Struggling to his feet, Fafhrd closed one fist around the hilt of his sword. Again the night reverberated with derisive laughter. Knee-deep in streaming white fog, he turned toward the sound.
Far off in the darkness, a lamp burned dimly. Yet even as Fafhrd watched, it drew nearer and nearer. In its sickly amber glow, he spied the prow of a boat or a barge, a black shape sailing upon the fog. Barely visible in the lamp’s glow, a pale figure stood in the prow.
Closer and closer the ship drew. The unmoving figure stood stiff as a mast in a white silk gown that billowed, sail-like. As the vessel continued to approach, the brightening lamplight reflected on heavy steel chains and manacles locked about the figure's wrists and neck, and on raven hair that streamed about proud and shapely shoulders.
Sad eyes turned Fafhrd's way.
"Vlana!" he cried, his heart brimming with anger and despair.
Another, taller figure worked in the vessel's stern. Until now, the brilliance of the lantern had prevented Fafhrd from seeing him. The black robes he wore snapped in the wind like the wings of a huge vulture, and a voluminous hood concealed his features. From his sleeves jutted a skeleton's bony hands and forearms. Leaning upon a long pole, he propelled the unusual boat forward.
The vessel's low, black rails gleamed with intricately worked gold and silver inlay. Amidship, a slender mast spired upward. Without sail or rigging, it was covered with the same swirling inlay work as the rails, indeed, the rest of the ship. Immensely old and beautiful, it also gave off a sense of alienness.
Without word or warning, the pilot lifted his pole from the misty sea and swung it. Vlana's face contorted with pain as the end struck her in the side, yet she made no sound at all as the impact sent her sprawling upon the boat's deck.
Fafhrd drew his sword. "Villain!" he shouted. As rapidly as he could manage against the currents and eddies that worked unseen beneath the surface of the strange sea, he waded toward the boat. On its present course, he feared that it would sail right past before he could reach it. "Damned villain!"
From within the black folds of the pilot's hood came a now familiar mocking laugh. Setting aside his pole, the creature bent down and effortlessly lifted a huge iron anchor, which he threw over the side. It disappeared without a splash or crash, and the anchor chain drew tight. The boat jerked to a stop. Once more, the creature took up his pole.
"Let her go!" Fafhrd demanded as he struggled toward the eerie craft. Over the low, wooden rail he could see the limp form of his one true love, and he fought all the harder to reach the ship.
A raspy voice spoke from within the hood. "Will you fight me for her, barbarian?" the creature said. "Is your blade as strong as your heart?"
Fafhrd did not answer with words. At last, he stood within sword-reach of the vessel. Gripping Graywand's hilt in both hands, he swung the blade high and brought it smashing down on the rail. The boat rocked under the impact; wood splinters and bits of gold and silver flew into the air. Impossibly, they sparked with brilliant, white-hot fire and flared out.
Reflexively, Fafhrd flung up an arm to protect his eyes from the unexpected light and heat.
The creature laughed. The pole whirled in his skeletal hands, becoming a blur. Then one end lashed downward at Fafhrd's head. At the last instant, Fafhrd recovered his senses and brought his great sword up in a defensive block. Pole and steel clashed. Again, searing sparks leaped at the contact.
"You can't win back the lovely Vlana," the figure taunted him. "You'll fail her again, just as you did before."
"No!" Fafhrd screamed. Desperately, he swung Graywand again, striking at the creature's legs. At the same time, he caught the side of the boat with his free hand and tried to pull himself aboard. Deftly evading Fafhrd's cut, the creature smashed downward at Fafhrd's fingers.
Barely in time, Fafhrd let go of the rail and jerked his hand away. The other end of the pole came spinning toward his unprotected head. Voicing a deep grunt, he brought his sword up in a mighty swing. With powerful force, wood and steel met again. Shimmering sparks seemed to set fire to the mist before fading, and the ship's inlay flashed.
They fought in earnest now, the creature striking from his higher vantage with both ends of his weapon, Fafhrd swinging his sword with consummate skill, thwarting every attack. The boat rocked precariously, and the lantern, depending from a peg on the mast, cast a pendulum of light over the gray sea.
Yet, strive as he might, Fafhrd could gain no advantage from his lower position. Finally, he risked a dangerous gambit. Chopping at his foe's knees, he drove the creature back a step. Then, springing up with all the power in his muscular legs, he threw himself across the boat's rail. Under his sudden weight, the vessel tipped violently. Still clinging to his pole, the creature catapulted over the side, wildly aflutter in his robes, and sank out of sight beneath the sea of mist.
Sword ready, Fafhrd whirled, his gaze locked on the spot where his foe had disappeared under the gray waves. Not for a moment did he believe he could vanquish such an opponent so easily. He ventured only the swiftest glance toward Vlana, who cowered with her arms wrapped around the base of the slender mast, her eyes wide with terror.
With lightning quickness, one end of the pole arced upward out of the mist, and whistled toward his skull. Fafhrd hurled himself backward. Still, a stinging blow glanced off his brow. Dazed, he caught himself on the side of the boat.
The robed and hooded being rose laughing out of the river of mist. Fafhrd had yet to win even a glimpse of the face within those funereal garments.
"What are you, monster?" Fafhrd shouted, stalling for time while his vision cleared. He gripped Graywand's hilt in both hands and swayed lightly back and forth on the balls of his booted feet.
The creature’s laughter ceased. The voice that issued from within the black hood turned grim. "I am the Inevitable," it said pompously, "that all men must face."
"Spare me your riddles," Fafhrd said. He lunged, describing an elusive circle with the point of his broad blade, hoping to slip past the creature's defense and drive home through its heart, if it had one.
"No one will be spared," the creature said. "Not even the most innocent, the newest born." Undeceived by Fafhrd's tactic, it slammed the pole downward, intercepting the fatal thrust, diverting it.
But Fafhrd only pressed his attack. With renewed fury, he rained deadly blows upon his foe, driving him backward away from the ship. Again and again, pole and blade met, and the darkness glowed with the heat and lightning they created.
"Vlana must be spared," Fafhrd cried.
"Fool," the creature said coldly. "She is already dead."
With an anguished shout, Fafhrd swung Graywand with all his might. One more time, sword and pole met. Fire and heat erupted, and a thunderblast shook the night. Steel cleaved through wood; a fragment of the pole exploded into flame and spun across the sky like an arcane comet.
For an instant, the creature stared in amazement at the shattered weapon. Fafhrd didn't hesitate. Putting the entire weight of his giant body into a back-handed effort, he sliced through his foe's chest.
But the blade met little resistance. Black robes buckled inward, like a sack containing nothing. The creature, whatever it was, fell forward into the sea with the remains of its pole, and the mist swallowed it.
With a triumphant bellow, Fafhrd turned toward the boat, intent on a successful rescue of his one true love. His heart swelling, he thought of breaking her chains and gathering her in his arms, of tasting the ruby wine of her lips once more.
The boat, however, was already far away, its anchor and chain neatly curled on deck. Vlana stood amidships, watching him from the mast, while a cadaverous pilot in black robes propelled the vessel with a long pole.