I'd almost forgotten about the night you were talking to yourself behind the ship, Teldin thought, looking at the giff. Aelfied thinks you were actually talking to someone with a scrying spell, someone who could hear and see you-and probably me as well, once I got close enough. All this time, I never thought about it at all.
The giff looked at Teldin and blinked. "Sir?"
"What?" said Teldin. He was suddenly aware that he was staring hard at the giff. "Sorry?"
"Is something wrong, sir?"
"No, nothing." Teldin waved the question away and looked back at the beast's head, his arms folded across his chest. The top of the creature's horn reached at least fifty miles above them, a great whorled spike of ivory and red tilted forward in the direction of the megafauna's line of travel.
Several times as they approached, Teldin had to blink, shake his head, or wipe at his eyes, trying to adjust to the immensity of the beast and the bizarre perspectives it presented. He felt more and more like a dust mote, or even one of the unbreakable and minute particles that some sages claimed made up all matter. The world-beast was everything. He was nothing. With but a few steps, this beast could span Ansalon, the continent where Teldin had been raised. It could ford the deepest seas and never know it had gotten wet.
It became apparent as they drew closer that some of the creature's diamond-pattern decoration was due to patterns of forestation on its hide. Conversation faded away on the top deck as the crew looked at tracts of woodland wilderness hundreds of miles across, spread over the world-beast's neck and head. Broad lakes appeared, as Teldin had suspected, and thin clouds and areas of low-lying fog or mist became evident.
"Id has idz own gravidy field," said Dyffed, forgetting his earlier promises. "See how the drees grow oud frob idz neck? And thad lake, on idz cheek-there, you see id. Idz nod spilling off indo space. Gravidy!"
Teldin felt overwhelmed. "Does this thing have a name?"
"Oh, of course id does. The fal knows id. I think id goes like… like this." The gnome hummed to himself, then started to sing a scalelike melody entirely out of tune.
"Dyffed," said Teldin.
"You asked!"
Teldin looked back at the megafauna, ending the conversation. "I suppose we should get as close to the horn as we can, as long as we don't have to walk farther than a few miles. How about that lake, over there?" He looked questioningly at Aelfred, who nodded agreement and walked back for the speaking tube.
"It wouldn't hurt to find something farther from those trees, sir," Gomja offered. "We haven't any idea if this creature is inhabited."
Teldin wrestled with the idea, not knowing if Gomja had something unpleasant in mind. "I think I'd rather keep out of sight, in case the scro are following us" he finally said. "The closer to those trees we can set this down, the better the cover we'll have from aerial fly-bys."
Gomja looked uncomfortable. "Yes, sir, but I think we're in less danger from the scro than the native wildlife. The last forest we found had those rastipedes, and-"
"Damn it!" Teldin bit off the rest of his response, forcing himself to relax. "Gomja," he finally said, "thanks, but no. We'll put it down there, by those big redwoods."
Gomja looked thunderstruck at Teldin's outburst. His broad mouth slowly fell open. "Well…" he said uncertainly. "I'm with Teldin," Aelfred said. He raised a muscular arm and pointed. "There are a few places where trees have fallen into the lake, and if we set down next to those trunks, the scro will have a hell of a time trying to separate the ship from the rotting trunks. I doubt that anything big enough to worry about will have made it this far up into the sky. Twelve hundred miles is a long way up."
Teldin found his hands had balled up into fists. He forced himself to relax. He looked around and caught Gomja staring down at the lake, fingering some of the medals on his chest. Teldin fought the urge to ask Gomja where he'd purchased them. It would serve nothing to cause trouble now. They had some distance to go yet, and Gomja might prove to be dangerous.
Long minutes passed as the Perilous Halibut drifted down in silence toward the forest. The megafauna's head, seen from so dose, had now become simply a mountaintop. It could even be mistaken for a small asteroid, thought Teldin, recalling the Rock of Bral. In any event, he had to admire Loom-finger's skill on the helm. For a gnome, he was doing a masterful job.
"This water isn't antimagical, is it?" asked Aelfred suddenly, peering over the railing. Teldin froze, having forgotten to ask and fearing that he had doomed the ship from his inattention.
"Oh, no, idz perfedly safe," the gnome said cheerily. "My ships always landed nearer the horn, bud this is fine. We should have a nice walk frob here."
Teldin questioned the nice walk. It was becoming obvious that the redwoods were far larger than he'd first guessed. Some appeared to reach many hundreds of feet up, and they were crowded together so closely as to produce considerable darkness within them. Teldin stepped back from the railing, prepared to help Aelfred with the mooring lines.
Gomja drew his pistol so quickly that Teldin had no time to prepare himself for it. He flung himself back, raising his hands to shield his face as the grim-faced giff aimed and fired.
In the next instant in which he could think rationally, Teldin saw that the giff was aiming away from him, at something below, near the tree line. He looked, hearing the gnomes cry out in fear at the same moment, and saw a huge oil-black bird sail out of the woods, then dip a wing and sail around and back into the darkness. As it went, Teldin distinctly heard a drawn-out, warbling screech issue from the creature and echo in the forest before it vanished.
"Skullbird," said Aelfred. "Gomja, give me a pistol."
The giff was already pulling another pistol from his belt. "I have more experience with these, I believe. I've fought skullbirds before, too, and I know where they are vulnerable. Let me handle this."
Aelfred swore and looked around. "Give me that crossbow," he ordered a nearby gnome. He took the proffered weapon, cocked it back with one jerk of his arm, and loaded it with a razor-headed bolt. Teldin suddenly realized he would need a crossbow himself, but he saw no others available.
"All hands!" Gomja bawled at the shocked gnomes. "Arm yourselves immediately! I want a full-time guard on deck, eight troops, with stockpiled missiles! Move!" The gnomes scattered in haste, several climbing down hatchways and shouting to other gnomes below them. Within a minute, supplies of crossbows, armor, and weapons began pouring out in bucket-brigade fashion from the interior of the ship, until the top deck was awash in stacks of bolts, throwing axes, daggers, and other items.
The ship, now only fifty feet above the water's surface, slowly turned so that it was parallel with a particularly huge fallen redwood in the water. Slowly, then, it sank toward the water's surface.
"We could stand to get a little closer to shore," Aelfred muttered. "That tree isn't a dock, and it's probably slick. It will make for bad shooting if that skullbird comes back. I hope it wasn't gathering friends."
"What will it do?" Teldin asked in a low voice. He had finished cocking and loading his own crossbow.
Aelfred grinned. "Whatever it damn well wants. Those things are purest evil. Did you ever hear any tales about them?" Teldin shook his head, no. "Good," said Aelfred, his voice barely audible. "We're actually in luck that these gnomes aren't experienced sailors. The rumors about skullbirds are all bad ones, and morale always takes a blow when one appears. They're harbingers of bad luck. If they roost on your ship, it means your vessel will be destroyed. Besides, they're not particular about what they eat, and they can pick a man off the deck as easily as anything, then carry him off and eat him in midair. I hate the bastards. At least scawers don't know good from evil. Skullbirds know they're evil, and they love it."