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.The ferals were markedly better off than when Welstiel had left—more aware and curious about their surroundings.The one Sabel had called “Jakeb” was especially improved.His face had nearly healed of her scratches, and he studied Welstiel calmly.Sethè was also less agitated.Yet all the monks were smeared or splattered with blood.But Welstiel said nothing.He crossed to a bare space below the open hatch, dropped to the floor, and immediately pulled out the brass dish to scry for Magiere.Perhaps he was relieved that Chane had taken care of feeding the ferals.Or he was just lost in his own obsession yet again.Either way, Chane did not care.A loud call from above vibrated through the hold’s ceiling.Welstiel looked up, having barely nicked his stubbed finger, and only one drop of black fluid had fallen onto the plate.“What is it?” Chane asked.“Something about a ship.,” Welstiel began, but his gaze dropped to the brass plate.Welstiel spun up to his feet and rushed back out of the hold.As his pounding footfalls filled the outer passage, Chane glanced down at the brass plate.The one droplet of Welstiel’s black fluids bulged at the center of its domed back, and the droplet had not moved at all.Chane bolted after Welstiel.Magiere’s ship was nearly on top of theirs.Welstiel burst onto deck and looked up to see the loose sail secured.Chane came out behind him, searching about in confusion.“Where is it?” Chane rasped.“Do you see the other ship?”Welstiel spun toward the ship’s aft.Both the captain and Klâtäs stood beyond the helm, exchanging quick, sharp words.He looked past them, senses widening, and caught sight of distant sails shimmering in the moonlight.Chane had followed, and Welstiel grabbed him roughly by his shirt.“We must drive Magiere to ground!”Chane scowled, but his gaze fixed into the distance behind their vessel.“How?” he hissed.“We sink her ship.”“No!” Chane spit back, swatting off Welstiel’s grip.“Wynn is on board!”“We must get them back on land,” Welstiel insisted.“It is the only way we can follow them now.They will have time to abandon ship.including your little sage!”He strode for the stern before Chane could argue.Klâtäs saw him coming and shouted, “Go down in hold!”The captain began calling to his men, and the tall, helmed man’s voice was tinged with fear.He walked past Klâtäs toward the bow.Welstiel ignored the helmsman’s order and followed the captain from a short distance with Chane close behind.Ylladon sailors rushed about at the captain’s orders.Two raced aft and uncovered the stern ballista.One by one, all the deck lamps were doused.Darkness enveloped the ship as Klâtäs suddenly threw his weight into turning the wheel.Welstiel grabbed the rail as the vessel listed sharply, turning from the shore for the open sea.Men in the rigging worked madly to raise more sails.“He’s running,” Chane said, watching the captain clinging to a rigging line at the ship’s side.“Obviously!” Welstiel returned, and then thought of what the captain had locked in his quarters.“We will change his mind!”He ignored the captain standing midship and headed back to the helm.“Get below!” Klâtäs yelled, still clinging to the wheel.“You cannot outrun that ship,” Welstiel said in a low voice.The helmsman spit at his feet, eyes on the ship’s arcing course.“What you know of it?”“I know it is elven,” Welstiel answered, inching closer.“And I saw what your captain has locked in his quarters.That ship will never stop coming for you—and the two women you have taken.It is faster than your vessel, and your only chance is to turn and fight.”Klâtäs shook his head but did not respond.It was clear the captain feared pursuit, as did the helmsman.Klâtäs spit out a stream of words that Welstiel could not follow, but he spun about at the sound of running footsteps.The captain closed on him, his heavy shortsword in hand.Chane drew his longsword at the sight.“Tell him that he must turn and fight!” Welstiel shouted at the helmsman.Another sailor grabbed the wheel as Klâtäs let go, still speaking loudly to his superior.The captain slowed, listening, then eyed Welstiel as he barked a short phrase.“If is battle vessel, we not can fight,” Klâtäs said to Welstiel.“Their ship keep going fast.even crippled and sails down.Something under waves can break our hull, sink us.”An elven battle vessel? Welstiel had never heard of such, and the idea of something beneath the water that could sink its enemies sounded like nonsense.“Load your ballistae with burning quarrels,” he said.