"It may not take us as food,” said Grendel, his ax lifted.
"It is submerging!” said Cabot.
There was a subtle, gentle subsidence in the water where the great body slipped beneath the surface.
"Master!” cried the slave, pointing back.
Another large head, similar to the first, though perhaps of a different species of aquatic tharlarion, had broken the surface.
Its head was only four feet or so from the surface. Its neck was thicker and shorter than that of their first visitor.
"There is another!” shrieked the slave.
This head was similar to that of the first, doubtless of the same species. In a moment both of these new arrivals had slipped beneath the surface.
"They are gone,” said Cabot.
"Cling to the raft!” said Grendel, standing.
Cabot and the slave held to the ropes binding the huge logs together.
Almost at the same moment the raft seemed to leap upward in the water, some great back beneath it, and then, with a mighty splash that drenched the occupants of the primitive vessel it struck back down into the water.
"Master!” screamed the slave.
"Hold to the ropes!” cried Cabot.
Grendel was down on one knee, his right hand on his ax, his harnessing, and the fur beneath it, drenched with water.
He shook his massive head, to rid his eyes of water.
"It is quiet,” said Cabot, as the raft settled back, rocking on the surface.
"No, no!” said Grendel.
Then a body, that of the same behemoth or one of the others, rose under the raft and tipped it to the left, sharply. The slave screamed, losing her grip on the wet rope to which she clung, and slid over the logs and plunged into the water. Cabot reached to her rope, that fastened about her waist, and dragged her out of the water onto the raft's surface, she crying and sobbing, the raft then again righting itself.
"They cannot overturn it!” shouted Cabot.
Then the stem of the raft rose almost vertically into the air and its occupants clung to the ropes on the wet surfaced almost as if clinging to a wall. The slave screamed, and Cabot extended his hand to her, which she grasped.
Then the raft again plunged into the water, with a mighty splash.
"You built this well!” Cabot called to Grendel.
"It can be overturned,” cried Grendel. “If it is, get back on it, swiftly! Do not stay in the water!"
"It is too heavy to overturn!” said Cabot.
"No,” said Grendel. “These things have such force."
"Ai!” cried Cabot, in dismay.
He then thrust his makeshift spear under ropes, from whence, were the raft overturned, he might, from beneath the surface, have been able to recover it.
"Surely the raft is too heavy to overturn, Master,” wept the slave.
"It seems not,” said Cabot.
He then bent to free the slave's waist rope from its anchoring on the raft. “If the raft is overturned,” said Cabot, “the rope might hold you under the raft. Can you swim?"
"No!” she wept.
He then looped the rope about his arm.
"Cling to the rope,” he told her.
"Yes, Master!” she wept.
A moment later the raft again tilted to the left, and then, half visible, the mighty back of one of the gigantic saurians, like a wet, scaled mountain, rose higher and higher, and then the raft, after a moment, slid free, and struck again into the water. “He cannot do it!” called Cabot to Grendel.
"No!” said Grendel. “He now understands it can be done!"
Again the mighty body emerged under the side of the raft, and the raft again tilted to the left, and then it was vertical, and its occupants dangled from the ropes. “Jump!” cried Grendel, and leapt from the raft. Cabot seized the slave and leaped clear of the raft, just as it struck into the water, inverted. He scrambled onto the bottom of the raft, now upward, and dragged the girl onto its surface beside him. “Grendel!” called Cabot. He saw a huge paw rise out of the water, and then Grendel was on the raft. In his harness, he had thrust the haft of the long ax. “We are safe!” said Cabot.
"No, no!” said Grendel.
Again the mighty body emerged under the raft and again the raft was almost vertical in the water, and was then vertical, and then struck down again, with great force, its occupants, as before, leaping free. Cabot thrust away large jaws reaching for him, and then he, dragging his slave with him, clambered back onto the raft. A moment later Grendel had joined them. “The supplies are gone,” said Cabot.
"They are hungry,” said Grendel. “They are not finished."
The raft was now upright, having twice turned, but, as Cabot had observed, their supplies were gone.
Logs were loosened, and water washed about their feet.
"The raft is heavy!” said Cabot. “It is hard for them!"
"I fear it will break up,” said Grendel.
The slave screamed.
Cabot's foot slipped between parted logs, and he drew it up, swiftly, as the logs, loose in their ropes, clashed together.
The slave was on all fours, half in water.
She screamed.
A large head had lifted itself out of the water and was reaching, head turned, for Grendel, who struck its jaw with the ax. It drew back, flesh hanging from the side of its jaw, seemingly more puzzled than injured.
Blood spread into the water.
"We are done,” said Grendel. “There is blood! These things can smell that from a pasang away!"
Grendel stood, the ax ready, lest the large aquatic predator approach anew.
Cabot extracted his makeshift spear from its ensconcement within the ropes of the raft, and held it, crouching down.
He saw a stirring in the water, as of a large body but a yard or so below its surface, approaching smoothly, unhurried.
Another head, the shorter, wider head, on the shorter neck, emerged behind Cabot and he, alerted by the tiny sound, spun about, and, crouched down, jabbed at the head, over the slave's prone body, and the point of the stick, blackened, and fire-hardened, but perhaps over sharpened, intended not for such an application, but for the penetration of more yielding targets, say, Kurii, snapped against the jaw, much as if it might have been plunged against rock.
Cabot drew back the splintered weapon.
The beast was peering at him, unhurt as far as Cabot could tell.
He had at his disposal no Gorean spear with its stout blade, a weapon which might have been, as the ax of Grendel, more potent.
"Master!” cried the slave, pointing, for another head had emerged form the water.
There might then have been six, or seven, saurians, curious, aggressive, within a dozen yards of the raft.
"Brought by the blood,” commented Grendel. “And there will be others."
"Yes,” said Cabot.
The beasts, of course, were not accustomed to men, or Kurii, both so unlike their usual prey. Too, their usual strikes would be made within the water, or near the shore. They would not understand the raft, but they could sense food.
"It is a matter of time,” said Grendel.
Certainly they had tried to bring their quarry into the water.
They had met surprising resistance, however, in attempting this, due to the weight of the raft.
Again one of the predator's heads extended over the raft, jaws opened, reaching for Grendel.
He struck at it, and the ax was seized in the snapping jaws, and, with a wrench of the great head, flung away, into the water.
"I wish you well,” called Grendel to Cabot.
"I, too, wish you well,” said Cabot.
Cabot stood, unsteadily, on the loosened logs. He sensed the slave at his feet. She was kneeling, her head down, pressing herself against his leg.
He put his hand in her hair, fondly.
"Are we to die?” she asked.
"It would seem so,” he said.
She looked up at him, her face stained with water, and tears, and smiled.