The Dark God: Servant Part 50

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An officer called to the Captain from the main deck. "Everything is secured, Zu."

"Great One," the Captain said and bowed slightly to the Skir Master.

The Skir Master faced Argoth, his coat flapping in the breeze. He withdrew a large spike from his coat pocket and held it up. "Here is the spark. When I set it and quicken the weave, the bait's essence will rise into the sky like a smoke. It will call to them like b.l.o.o.d.y chum calls to sharks." Then he turned and inserted the spike into a slot. When it was set, he inserted a pin crossways through the end of the spike to secure it.

The boy in the bowl sagged.

In that moment Argoth told himself he was not like the Divines. There was a difference, but then the boy looked up through his drugged eyes and Argoth saw only Nettle.



What had he done to his son?

"Can you hear it?" asked the Skir Master.

"Great One?"

"The singing."

Argoth did not know what he meant.

He patted the great bowl. "The weave. It's calling, singing. They all do, great and small. That is the Kain's art-to weave the songs of power. You can hear this one if you listen carefully."

Argoth knew that weaves thrummed when you quickened them. But singing? He closed his eyes and focused. He heard the waves slapping the hull, the creak of the rigging. Then he heard something else. Something very soft which he immediately lost. He focused, then caught it again-a chorus of winds, rising and falling in a pattern, with a deep rumble running through them. Then one voice rose above the rest. He opened his eyes in wonder.

"All living things sing," said the Skir Master. Then he smiled, and the look in that smile was so malevolent it took Argoth aback. But as soon as it came the look was gone.

"I see," said Argoth.

"No, you don't." The Skir Master gestured out over the sea. "Empty. Nothing but a few thin clouds, right?"

Argoth did not have an answer.

"It's full," said the Skir Master. "Teeming with life. The air, waters, heavens and earth: teeming. The Creators let nothing go to waste. Humans see, smell, perceive almost nothing."

"And do you see it all, Great One?" asked Argoth.

The Skir Master did not reply. Instead he reached into his coat and retrieved something made of gold. He held it out to Argoth. "Put these on."

Argoth bowed slightly, walked to where the Skir Master stood inside his pulpit railing.

All this time the bowl and boy had claimed Argoth's attention, now he saw the pulpit railing circled a large weave of bronze inlaid into the deck of the s.h.i.+p.

Argoth took the object from the Skir Master's hand. It was made of two wafers of milky stone, about the size of duck eggs, affixed between two bows of gold. Two long hooks were attached to the points of the bows.

"Spectacles," said the Skir Master. "Place the bow upon your nose and the hooks about your ears."

Argoth hesitated.

"It's wondrous," said the Captain. "I've looked through them myself."

Argoth could not fathom how he might see anything through the opaque stones, but he put the spectacles on. He felt a thrumming and knew it was a weave.

"Give it some time," said the Skir Master.

Argoth stared at the milk walls of the stones. He wondered how many other weaves were aboard this s.h.i.+p. For a moment he thought about looking for them. They would be a boon to the Order, but then he discarded the idea. He was going to have enough problems enthralling the Skir Master and finding out who else knew their secrets.

He stood at the railing for half-an-hour and then he noticed the stones begin to clear. That or he was seeing things.

"Great One?"

"Do you see them, clansman?"

He saw a flash of something: the palest of lavenders with a yellow streak running through it. Then the milk of the stones was gone, and he saw it was not one thing, but three, no, five.

He took in his breath. There before him was a ghostly image of the s.h.i.+p and bowl. He could see the Skir Master and the sea, but they too were insubstantial. Mere phantoms. However, the skir cl.u.s.tered about the boy were solid. They were creatures as long as a man's arm, and they had attached to the boy like remora attach to a great fish.

"What are they?"

"Hoppen. Minor things."

"I thought all skir were fearsome."

"There are indeed skir deep in the earth, beings so frightful, none dare call them. But there are also small things, playful things, curious things."

"What are they doing?"

"Feeding on the boy's Fire," said the Skir Master. Then he took what looked like a brush of long horsehair, a fly swatter, and waved it amid the creatures. They scattered like fish.

Argoth lifted his spectacles. The sunlight made him squint, but he saw it wasn't horse hair at all. Only a thin bone wrapped with leather at one end. A bone from a human forearm maybe. He replaced the spectacles and lifted them again. Only part of what the Skir Master held in his hand was visible.

"Do you see the ignorant pride of humans?" said the Skir Master. "And this is only a part. Every time we extend our ability to perceive, we find a world already there."

A chill ran through Argoth then. All his life he had thought himself wise with lore. Wise with years. And now he realized he knew nothing. When he attacked the Skir Master this night, would it be like a little boy carrying a stick to attack a man in full armor?

Argoth replaced the spectacles. Two of the creatures returned like magpies to carrion, hovering in the air just out of the Skir Master's reach, their bodies undulating like sea snakes in the tide.

The wind rose sharply about Argoth, tossing his hair and wetting him with sea spray. The Captain let out a slow moan, and suddenly the wind was in Argoth, pa.s.sing over his bones. All about him shone a brightness, a translucent presence like the rounding of a thinly tinted gla.s.s.

The presence flowed over him and then to the bowl. Argoth gasped. It was a creature as thick as a horse but far longer, tapering and flattening at each end. It coiled one end about the bowl, the rest of its body stretching along the aftercastle and extended far out over the water. Argoth thought at first it was a giant serpent, but it had no head. No mouth. Not one eye. Along its whole length undulated thousands of bright, fine hairs half as long as he. In those hairs smaller creatures moved like band fish in the tentacles of an immense anemone.

