Egil at the tiller said, "I think we need lay anchor here and take ease. It's been nearly the full day 'round for some, and a half day 'round for the rest. Still, someone should stand watch while the others sleep. Delon, Ferret, you've been up longest; take to the bed now." Egil turned to Arin. "And you, love, to bed as well, for you've been on watch all night. Burel and Aiko and I will moor the ship, then I'll stand first ward. When I need to take my own rest, I'll awaken someone to spell me."
"Alos," declared Aiko. "By midmorn he'll have slept long enough."
When midmorn came, the heat was oppressive, the air muggy and completely still, and but for the whine of an insect or two, a vast silence fell over the jungle, as if life itself refused to move in the stifling atmosphere.
Alos was bathed in dripping sweat, his sparse fringe of hair plastered against his neck, his clothing drenched, great droplets of perspiration runnelling down his face and body and limbs, all of it refusing to evaporate in the sultry air. And although the oldster drank copious quantities of water, still he could not seem to get enough. And every now and again he dangled his shirt over the side to dip it down into the cove, drawing the cloth up sopping wet to wash over his face and arms and chest.
The comrades were scattered all over the decking, for it was too sweltering to sleep below, and even though they lay in shade in the open air, still they found little rest.
Somewhat past the noontide, Egil began to moan in his sleep, and Arin awakened to hold him while another ill dream tormented his soul.
Weary and haggard, they got underway in early afternoon, the Brise now moving slowly in the light air wafting inland up the cove, the breeze providing little relief from the stultifying heat.
Still they journeyed onward, the ship's sails set wing on wing in the light wind. Another league they went and another beyond that, the breeze seeming to freshen the deeper into the cove they fared.
The land about them began to rise, and here and there they started seeing runs of sheer stone. And still they sailed forward, while the sun slid down the sky, a thin crescent moon chasing after.
And all the while Aiko's tiger growled of nearing peril.
And as the sun lipped the horizon, they rounded a final turn, and in the distance dead ahead to the south they could see the root of the snake hemmed in by soaring stone. But it was not the sheer-sided bluffs at the end of Serpent Cove which drew their full attention, nor was it the dhow moored at a dock below; instead it was the fortress atop, the setting sun highlighting a tower in one corner and standing above the walls.
And even as they heeled the ship sharply full about and reversed course to slide back out of sight, Egil at the tiller ground his teeth and hissed, "At last I've found you, you bastard," for he was certain they had finally located the tower of the Wizard Ordrune.
CHAPTER 62
In the twilight they slipped the Brise into hiding in a cut long the southern shore. And as they assembled and packed the gear they planned to use to gain the top of the tower, Alos looked on in desperation and groaned, "This is madness, I say, madness. Assaulting a Wizard's tower. Sheer madness."
"We know what you think of it, Alos, old man," said Delon, as he arranged a climbing harness in his pack. "Nevertheless, it's what we must do. And you're welcome to come along."
"Me? Come along? I'm not foolish enough to go anywhere near. I'm staying here with the ship."
"Okubyomono," hissed Aiko, binding a rope into a hank.
Paying her no heed, Alos said, "When you all get caught, don't think I'm coming to fetch you. No sir. Come first light and I'm hauling anchor."
Arin paused in her preparations and stepped to the oldster and took him by the hand. "Alos, first light may be too soon, depending on what we find. I would have thee wait through two full nights ere taking leave."
Alos puffed and heaved and would not look her in the eye, yet she gently grasped his trembling chin and turned his face her way. A tear trickled down the oldster's cheek, and finally he nodded sharply once.
"Well and good, Alos. Well and good." Arin stepped away and strung her bow.
Soon all was set, and they unshipped the small dinghy from atop the cabin and lowered it into the water. Aiko and Burel hefted their backpacks and took up their weapons and clambered over the side and into the boat, and Egil ferried them to the shore yards away. On the next trip he tethered a rope to the small craft so that Alos could haul it back to the sloop, then he rowed the rest across.
All now ashore, Egil adjusted the straps on his own backpack, then turned to the others. "Ready?"
Ready.
"Then let's go."
As they turned to enter the jungle, Alos called out one last time, "If you get caught, I'll not lift a hand to save you. Not lift a hand, you hear?"
Into the undergrowth they disappeared: Arin leading the way, Aiko immediately after, with Burel, Delon, and Ferret following, Egil in line coming last.
Darkness engulfed them, for the sun had set and the moon with it as the eventide had swallowed the land. Above the canopy, stars now glittered brightly in the night sky, though only a faint glimmer of their light filtered down through the interlace to reach into the jungle below. Even though Ferret carried a hooded lantern, its light gleaming out through a slender crack, except for Arin with her Dylvana eyes, to the companions all was dark shapes looming at hand, black on black in blackness, and only by following closely did they not lose one another or the way ahead. And they did not wish to risk detection by opening the lantern hood wider to see through the ebony murk. In this utter gloom they could hear stirrings and swashings, and something scurried away through the thick leaf mold, and something else crashed through the brush, and they drew weapons and faced outward, seeing nothing, yet nothing came upon them. Through ferns and fronds they pressed, past dangling vines and small clinging plants and over great fallen trees, the trunks covered with moss and mold and wet toadstools and other soft, pliable growths.
Slowly the land rose, and upward they fared, and as they gained in altitude the darkness became less black, for the soil turned rocky and the jungle thinned. Finally they came into the open along a high rocky bluff, and down below lay Serpent Cove, what there was left of it.
Ferret slammed the lantern shutter down tight, for in the near distance stood the fortress, no more than a mile away, its stone walls flickering with yellow torchlight, its tower looming up in the darkness. Great iron gates stood in the center of the north-facing bastion wall, a barbican atop looking down into the cove below. A roadway issued out from the gates to run alongside the fortress and then, in a series of switchbacks, twist down to the pier below, where the dhow was moored.
Arin and her companions stood on the east bluff of Serpent Cove; the tower stood at the northwest corner of the bastion. After a moment Egil said, "There's no moon to reveal us, and only starlight above. We should be able to follow this bluff a good way, then work our way 'round sides and back, to seek advantage in what we might find, and if nothing better, continue on 'round to come straight at the tower and up its side as planned."
As they drew closer they could see warders posted atop the ramparts. And closer still they heard a clatter of gears, as of a portcullis being raised. The iron gates swung open, and a torch-bearing troop marched out and down the switchbacks toward the dhow as the portcullis behind clattered again.
"They look like Foul Folk," said Arin. "Loka, I ween."
"What would Drokha be doing here?" asked Delon.
"It is said that Black Mages draw the Foul Folk to them," replied Arin.
"And Ordrune is indeed a Black Mage," growled Egil.
"If what you say is true, Dara," said Delon, "then perhaps Trolls and Ghuls and Helsteeds and other such reside in Ordrune's tower. If so, then our task may be doubly hard."