Aelfred cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable, then headed for the cabin door. There he paused. "Listen, we'll write down what supplies we need to get while we have a drink, and then we'll get our gear from the elves. It'll be like Midwinter Festival back home."
Teldin nodded mechanically. The big warrior's joking change of subject hit a raw nerve, but Teldin wasn't willing to fight about it. Thinking of Julia made him think of the traitor Rianna, since she had nearly killed both Julia and Teldin before he and Aelfred had killed her. Sometimes, when he wasn't careful, he still saw Rianna's bloodied face, her feral grin, the spear that pinned her to the deck. If he was very incautious, he remembered other things that had passed between Rianna and him, things he wished had never happened. Julia's departure had to be for the better. What kind of death would she have suffered to be his companion? he wondered. Without thinking, Teldin reached up and fingered the silver chain that held his cloak. It took time to come back to reality when that period passed.
*****
Writing down the supply list took five tankards of ale, only one of which was Aelfred's. Teldin nodded off as he finished his last ale, and Aelfred walked him back to his cabin. The big warrior left Teldin asleep in his hammock.
Gaye was topside, talking with a deck hand about repairing a broken railing on the main deck. Aelfred motioned her over. They walked back toward the stern castle stairs, where they leaned on the railing and looked together at the flapping gullions and the empty dock to starboard.
"He's taking a rest now," said Aelfred, supporting his weight on his elbows. "Meeting the elves wore him out. Got a lot on his mind."
"I thought he did," said Gaye, chin resting on her folded hands. "He was really tense when we met. We ran around, then he had to see the elves. Is he okay?"
"Ah." Aelfred waved a hand. "Fine. Well, son of. Our second mate took off, and he was a little down about it. I think he liked her. He's also sort of worried about you."
Gaye blinked. "Oh. I thought he was angry with me." "Well, he's got this thing about-well, kender. He was afraid you might get into trouble. He says he's known kender who steal things."
Gaye chewed her lower lip. "Some do."
"That's probably it, then," Aelfred said, as if the knowledge solved everything. "Stealing things wouldn't go over well here. It would cause a lot of trouble."
"Yeah." Gaye watched a particularly large gullion wheel in flight nearby, over the docks. "I can understand that."
"That's good." Aelfred suddenly sounded much more cheerful. "Anyway, Teldin should be fine in a few hours. Didn't sleep well before we got here. Too keyed up."
"Can I stay? On the ship, I mean."
Aelfred looked into her wildspace eyes with a crooked grin. "Are you kidding?" He pulled away from the railing. "I owe you a drink. I always buy a new crewmate one free drink." He suddenly stopped and looked directly at Gaye. "Say, forgive me for asking, but just how old are you?"
Gaye looked up at him, thought carefully, then told the truth. "Forty seven."
Aelfred went limp. He stepped back, mouth open. "No." Gaye gave Aelfred a slow smile. "Yeah. Isn't it incredible?" "Damn." He stared at her for a long moment, then suddenly began laughing aloud, slapping his thighs. Other crewmen stopped working to stare at him with astonishment. When he could contain himself, he just shook his head. "Come on," he said with a wide grin, motioning her to follow him to the saloon. "You're old enough for a real drink."
"I'll be there right after I visit the head," she said brightly. Aelfred waved and headed off to get started.
She put the compass, the three coins, the earring, and the belaying pin back where she had found them-more or less- before she ran down to the saloon.
*****
Getting the supplies from the Imperial Fleet two days later proved to be absurdly simple. Its crew safely aboard and ready for the journey to Ironpiece, the Probe slid backward from its dock, drew away from the end by half the ship's hundred-foot length, then dropped toward the Rock's invisible gravity plane only a few more feet below them.
"Turn us over," called Aelfred from the forecastle.
The hammership slowly began to rotate on its long axis, as if rolling over in a storm. Teldin felt a now-familiar sense of vertigo. His stomach churned, and his palms grew sweaty. Finally, he looked away from the vast stony bulk of the Rock spread out before him, letting his stomach settle as he stared out at the turning stars in the empty blackness of wildspace. That wasn't so bad. He couldn't help thinking that the Rock was flipping over, and everyone on it would be crushed.
The elven Imperial Fleet maintained storehouses for its naval ships at the sprawling naval base on the reverse side of the Rock of Bral. The Probe very slowly cruised up the side of a great rocky face from which dozens of windows and batteries of ballistae and catapults peered. Up one hundred, three hundred, maybe five hundred feet, the lip of the cliff came into view. The weapons batteries were numerous, and among them were many unfamiliar but discomforting weapons. Weapons' crewmen sullenly watched the Probe pass by, hands resting on crossbows or the release levers of loaded siege engines. There were even a few huge versions of the smokepowder pistols that the giff Gomja once had carried with him. Teldin shook off the depressing memory of Gomja's death, earned by battling neogi and umber hulks on their own ship when it crashed into a mountain lake on Krynn.
The Probe reached the cliff ledge and rose over it. Ahead was a flat plain of smooth rock marked in a grid pattern with huge white stripes and dots lights shone from tall poles on the edges of the plain. Red-brick weapons' towers abounded, far and near. Teldin saw two wasp ships, each hovering just twenty feet above the plain about fifty feet away, one to port and one to starboard.
