Arriving in Safe Harbor, they met the young duke and duchess standing on the obsidian pier. Both necromancers were admiring—or perhaps inspecting—Haplo’s ship.
“Do you know, sir?” The young lord, catching sight of them, turned from his examination of the ship and hastened toward Haplo. “I’ve thought of where I’ve seen runes like this before! The game—rune-bone!” He waited for Haplo’s response, obviously expected Haplo to know what he was talking about.
Haplo didn’t.
“My dear,” said the observant Jera, “the man has no idea what you mean. Why don’t we—”
“Oh, really?” Jonathan appeared quite astonished. “I thought everyone—It’s played with bones, you know. Runes like those on your ship are inscribed on the bones. Why, say, come to think of it, the same runes are on your hands and arms, too! Why, you might be a walking game wall!” The duke laughed.
“What a dreadful thing to say, Jonathan! You’re embarrassing the poor man,” remonstrated his wife, although she gazed at Haplo with an intensity the Patryn found disconcerting.
Haplo scratched at the backs of his hands, saw the woman’s green eyes focus on the runes tattooed on the skin. He coolly thrust his hands into the pockets of his leather trousers, forced himself to smile pleasantly.
“I’m not embarrassed. I’m interested. I never, heard of a game such as you describe. I’d like to see it, learn how it’s played.”
“Nothing easier! I’ve a set of rune-bones at home. Perhaps, when we land, we could go back to our house—”
“My dearest,” said Jera, amused, “when we land we are going to the palace! With His Highness.” She gave her husband a nudge, recalling him to the fact that he had, in his enthusiasm, impolitely ignored the prince.
“I beg Your Highness’s pardon.” Jonathan flushed red. “It’s just that I really never saw anything quite like this ship....”
“No, please don’t apologize.” Edmund, too, was staring at the ship and at Haplo with new-kindled interest. “It is remarkable. Quite remarkable.”
“The dynast will be fascinated!” Jonathan stated. “He adores the game, never misses an evening’s play. Wait until he sees you and hears about your ship. He won’t let you go,” he assured Haplo earnestly.
Haplo didn’t find that idea at all encouraging. Alfred cast him an alarmed glance. But the Patryn had an unexpected ally in the duchess.
“Jonathan, I don’t believe we should mention the ship to the dynast. After all, Prince Edmund’s business is far more serious. And I”—the green eyes turned on Haplo—“would like to have my father’s counsel on this matter before we discuss it with anyone else.”
The young duke and duchess exchanged glances. Jonathan’s face sobered immediately. “A wise suggestion, my dear. My wife has the brains in the family.”
“No, no, Jonathan,” Jera protested, faintly blushing. “After all, you were the one who noticed the connection between the runes on the ship and the game.”
“Common sense, then,” Jonathan suggested, smiling at her and patting her hand. “We make a good team. I’m subject to whim, to impulse. I tend to act before I think. Jera keeps me in line. But she, on the other hand, would never do anything exciting or out of the ordinary if I wasn’t around to make her life interesting.” Leaning down, he kissed her soundly on her cheek.
“Jonathan! Please!” Her face was mantled with blushes. “What will His Highness think of us!”
“His Highness thinks he has rarely seen two people more deeply in love,” said Edmund, smiling.
“We have not been married very long, Your Highness,” Jera added, still blushing, but with a fond glance at her husband. Her hand twined around his.
Haplo was thankful that the conversation had turned from him. He knelt down beside the dog, made a show of examining the animal.
“Sar—Alfred,” he called. “Come here, will you? I think the dog’s picked up a rock in his paw. You hold him, will you, while I take a look?”
Alfred looked panicked. “Me, hold ... hold the—”
“Shut up and do as I say!” Haplo shot him a vicious glance. “He won’t hurt you. Not unless I tell him to.”
Bending down, the Patryn lifted the animal’s left front paw and pretended to examine it. Alfred did as he was told, his hands gingerly and ineffectively grasping the dog’s middle.
“What do you make of all this?” Haplo demanded in a low voice.
“I’m not certain. I can’t see well,” Alfred answered, peering at the paw. “If you could turn it to the light—”
“I don’t mean the dog!” Haplo almost shouted in exasperation, fought down his frustration, lowered his voice. “I mean the runes. you ever hear anything of this game they’re talking about?”
“No, never.” Alfred shook his head. “Your people were not a subject to be treated lightly among us. To think of making a game—” He looked at the runes on Haplo’s hand, shining blue and red as they worked their magic against the heat of the magma sea. Alfred shivered. “No, it would be impossible!”
“Like me trying to use your runes?” Haplo asked. The dog, pleased with the attention, sat patiently, submitting its paw to being poked and prodded.
“Yes, much the same. It would be difficult for you to touch them, just as you can’t easily speak them. Maybe it’s coincidence,” Alfred offered hopefully. “Meaningless scrawls that have the appearance of runes.”
Haplo grunted. “I don’t believe in coincidence, Sartan. There, you’re all right, boy! What did you mean, whining like that over nothing?”
Playfully, he rolled the dog over, scratched it on the belly. The dog wriggled on its back, indulging in a long luxurious scratch along its spine. Flipping over, it jumped up, shook itself, refreshed. Haplo rose to his feet, ignoring Alfred, who, in attempting to stand, lost his balance and sat down heavily. The duke hastened to assist him.
“Will you sail your ship across the Fire Sea or travel with us?” the duchess asked Haplo.
The Patryn had been pondering this question himself. If they were truly using Patryn runes in that city, there was the possibility, however remote, that someone might be able to break through his carefully planned defenses. The ship would be more difficult for him to reach, docked in this harbor on the opposite shore, but there would be fewer to see it and gape at it and perhaps attempt to meddle with it.
“I’ll sail with you, Your Grace,” Haplo replied. “And leave my ship here.”
“That is wise,” the lady said, nodding her head, and it seemed her thoughts had run the same course as the Patryn’s. He saw her glance stray to the cloud-covered city, perched on a cliff at the rear of the enormous cavern, and he saw her frown. All was not well there, apparently, but then Haplo had seen few places where living beings existed that were not subject to strife and turmoil. Those had, however, been run by humans, elves, dwarves. This city was run by Sartan, noted for their ability to dwell together in peace and in harmony. Interesting. Very interesting.
The small group walked down the length of the empty, deserted dock toward the duke’s ship. It was an iron monster designed—as were most ships in the realms Haplo had traveled—in the shape of a dragon. Far larger than Haplo’s elven ship, the black iron dragonship was fearsome in appearance, its huge, ugly, black head rearing up out of the magma sea. Red lights gleamed from its eyes, red fire burned in its gaping mouth, smoke issued in puffs from the iron nostrils.
The army of the dead straggled ahead of them, dropping bits of bone, armor, a hank of hair as they marched. One cadaver, almost completely reduced to a skeleton, suddenly keeled over, its legs crumbling beneath it. The dead soldier lay on the dock in a confused heap of bones and armor, its helm perched at an insane angle on its skull.