He looked around. The two priestesses stood a few steps back behind Elric and the others. They watched the old Phoorn’s flight in disbelieving wonder.
“We have to thank you, ladies, for your intervention,” said Elric. “But might I ask what price your patron asked for her help?”
The acolytes of Xiombarg exchanged glances. “It was something not strictly our right to offer her,” said one.
“But the needs of the moment seemed to dictate our agreement with her bargain.” Nauha stepped forward, the better to watch the wheeling dragon. “She knew it was in your house, Lady Fernrath. I knew it was your property…”
“It was all she would accept in exchange.” The other priestess seemed a little embarrassed. “That said, the Balance has been restored and Chaos brought to her rightful place in this plane’s grand cosmology! That was the will of Xiombarg. For as you serve Duke Arioch, my lord Elric, so we serve his cousin, his rival and his ally.”
“Ah,” said Lady Fernrath in quick understanding. “But it was already promised, I think. By me.”
“We had no choice.”
“It was, I take it, a white sword.” Suddenly weary, Fernrath glanced round her at all the destruction.
“Aye.” Moonglum was surprised she had guessed so easily. “There was nothing else Xiombarg would accept and time was pressing.”
They all seemed stunned by the next sound.
Even when Stormbringer was drawn and he was engaged upon his joyful work of destruction, Elric had never been heard to laugh in that particular way before.