Moonglum shrugged as he hurriedly drew his sword 'A name only what are they?' But he received no answer for the leading winged ape deseemed with a rush, mouthing and gibbering, showing long fangs in a slavering snout. Moonglum dropped his portion of the sail and slashed at the beast but it veered away, its huge wings beating, and sailed upwards again.
Elric unsheathed Stormbringer and was astounded. The blade remained silent, its Familiar howl of glee muted. The blade shuddered in his hand and instead of the rush of power which usually flowed up his arm, he felt only a slight tingling. He was panic stricken for a moment without the sword, he would soon lose all vitality. Grimly fighting down his fear, he used the sword to protect himself from the rushing attack of one of the winged apes. The ape gripped the blade, bowling Elric over, but it yelled in pain as the blade cut through one knotted hand, Severing fingers which lay twitching and bloody on the narrow deck. Elric gripped the side of the boat and hauled himself upright once more. Shrilling its agony, the winged ape attacked again, but this time with more caution. Elric summoned all his strength and swung the heavy sword in a two-handed grip, ripping off one of the leathery wings so that the mutilated beast flopped about the deck. Judging the place where its heart should be, Elric drove the blade in under the breast-bone. The ape's movements subsided.
Moonglum was lashing wildly at two of the winged apes which were attacking him from both sides. He was-down on one knee, vainly hacking at random. He had opened up the whole side of a beast's head but, though in pain, it still came at him. Elric hurled Stormbringer through the darkness and it struck the wounded beast in the throat, point first. The ape clutched with clawing fingers at the steel and fell overboard. Its corpse floated on the liquid but slowly began to sink. Elric grabbed with frantic fingers at the hilt of his sword, reaching far over the side of the boat. Incredibly, the blade was sinking with the beast. Knowing Stormbringer's properties as he did, Elric was amazed once when he had hurled the runesword into the ocean, it had refused to sink. Now it was being dragged beneath the surface as any ordinary blade would bedraggled. He gripped the hilt and hauled the sword out of the winged ape's carcass.
His strength was seeping swiftly from him. It was incredible. What alien laws governed this cavern world? He could not guess and all he was concerned with was regaining his waning strength. Without the runesword's power, this was impossible! Moonglum's curved blade had disemboweled the remaining beast and the little man was busily tossing the dead thing over the side. He turned, grinning triumphantly, to Elric.
'A good fight, ' he said.
Elric shook his head. 'We must cross this sea speedily, ' he replied, 'else we're lost finished. My power is gone'
'How? Why?'
'I know not unless the forces of Entropy rule more strongly here. Make haste there is no time for speculation.'
Moonglum's eyes were disturbed. He could do nothing but act as Elric said.
Elric was trembling in his Weakness, holding the billowing sail with draining strength. Shaarilla moved to help him, her thin hands close to his; her deep-set eyes bright with sympathy.
'What were those things?' Moonglum gasped, his teeth naked and white beneath his back-drawn lips, his breath coming short.
'Clakars, ' Shaarilla replied. 'They are the primeval ancestors of my people, older in origin than recorded time. My people are thought the oldest inhabitants of this planet.'
'Whoever seeks to stop us in this quest of yours had best find some original means.' Moonglum grinned. 'The old methods don't work.' But the other two did not smile, for Elric was half-fainting and the woman was concerned only with his plight. Moonglum shrugged, staring ahead.
When he spoke again, sometime later, his voice was excited. 'We're nearing land'
Land it was, and they were traveling fast, towards it. Too fast. Elric heaved himself uptight and spoke heavily and with difficulty. 'Drop the sail! ' Moonglum obeyed him. The boat sped on, struck another stretch of silver beach and ground up it, the prow ploughing a dark scar through the glinting shingle. It stopped suddenly, tilting violently to one side so that the three were tumbled against the boat's rail.
Shaarilla and Moonglum pulled themselves upright and dragged the limp and nerveless albino on to the beach. Carrying him between them, they struggled up the beach until the crystalline shingle gave way to thick, fluffy moss, padding their footfalls. They laid the albino down and stared at him worriedly, uncertain of their next actions. Elric strained to rise, but was unable to do so.
'Give me time, ' he gasped. 'I Won't die but already my eyesight is fading. I can only hope that the blade's power will return on dry land.'
With a mighty effort, he pulled Stormbringer from its scabbard and he smiled in relief as the evil runesword moaned faintly and then, slowly, its song increased in power as black flame flickered along its length. Already the power was flowing into Elric's body, giving him renewed vitality. But even as strength returned, Elric's crimson eyes flared with terrible misery.
'Without this black blade, ' he groaned, 'I am nothing, as you see. But what is it making of me? Am I to be bound to it for ever?'
The others did not answer him and they were both moved by an emotion they could not define-an emotion blended of fear, hate and pity linked with something else ...
Eventually, Elric rose, trembling, and silently led them up the mossy hillside towards a more natural light which filtered from above. They could see that it came from a wide chimney, leading apparently to the upper air. By means of the light, they could soon make out a dark, irregular shape which towered in the shadow of the gap.
As they neared the shape, they saw that it was a castle of black stone a sprawling pile covered with dark green crawling lichen which curled over its ancient bulk with an almost sentient protectiveness. Towers appeared to spring at random from it and it covered a vast area. There seemed to be no windows in any part of it and the only orifice was a rearing doorway blocked by thick bars of a metal which glowed with dull redness, but without heat. Above this gate, in flaring amber, was the sign of the Lords of Entropy, representing eight arrows radiating from a central hub in all directions. It appeared to hang in the air without touching the black, Lichen-covered stone.
'I think our quest ends here, ' Elric said grimly. 'Here, or nowhere.'
'Before I go further, Elric, I'd like to know what it is you seek, ' Moonglum murmured. 'I think I've earned the right.'
'A book, ' Elric said carelessly. 'The Dead Gods' Book. It lies within those castle walls of that I'm certain. We have reached the end of our journey.'
Moonglum shrugged. 'I might not have asked, ' he smiled, 'for all your words mean to me. I hope that I will be allowed some small share of whatever treasure it represents.'
Elric ginned, in spite of the coldness which gripped his bowels, but he did not answer Moonglum 'We need to enter the castle, first, ' he said instead. As if the gates had heard him, the metal bars flared to a pale green and then their glow faded back to red and finally dulled into non-existence. The entrance was unbarred and their way apparently clear. 'I like not that,’ growled Moonglum. 'Too easy. A trap awaits us are we to spring it at the pleasure of whoever dwells within the castle confines?'
'What else can we do?' Elric spoke quietly.
'Go back or forward. Avoid the castle-do not tempt He who guards the Book! ' Shaarilla was gripping the albino's right arm, her whole face moving with fear, her eyes pleading. 'Forget the Book, Elric! '