"We have clearance," sang the lookout. Teldin glanced forward and saw a bright yellow light shining directly ahead from the base of another great cliff face, perhaps five hundred feet away. The light was directly over the rightmost one of three titanic gray doors, each capable of swallowing the Probe and a dozen like it at once.
"Slow ahead," said Aelfred. "Let's take our time." The Probe glided forward over the plain. Teldin now saw that the plain was a sort of naval landing field or dry dock. Huge wood-and-kon doors were set into the rock at various places, for purposes Teldin couldn't begin to guess at. Sealed boxes and short stacks of lumber were visible here and there across the rock flats. Even a few walking figures were visible, but for the most part the field was clear.
The monstrous gray door toward which they glided led into a dark hall illumined by hundreds of lights in its high-vaulted ceiling. Teldin saw a man carrying a box from which a red light suddenly glared toward the Probe.
"All stop!" barked Aelfred. The ship groaned slightly as it came to a halt only thirty feet from the hangar doors. A single silver-armored figure, smaller and thinner than an adult man but with a straight-backed bearing that marked him as a military officer, stood next to the doors. The figure, Teldin realized, was Admiral Cirathorn. The elf slowly waved in greeting. "Your supplies can be loaded aboard your ship using our portable cranes," he called in a pleasant voice. "All you requested is yours."
"We're grateful to you," Aelfred called back from the forecastle railing. "I'm Aelfred Silverhorn, the captain of this ship. I'm honored to meet you."
"And I, you," Cirathorn returned. "The loading should take less than an hour. I ask that you and your first mate join me for a moment."
Aelfred turned and looked at Teldin, shrugging. "I assume that's if you don't mind," he said.
"I trust you more than I do anyone else," Teldin replied. "It's your ship, and you may as well hear what I hear."
They rode to the ground in one of the ship's boats, where they had the helmsman of the tiny craft wait for them. Cirathorn greeted them with a smile that looked remarkably bloodless in the intense blue-white lights spilling from beyond the hangar door. His eyes were narrowed against the light, but they were friendly enough anyway.
"I hate to be nosy," Aelfred said after they greeted each other, "but how did you manage to get the Rock to let you store Imperial Fleet goods here?
"The prince of this world and city was kind enough to allow the Imperial Fleet to lease a portion of this naval base," Cirathorn said. "We may store supplies, berth our lesser ships, and maintain contact with the numerous elven colonies in this sphere. In return, Prince Andru and his government benefit from our strength. Our presence brings additional trade from elves who would rather land where the fleet lands as well. If there is cause to defend this port, we aid in that defense, though we have little here on the Rock with which to fight. As the prince would say, it's the thought that counts."
"A nice arrangement," agreed Aelfred, "though I've heard a few stories about the prince that weren't too complimentary. Wasn't he involved in some way with his brother's-"
"The wise do not question their allies too deeply," interrupted Cirathorn, as if he were discussing the weather. "None of us is as others see us, and every field bears the seeds of disappointment. Prince Andru is our ally, and a good one he has been-but we have digressed from my reasons for meeting you here."
The admiral untied a leather tube from his belt and passed it to Teldin. "I believe you may find these notes of some help, limited though such may be. They are written in the common tongue of Ansalon, for your ease. This is the sum of our lore about your goal. You will find this material contradictory at best, as most of it consists of second-hand tales told around a tavern fire by those who would know the least about their subject. Nonetheless, you may find a reference or two of use."
Teldin uncapped the tube and noted that it contained many sheets of rolled papers. He recapped the tube and held it rightly rather than tying it to his own belt.
"I don't know how to thank you," Teldin said, looking with relief at the elfs angular face. "I'm afraid I didn't know whether to trust you or not. I've had a difficult time since I picked up this cloak. It's never gotten better."
"Until now, I would hope," Cirathom said. A smile brightened his pale features. He extended his right hand. Surprised, Teldin took it and gave a cautious but firm handshake. Cirathorn shook Aelfred's hand as well, then stepped back. "I am needed at a long dinner honoring Prince Andru," he said. "I am fashionably late as it is, but it would be best not to keep everyone waiting past the appetizers. Thank you again for honoring us with your presence, Teldin Moore. May the gods watch over your journey."
The two men bid the elf good-bye, then headed back for their boat. They had lifted away for their ship when the admiral reached the hangar doors. The elf turned to look back in silence, noting the billowing of the now maroon-red cloak. He walked on again only after the hammership had been loaded and had begun its slow glide back over the landing field, and the red cloak could no longer be seen.
Cirathorn's walk took him to an unlit supervisor's room. He closed the door behind him, paused in the darkness for a moment, then walked over to a writing desk and opened the lowest drawer on the right. From inside it he pulled out a key. Reaching up, he let his fingers pass along the wall until he found a nail stuck there, then moved up three hand widths from the nail to find a nearly invisible slot in the wall. He inserted the key in this and twisted.
A panel slid soundlessly aside in the wall to reveal a closet-sized room with a faintly glowing circle of amber on the floor. The admiral returned the key, then entered, closing the door behind him, and stepped into the center of the circle with the clinking of mailed boots against the stone floor.
"The embassy," he said, and vanished into thin air.
Moments later, he stopped in the doorway of his office below the embassy structure. A row of elven faces turned. His staff and officers came to their feet.
"It has been ages," he said, "since we last hunted together. Now is the time. Let us hunt."
*****