Jherek felt Glawinn's sword touch both his shoulders.
"Arise, Sir Jherek, and be whole of heart and spirit to show Lathander's great love for you."
The crowd aboard Azure Dagger clapped, and the pirates hooted and hollered their support. Rising on shaking legs, Jherek stood, looking up at the blue sky above.
"Thank you," he said to the sky," for finding me and freeing me."
My son, the deep voice said, you were never lost, and you have freed yourself. Take your shirt off.
Jherek hesitated for only a moment, then did as he was asked. As he stripped the shirt away, he noticed the clapping and hollering quieted, until the ship was silent once more. He was conscious of the tattoo-a flaming skull masked in chains-that showed so plainly on his arm.
No one, the deep voice boomed, startling the people on the ship and letting Jherek know he wasn't the only one who could hear the words now, may mark one of my own.
A pink incandescence flared to life in the middle of the Harning skull, burning brightly. Jherek watched, surprised there was no pain, only a tingling feeling. When the incandescence passed, only unmarked flesh remained behind.
Jherek held his arms out at his sides, staring at the clear skin through tear-blurred eyes that spilled over his cheeks.
The stain of your father's heritage is gone, my son. Live free of it.
XXVI
30 Marpenoth, the Year of the Gauntlet
"Why would Lathander be involved in any of this?" Qos asked.
Pacys swam beside Qos as the storm giant looked over the preparations being made to the Great Gate beside the Dukars' Academy.
"For several reasons," the bard answered.
Mermen, shalarin, sea elves, locathah, tritons, and even some of the men from Azure Dagger and Steadfast-both ships now at anchor above-labored to clear the great plaza. They chopped down coral reefs and carried them away. The humans used all manner of potions and magical devices to reach Myth Nantar, but once there, the mythal surrounding the City of Destinies allowed them to stay, breathing the water as if it were air.
"What reasons?" the giant asked.
"The Morninglord is the god of beginnings," the old bard said, letting his fingers stray across the gems inset in the saceddar. "There have been several beginnings involved in the legend of the Taker."
"Those legends have been around for thousands of years, as has this city. There are no beginnings there."
"Lathander is also the god of renewal. Just as you hoped to open Myth Nantar so that Seros might again unite, the Morninglord wanted to see that happen. He has been working toward this end for a long time as well, else how would Jherek be here now?''
"The young paladin truly holds great promise," Qos said. I've looked at many young men and women in my years at the academy, but the potential in him is strong."
"Jherek is another beginning," Pacys said. He'd talked to the young paladin himself after Sabyna's recovery, and Jherek told him some of what the Morninglord had revealed to him. "Not only does Lathander believe that Jherek will be one of the finest warriors to serve in his name, but Jherek will also be the first paladin to be based upon and in the seas of Toril."
"I have heard of 'seaguards,' " Qos said, "Paladins who ride upon ships and protect them for their lieges."
"Yes," Pacys agreed, "but none of them have understood the sea as Jherek will. You've only begun to see the promise in him."
"If the Taker doesn't destroy him."
Pacys studied Jherek among the crews seeking to clear the debris from the Great Gate. He didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry, Taleweaver," Qos said after a moment. "I know that is never far from your mind. Nor, probably, from the young man's."
"No."
"I'm still adjusting to the fact that Myth Nantar is once more open and no longer truly under my safekeeping."
"It will be all right."
"I hope." Qos let out a long breath. "And how goes it for you, Taleweaver? I have listened to your music, and it sounds good to these ears. I've even heard parts of your songs being sung in the Resonant Horn Inn. The song you wrote for the Alu'Tel'Quessir during their long trek seems popular."
Pacys smiled, letting his pride grow. "Give me time, my friend, all who have participated in these efforts will have their part of the song."
"But at the heart of it will be the story of Iakhovas and that young paladin."
"Yes. I'm still working on that. It is going to be the best thing I've ever written."
"Provided your young hero survives," Qos said.
The merfolk lead us into a trap," Laaqueel said.
She stood beside Iakhovas on Tarjanas deck, watching as the mermen battled sahuagin and the few remaining drowned ones. Only a few koalinth remained among them after the ixitxachitls' attack during the assault on Naulys.
"Of course they do," Iakhovas said. "They seek to slow us and let Myth Nantar prepare to meet us."
Laaqueel had seen that the city had been opened through the images in the crystal brain coral. Iakhovas peered through the crystal almost incessantly. She'd had no contact with the female voice that spoke with her at the Battle of Voalidru. She also hadn't had to fight for her life since then.
And since that battle, she hadn't once prayed to Sekolah.
Then we're going to go into the trap?" Laaqueel asked.
Iakhovas smiled confidently. "I wouldn't miss it, little malenti."
"Are you afraid?" Sabyna asked.
Jherek cracked open a crab leg and dug out the tender meat inside. He sat with Sabyna on one of the benches on Maalirn's Walk near the Fire Fountain. The flames blazed up in spite of the water, and cooks used the heat to prepare meals for the humans who weren't used to eating uncooked seafood. They'd been in Myth Nantar now for five days.
"Aye," he told her without hesitation. "By all the stories I've been told of the Taker, by all the legends that Pacys has seen fit to tell me, he's a fearsome creature. I'd be a fool not to be afraid."
"You don't have to fight him."
Jherek was silent for a moment, then said, "Aye, but I do, lady. It's as Lathander would have me do, and there are those who believe I might be the only chance there is to end his menace for all time."
"You mean Pacys and Glawinn believe that."
"Aye."
"One wants to sing about you, Jherek, and the other believes in heroes."
"Do you find me so hard to believe in, lady?"
Sabyna shook her head, the anger in her features softening. "No," she admitted, "I believe in you, Jherek, but I'm afraid for you, too."
"It only shows you have good sense."
"How can you joke about this?"
"Lady, forgive me. I'm not joking. I just don't want to burden you-or myself."
"What if I asked you not to do this?" Sabyna asked. "What if I asked you not to stand and fight with these people?"
Jherek was silent for a moment, looking into her copper-colored eyes. "Would you?" he asked finally.
She looked away from him. "Selune help a misguided fool," she said, "I should never have brought this up."
"Would you ask me?" Jherek asked quietly. "Now I need to know."
"If I was going to ask you, I already would have," she told him. "I know what your answer would be anyway. It just seems so unfair that we have this between us and we stand on the brink of losing it all."
Jherek took her hand in his, squeezing it lightly. "Lady, I prefer to think that we stand on the brink of having more than I'd ever dreamed."