"What is it?" Argoth asked.

"An ayten," said the Skir Master.

The ayten inserted one of its ends into the bowl and began to feel the boy with its bright hairs.

"How they can eat both Fire and soul," said the Skir Master, "we do not know. But when she's finished the sacrifice will be hollow."

The boy cried out. A soft moan that rose into a desperate keening.

Then the ayten bent its end closest to the boy and pressed into the bowl, engulfing the boy in its hairs. The hairs tossed and jerked as if the boy struggled within them. "Lords," said Argoth in horror.

"An amazing thing," said the Captain, "isn't it?"

Amazing was not the word Argoth would have used. When he finally found his voice, he said, "And this creature then powers the s.h.i.+p?"

"No," said the Skir Master raising his hand and pointing behind Argoth. "She does."

Argoth turned, looked up, and the immensity of what he saw stole his breath.

Off port and high in the air flew a pale blue behemoth; it stretched hundreds of yards across, dozens deep. A mountain of a manta ray, flying toward them over the waves, its wings undulating with slow power. A mult.i.tude of other creatures whirled about it.

A fear rose in Argoth. He hadn't felt this since he was a boy standing on the banks of a river and seeing something monstrous turning in the murky green waters at his feet.

"That," said the Skir Master, "is Shegom."

Argoth lifted the spectacles. He could discern nothing in the air. He replaced the spectacles, saw the behemoth dive nearer the water. He lifted the spectacles again.

The evidence of her pa.s.sing was clear: the water fluttered and flattened out as if a white squall pa.s.sed over it. The strip was darker than the sea about it, reflecting the sun differently. It seemed almost calm in the center, but at its edges the wind kicked up a scud of thick sea spray as it went. Argoth wondered if all dust devils and squalls he had seen were merely the effect of a pa.s.sing skir.

Suddenly the squall picked up speed.

The Captain braced himself. Argoth did the same and lowered his spectacles.

The creature bore down upon them, covering the distance to the s.h.i.+p in only a few breaths, kicking up a huge wall of sea spray. Just before the wall broke upon the s.h.i.+p, the Skir Master said, "It's a large one, my beauty. Enjoy the feast."

The sea spray soaked Argoth, and then the wind slammed into him almost ripping him from the railing. Again, something pa.s.sed over and through him, the cold literally sweeping his heart. The s.h.i.+p leaned with the gale.

The noise of the wind grew to a screech. He felt his spectacles almost torn from his face, then the wind lessened, and the s.h.i.+p rocked back.

Argoth caught his breath and turned.

Long hairs covered Shegom's body. But along the edge of where he imagined her head would be grew a beard of whips or tentacles. She held the struggling ayten with these.

The ayten thrashed, trying to break her hold, but Shegom shook it violently, then wrapped her prey with more of the long whips.

Another thrash, then the ayten sagged. Shegom enfolded the long creature in the hairs along her belly. Then with a gust of wind and sea spray, she rose above the s.h.i.+p.

"Amazing," said Arogth, "but how shall you bind it?"

"Bind it?" asked the Skir Master.

"Was that not the bait?"

The Skir Master smiled. "She's already mine," he said and gestured at a weave inlaid in the deck at his feet. "She's long been a part of this s.h.i.+p."

"But I thought your skir died on the way."

"Of course, you did," said the Skir Master. "That's why I started that rumor. Tell me, Clansman." He gestured at the bowl and Shegom. "Does your lore even touch this?"

An alarm sounded in his mind, but then the fear drained away and he felt a bit giddy. "No," he said.

"I didn't think so. How many are in your Grove?"

"Almost a dozen," said Argoth.

He knew he shouldn't be saying such things. Not with the Captain standing right there. Not to the Skir Master. It was death, but . . . did that matter really?

"And you're their leader?"

Again the warning. Again it drained away. The Skir Master's ghostly shape moved toward him. Why had they ever thought they should fight against such marvelous beings? Then Argoth realized what was happening. Panic flooded him. The Skir Master was seeking him. But how? Seekings were accompanied by bindings and torture.

Then Argoth thought of the spectacles. That was how he was doing this?

Argoth raised his hand to remove the weave.

"Leave them on," said the Skir Master.

Yes, that was wise. It would be nice to have them off, but it didn't seem to matter much either way.

"Are you the leader?" asked the Skir Master.

Argoth tried to remember his training.

"Answer me."

He fought against the compulsion. He needed to remove the weave. "No," he said. "I'm not."

"Who is?"

Argoth succeeded in reaching the weave.

"Leaf," said the Skir Master. "I believe we're going to have to restrain him."

"Great One," said the ma.s.sive Leaf. He approached Argoth.

Argoth took one step back. He needed to do something, but couldn't remember what it was.

"Stand still," said the Skir Master.

The weave. He needed to remove it. Argoth gripped it with both hands.

"Stop!" the Skir Master commanded.

It took all his effort, but Argoth ripped the spectacles from his face. The world of suns.h.i.+ne and sea burst upon him. He squinted, immediately felt the ease of the Skir Master lessen, and cast the spectacles to the deck.

The Skir Master and Leaf were only a few paces away, but Argoth began to build is Fire nevertheless. He'd failed with his original plan. Failed before he'd even begun! But that didn't mean he was done. He had to find the barrels. Burn the s.h.i.+p. He hadn't lost yet!

Leaf drew a cudgel. The muscles rippled in his tattooed arm.

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