“Set fire to the sails, and its crew will abandon ship [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The ferals were markedly better off than when Welstiel had left—more aware and curious about their surroundings.The one Sabel had called “Jakeb” was especially improved.His face had nearly healed of her scratches, and he studied Welstiel calmly.Sethè was also less agitated.Yet all the monks were smeared or splattered with blood.But Welstiel said nothing.He crossed to a bare space below the open hatch, dropped to the floor, and immediately pulled out the brass dish to scry for Magiere.Perhaps he was relieved that Chane had taken care of feeding the ferals.Or he was just lost in his own obsession yet again.Either way, Chane did not care.A loud call from above vibrated through the hold’s ceiling.Welstiel looked up, having barely nicked his stubbed finger, and only one drop of black fluid had fallen onto the plate.“What is it?” Chane asked.“Something about a ship.,” Welstiel began, but his gaze dropped to the brass plate.Welstiel spun up to his feet and rushed back out of the hold.As his pounding footfalls filled the outer passage, Chane glanced down at the brass plate.The one droplet of Welstiel’s black fluids bulged at the center of its domed back, and the droplet had not moved at all.Chane bolted after Welstiel.Magiere’s ship was nearly on top of theirs.Welstiel burst onto deck and looked up to see the loose sail secured.Chane came out behind him, searching about in confusion.“Where is it?” Chane rasped.“Do you see the other ship?”Welstiel spun toward the ship’s aft.Both the captain and Klâtäs stood beyond the helm, exchanging quick, sharp words.He looked past them, senses widening, and caught sight of distant sails shimmering in the moonlight.Chane had followed, and Welstiel grabbed him roughly by his shirt.“We must drive Magiere to ground!”Chane scowled, but his gaze fixed into the distance behind their vessel.“How?” he hissed.“We sink her ship.”“No!” Chane spit back, swatting off Welstiel’s grip.“Wynn is on board!”“We must get them back on land,” Welstiel insisted.“It is the only way we can follow them now.They will have time to abandon ship.including your little sage!”He strode for the stern before Chane could argue.Klâtäs saw him coming and shouted, “Go down in hold!”The captain began calling to his men, and the tall, helmed man’s voice was tinged with fear.He walked past Klâtäs toward the bow.Welstiel ignored the helmsman’s order and followed the captain from a short distance with Chane close behind.Ylladon sailors rushed about at the captain’s orders.Two raced aft and uncovered the stern ballista.One by one, all the deck lamps were doused.Darkness enveloped the ship as Klâtäs suddenly threw his weight into turning the wheel.Welstiel grabbed the rail as the vessel listed sharply, turning from the shore for the open sea.Men in the rigging worked madly to raise more sails.“He’s running,” Chane said, watching the captain clinging to a rigging line at the ship’s side.“Obviously!” Welstiel returned, and then thought of what the captain had locked in his quarters.“We will change his mind!”He ignored the captain standing midship and headed back to the helm.“Get below!” Klâtäs yelled, still clinging to the wheel.“You cannot outrun that ship,” Welstiel said in a low voice.The helmsman spit at his feet, eyes on the ship’s arcing course.“What you know of it?”“I know it is elven,” Welstiel answered, inching closer.“And I saw what your captain has locked in his quarters.That ship will never stop coming for you—and the two women you have taken.It is faster than your vessel, and your only chance is to turn and fight.”Klâtäs shook his head but did not respond.It was clear the captain feared pursuit, as did the helmsman.Klâtäs spit out a stream of words that Welstiel could not follow, but he spun about at the sound of running footsteps.The captain closed on him, his heavy shortsword in hand.Chane drew his longsword at the sight.“Tell him that he must turn and fight!” Welstiel shouted at the helmsman.Another sailor grabbed the wheel as Klâtäs let go, still speaking loudly to his superior.The captain slowed, listening, then eyed Welstiel as he barked a short phrase.“If is battle vessel, we not can fight,” Klâtäs said to Welstiel.“Their ship keep going fast.even crippled and sails down.Something under waves can break our hull, sink us.”An elven battle vessel? Welstiel had never heard of such, and the idea of something beneath the water that could sink its enemies sounded like nonsense.“Load your ballistae with burning quarrels,” he said.“Set fire to the sails, and its crew will abandon ship [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]