They came to a large hall, where several corridors like the one they’d been following met. The pirates marched Mirya and Selsha toward the passage immediately to their left, barred by another gate of iron bars, and started to unlock the door.
Behind her, Selsha screamed in pure terror. “Mama!”
Mirya’s heart leaped in her chest. She wrenched herself around in pure, automatic reaction to her daughter’s fright, expecting that the man dragging her along had done something terrible. But the corsair gripping Selsha looked just as startled as Mirya felt. He fumbled to secure the flailing girl, swearing to himself, while the pirates beside Mirya quickly stepped in to grab her again.
“Monsters! Monsters!” Selsha shrieked.
Mirya looked past her daughter and saw them. Two creatures had just emerged from one of the intersecting corridors in the hall. The first was a fat, little spiderlike creature about the size of a human child or a largish dog. Its head rode atop a long, eellike neck, and two dark eyes glittered in the lanternlight. A short cape was clasped around its neck, and strange greenish white runes and whorls were marked on its dark, stiff-haired limbs. It glared at Selsha and hissed in annoyance. Behind the small spider-monster stood a hulking, bipedal thing that looked like some bizarre cross between a powerful ape and a gigantic beetle. Its massive forelimbs ended in mighty claws, and large, insectile eyes stared blankly ahead. It carried a large coffer marked in the same whorls and runes that decorated the smaller creature.
“Silence that noisy thing!” the small spider-monster said in a chittering voice.
Selsha screamed all over again as she realized that the little monster was talking about her, but then the pirate holding her managed to clap one of his hands over her mouth. “The girl just took a fright,” he said to the spider-monster. “It’s our business, not yours.”
“Bah! You should cut the speech out of it if it carries on like that-or eat it. It’s better to eat the noisy ones first.” The spidermonster spun around and scrambled deftly up the torso of the bigger monster, perching on its broad shoulder. Then the big monster shambled off, carrying both its smaller master and the heavy chest with no apparent difficulty.
Selsha still screamed into her captor’s hand and struggled. Mirya tried to get closer to her. “Selsha! Selsha, my darling! They’re gone. You must be quiet, please! The monsters are gone now!”
“You heard your mum,” the pirate holding Selsha said. “There’s no need for all this, girl.”
Selsha looked up to Mirya, her dark eyes wide with fright. Then she stopped fighting against her captor’s grip and gave in with a weak nod. The pirate carefully released his hand, and Selsha took a gulp of air. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “They frightened me!”
“They frightened me too,” Mirya said. She thought of the spider-monster and its ugly threat and shuddered. “But you mustn’t scream like that again if you can help it at all.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” Mirya breathed. She looked at the two pirates holding her arms. “What kind of place is this?”
“Ah, so now she’s not too good to speak to us!” the pirate steering her along laughed. “You’re in the Keep of the Black Moon, love. Don’t worry; you’ll soon grow used to the sight of neogi and their big pets!”
Neogi? Mirya wondered. The spiderlike creature, she supposed. But she had no more chance to ask about it. The pirates took Mirya and Selsha down the new passage for a long distance and then came to a vacant cell. This one was fitted with bedding of old straw and dirty blankets. They took the keys to the door down from a hook nearby and opened up the cell. Mirya decided to try one more time before their captors left them.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“You mean you don’t know?” The man laughed harshly. “Above the sea, behind the moon, beneath the sun, and among the stars, that’s where you are! You’re on an island in the Sea of Night, and here you’ll stay until the High Captain says otherwise.”
“Above the sea-?” Mirya asked. But the pirate wasn’t listening to her any longer. He shoved her into the cell so forcefully she stumbled to her hands and knees. The other pirate flung Selsha into the cell after her. Then they pulled the heavy door of iron bars closed and left the two Erstenwolds alone in the shadows of their cell.
NINETEEN
10 Marpenoth, the Year of the Ageless One (1479 DR)
They lost sight of Kraken Queen an hour after moonrise, when not even the keen-eyed Hamil could make out the tiny, dark hull any longer. Geran stared up into the starry night for a long time after that, hoping against hope for some glimpse of Kamoth’s flagship, but finally he had to admit that the pirates had escaped him. Tales of flying ships, stories of brave seafarers who dared to sail the starry waters of the Sea of Night above the skies-Geran had heard such things all his life, but he’d always dismissed them as fanciful nonsense. He’d seen the battle spells of mighty wizards, the eldritch glades of elven Myth Drannor, the strange wonders of soaring earthmotes and magical changelands that dotted the world in places where the Spellplague had touched it so long ago, but he’d never imagined that a bloodthirsty band of marauders such as the Black Moon corsairs might command the arcane learning to sail the skies. Red Wizards he might have thought capable of such a thing, or perhaps the legendary High Mages of distant Evermeet. But simple pirates?
He sighed and returned his attention to the moonlit quarterdeck. “Andurth, you’ve got the ship,” he said. “I’m going below.”
“What course?” the sailing master asked.
“Keep on this way until you hit the coast. After that … east toward Mulmaster, I guess. Maybe that’s where Kamoth’s headed.” Geran didn’t really believe so, but it was the only thing he could think of. He looked over to Hamil and Sarth. “Would you join me in my cabin? We’re in need of a new plan, and I’m in need of some drink.”
He led the way down to Seadrake’s master cabin, a comfortable room beneath the quarterdeck. Unlike Narsk’s quarters on Moonshark, Geran’s cabin was neat and uncluttered. He hadn’t been aboard long enough to make a mess of it, and Kara hadn’t really settled in during the time she’d used it. Geran asked the steward to fetch a flagon of wine and several cups then took a seat at one end of the cabin’s table. The steward returned with their wine, and Geran poured himself some and took a deep swallow. Hamil and Sarth followed his example.
“So what do we do now?” Hamil asked. “We can’t follow Kraken Queen into the sky!”
“No, we can’t, but I refuse to abandon Mirya to Kamoth and Sergen,” Geran replied. “Sooner or later, Kamoth’s got to bring his ship to port. Wherever that is, we’ll find him again.” If nothing else, he might be able to find an archmage to teleport him there. Perhaps Hamil was right, and she was relatively safe so long as she had value as a hostage. But if Kamoth and Sergen decided they no longer feared pursuit, they might not see any reason to continue to spare Mirya and her daughter.
He stared into his cup, absently rolling the dry red wine across his tongue as he considered the puzzle before them. There had to be a way to follow her! “Sarth, what do you know about flying ships?” he finally asked.
“Little, I fear,” Sarth said. “I have heard it said that great ports such as Waterdeep or Westgate sometimes see ships that call from far places indeed-cities in different planes or lands beyond the Sea of Night. And I have read accounts of some such visits in old tomes. For instance, there was a wizard named Gamelon Idogyr who visited Waterdeep a few times in the years before the Spellplague. He called on the Blackstaff on occasion, and one of the Blackstaff’s apprentices recorded Gamelon’s accounts of his voyages in the Sea of Night. Gamelon was said to arrive and depart aboard a mysterious ship of strange design that no seafarer had ever encountered elsewhere.”