"I thought I told you to keep her with you!" the chief said to older child, a boy, who came dashing up.
"She bit me!" said the boy accusingly, exhibiting bloody marks on his arm.
"You're not going to hurt my daddy, are you?" the little girl asked Tanin, glaring at him with dark eyes.
"N-no," stuttered Tanin, taken aback. He lowered his sword. "We're just" — he shrugged, flushing scarlet — "talking. You know, man-talk."
"Bless my beard!" exclaimed the dwarf in awe. More children were running from the jungle — children of all ages from toddlers who could barely make their way across the sand to older boys and girls of about ten or eleven. The air was filled with their shrill voices.
"I'm bored. Can we go home?"
"Lemme hold the spear!"
"No, it's my turn! Dad told me — »
"Apu said a bad word!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"Look, Daddy! That short, fat man with the hair on his face! Isn't he ugly?"
Glancing at the strangers in deep embarrassment, the warriors turned from their battle formation to argue with their children.
"Listen, Blossom, Daddy's just going to be a little longer. You go back and play — »
"Apu, take your brothers back with you and DON'T let me hear you using language like that or I'll — »
"No, dear, Daddy needs the spear right now. You can carry it on the way home — »
"Halt!" roared the dwarf. Dougan's thunderous shout cut through the confusion, silencing warrior and child alike.
"Look," said Tanin, sheathing his sword, his own face flushed with embarrassment, "we don't want to fight you, especially in front of your kids…"
"I know," the chief said, chagrined. "It's always like that. We haven't had a good battle in two years! Have you ever" — he gave Tanin a pained look — "tried to fight with a toddler underfoot?"
Profoundly perplexed, Tanin shook his head.
"Takes all the fun out of it," added another warrior as one child swarmed up his back and another bashed him in the shins with his shield.
"Leave them at home with their mothers, then, where they belong," said Dougan gruffly.
The warriors' expression grew grimmer still. At the mention of their mothers, several of the children began to cry. The whole group began to turn away from the beach.
"We can't," muttered a warrior.
"Why not?" demanded Dougan.
"Because their mothers are gone!"
"It all started two years ago," said the chief, walking with Dougan and the brothers back to the village. "Lord Gargath sent a messenger to our village, demanding ten maidens be paid him in tribute or he'd unleash the power of the Graygem." The warrior's eyes went to the volcano in the distance, its jagged top barely visible amid the shifting gray clouds that surrounded it. Forked lightning streaked from the cloud, thunder rumbled. The chief shivered and shook his head. "What could we do? We paid him his tribute. But it didn't stop there. The next month, here came the messenger again. Ten more maidens, and more the month following. Soon, we ran out of maidens, and then the Lord demanded our wives. Then he sent for our mothers! Now" — the chief sighed — "there isn't a woman left in the village!"
"All of them!" Sturm gaped. "He's taken all of them!"
The chief nodded in despair, the child in his arms wailed in grief. "And not only us. It happened to every tribe on the island. We used to be a fierce, proud people," the chief added, his dark eyes flashing. "Our tribes were constantly at war. To win honor and glory in battle was what we lived for, to die fighting was the noblest death a man could find! Now, we lead lives of drudgery — »
"Our hands in dishwater instead of blood," said another. "Mending clothes instead of cracking skulls."
"To say nothing of what else we're missing, without the women," added a third with a meaningful look.
"Well, why don't you go get them back!" Tanin demanded.
The warriors, to a man, looked at him with undisguised horror, many glancing over their shoulders at the smoking volcano, expressions of terror on their faces, as if fearing they might be overheard.
"Attack the powerful Lord Gargath?" asked the chief in what was practically a whisper. "Face the wrath of the Graygem's master? No!" He shuddered, holding his child close. "At least now our children have one parent."
"But if all the tribes fought together," Sturm argued, "that would be, how many men? Hundreds? Thousands?"
"If there were millions, we would not go up against the Master of the Graygem," said the chief.
"Well, then," said Dougan sharply, "why did you try to stop us back there on the beach? Seems to me you would be only too glad to rid yourselves of the thing!"
"Lord Gargath ordered us to fight any who tried to take it," said the chief simply.
Reaching their village — a scattering of thatched huts that had seen better days — the warriors dispersed, some taking children to bed, others hurrying to look into steaming pots, still others heading for a stream with baskets loaded with clothes.
"Dougan," said Tanin, watching all this in astonishment almost too great for words, "this doesn't make any sense! What's going on?"
"The power of the Graygem, lad," said the dwarf solemnly. "They're deep under its spell and can no longer see anything rationally. I'll lay ten to one that it's the Graygem keeping them from attacking Lord Gargath. But us, now" — the dwarf looked at the brothers cunningly — "we're not under its spell — »
"Not yet," mentioned Palin.
" — and therefore we stand a chance of defeating him! After all, how powerful can he be?"
"Oh, he could have an army of a couple thousand men or so," said Sturm.
"No, no," said Dougan hastily. "If he did, he would have just sent the army to attack the villages, kill the men, and carry off the women. Lord Gargath is using the power of the Graygem because that's all he's got! We must act quickly, though, lads, because its power will grow on us the longer we stay near its influence."
Tanin frowned, considering. "How do we get the Graygem, then?" he asked abruptly. "And what do we do with it after we've got it? It seems to me, we'll be in worse danger than ever!"
"Ah, leave that to me!" said Dougan, rubbing his hands. "Just help me to get it, lads."
Tanin kept on frowning.
"And think of the women — poor things," the dwarf continued sadly, "held in thrall by this wicked lord, forced to submit to his evil will. They'll undoubtedly be grateful to the brave men who rescue them…"
"He's right," said Sturm in sudden resolve. "It is our duty, Tanin, as future Knights of Solamnia, to rescue the women."
"What do you say, Little Brother?" asked Tanin.
"It is my duty as a mage of the White Robes to help these people," Palin said, feeling extremely self-righteous. "ALL these people," he added.
"Plus it's a matter of honor, lad," Dougan said solemnly. "You DID lose the bet. And it will be a few days before the gnomes have the ship repaired…"
"And the women will probably be VERY grateful!" struck in Sturm.
"All right, we'll go!" said Tanin. "Though I'd rather face a dragon than fight the power of some sort of weird rock — »
"Ha, ha, dragon!" repeated the dwarf, with a sickly grin that Tanin was too preoccupied to notice.
The brothers and the dwarf walked up to the chief, who was hanging laundry out to dry and keeping an anxious eye on the stew pot to see that it didn't boil over.
"Listen to me, men!" Tanin called loudly, motioning the warriors of the village to gather around him. "My brothers and the dwarf and I are going to go to the castle of this Lord Gargath to take the Graygem. Would any of you like to come along?"
Glancing at each other, the warriors shook their heads.
"Well, then," Tanin continued in exasperation, "will any of you go with us as our guide? You can come back when we reach the castle."