However, it seems that my mother could not get it into her head that I was truly dead. She steadfastly refused to believe it, although Aunt Gertrude (so my father told me) actually went so far as to hint that my mother had lost her mind. At which point, according to my father, my mother decided to demonstrate her skill in ax-throwing, offering in a rather vigorous and alarming fashion to “part Gertrude’s hair” or words to that effect. While my mother was hauling the battle-ax down from its place on the wall, my father mentioned casually to my aunt that while my mother’s throwing arm was still strong, her aim was not what it had been in their youth. Aunt Gertrude remembered suddenly that she had business elsewhere. She pried Fricka out of my room (probably with a winch) and they flounced off.
But I’ve wandered down a side tunnel, as the saying goes. The last I wrote, we were heading in our ship toward certain death and now we’re home safe and sound, and I really have no idea how or why.
No heroic battles in the dragon-snake cave. Just a lot of talk in a language none of us understood. Our ship broke up. We had to swim to the surface. The dragon-snakes found us, and instead of murdering us, they gave us presents and sent us into a cave. Then Haplo stayed up all night talking to them. When he finally came back, he said he was tired and didn’t want to talk and he’d explain everything some other time. But he assured us that we were safe and told us we could sleep securely and that in the morning we’d be going home!
We were astounded and discussed it quietly (Alake made us whisper so as not to disturb Haplo). We couldn’t unravel the tangle, however, and finally, being exhausted ourselves, we fell asleep.
The next morning, more food appeared, along with more presents. And, peeping out of the cave, I saw to my astonishment that our submersible, good as new, was moored on the shore. There was no sign of the dragon-snakes.
“The dragons fixed your ship,” said Haplo, between mouthfuls of food. “We’ll use it to sail back home.”
He was eating something Alake had cooked and she was sitting beside him, watching him with adoring eyes.
“They did it for you,” she said softly. “You saved us, as you promised. And now you’re taking us home. You will be a hero to our people. Whatever you want will be yours, Whatever you ask for will be granted.”
She was hoping, of course, that he’d ask to marry the chieftain’s daughter—meaning her.
Haplo shrugged and said he hadn’t done all that much. But I could tell he was pleased with himself. I noted that the blue marks had started coming back on his skin. Also that he took extreme care to avoid touching or even looking at a large jug full of water I’d brought in to wash the sleep out of my eyes. I whispered to Devon, “I wonder where the bitter pill is in all this candy.”[30]
“Only think, Grundle,” he whispered back, sighing rapturously, “in a few days I’ll be with Sabia!”
He hadn’t heard a word I’d said! And I’ll wager he hadn’t heard Haplo either, for that matter. Which just goes to show you how love—at least among humans and elves—can addle the brain. Thank the One we dwarves are different! I love Hartmut down to the last strand of hair in his beard, but I’d be ashamed to let my feelings reduce my mental capacities to the consistency of gruel. But, there, I shouldn’t talk that way. Now that—
No, I’m getting ahead of myself.
“All right, but remember, no one ever gets something for nothing,” I said, but I said it into my whiskers. I was afraid that if Alake heard me, she’d scratch my eyes out.
As it was, I think Haplo did hear me. He has sharp ears, that one. I was glad. Let him know that one of us isn’t planning to swallow this without chewing on it first. He glanced at me and kind of half-smiled in that dark way of his that gives me the shivers.
When he finished eating, he said we were free to leave. We could take all the food and presents with us. At this, I saw even Alake was offended.
“No amount of gold or precious jewels can bring back the people those monsters murdered, or make up for what we have suffered,” she said, casting a disdainful glance at the mounds of riches and wealth.
“I would sooner toss such blood money in the Goodsea, except it might poison the fish,” Devon said angrily.
“Suit yourselves.” Haplo shrugged again. “But you might need it, when you sail to your new homeland.”
We looked at each other. We’d been so frightened and worried about the dragon-snakes, we’d completely forgotten about another danger that loomed over our people—the loss of the seasun.
“Will the dragon-snakes let us build more sun-chasers?” I asked dubiously.
“Better than that. They’ve offered to use their magic to fix the ones they destroyed. And they’ve given me information about this new homeland, important information.”
We badgered him with questions, but Haplo refused to answer, saying that it would not be proper to tell us before discussing a matter of this importance with our parents. We were forced to admit he was right.
Alake looked at the gold, said it was a shame it should go to waste. Devon remarked that several bolts of the silken fabric were Sabia’s favorite colors. I’d already pocketed some of the jewels (as I wrote earlier, we dwarves are a practical lot), but I gladly took a few more, just so the others wouldn’t think I was being snooty.
We loaded ourselves, the presents, and the food on board the submersible. I checked the ship over thoroughly. Admittedly, the dragon-snakes were strong on magic, but I mistrusted that they knew anything about shipbuilding. However, the snakes appeared to have put it back together exactly the way it was before they broke it and I decided it was safe to sink in.
We each took up residence in our old rooms. Everything was as it had been when we left. I even found this—my journal, exactly where I left it. No water damage. Not a drop of ink smeared. Astounding! It made me kind of queasy. I wondered, more than once on that journey, if it had all really happened or if it had only been a strange and terrible dream.
The ship launched itself, under the same magical power as before, and we were headed back home.
I’m certain the journey took the same amount of time going as coming, but it seemed far longer to us. We laughed and talked excitedly about the first things we’d do when we reached our homelands and how we’d probably be considered heroes and what everyone would make of Haplo.
We spent a lot of time talking about Haplo. At least Alake and I did. She came into my cabin quite late the first night of our trip back home. It was that quiet period just before you go to bed when the aching for home comes over you so badly sometimes that it makes you think you’ll die of it. I was feeling the same way myself, and I must admit that maybe a tear or two had trickled into my whiskers when I heard Alake’s gentle tap on my door.
“It’s me, Grundle. Can I talk to you? Or are you sleeping?”
“If I was, I’m not now,” I told her grumpily, to hide the fact that I’d been crying. For all I knew, she’d dose me with herbs or something.
I opened the door. Alake came in and sat on the bed. I took one look at her—she was shy and proud and fluttery and happy—and I knew what this conversation was going to be about.
She sat on the bed, twisting the rings on her fingers. (I saw that she’d forgotten to take off her funeral jewelry. We dwarves aren’t particularly superstitious, but if there was ever a bad omen, that was it. I meant to tell her, but just as I was about to say something she started to talk, and I never had the chance.) “Grundle,” she said, making up her mind to astonish me. “I’m in love.”
I decided to amuse myself a little. It’s fun to tease Alake, because she takes everything so seriously.
“I’m sure I wish you two all the best,” I said slowly, stroking my whiskers, “but how do you think Sabia will take it?”
30
A reference to the elven practice of hiding bad-tasting medicine in sugared rose petals.