If persuasion failed to win them over, then the demon would use the fire launcher, which was concealed inside what appeared to be a storage cabin on the foredeck. In the event of an attack, the front section of the cabin could be dropped away and the weapon armed and fired in seconds. The Elven airships would be burned out of the sky before they knew what was happening, and theZolomach would continue on its way. Once within range of the Ellcrys, a single direct hit was all it would take. It would be over before the Elves had a chance to do anything to stop it. In spite of having the fire launcher, theZolomach would be destroyed and its crew killed in reprisal, but the demon would escape because it would shed Sen Dunsidan’s skin and take a new form. In the chaos, it would slip over the side of the ship. Once it was on the ground, they would never find it.
But now an unfamiliar airship was approaching, and they were still too far away from Arborlon for it to be an Elven vessel. It was flying alone, as well, which suggested it had another purpose. The demon watched it grow larger, closing steadily, in no apparent hurry and with no indication that it meant any harm.
« Captain?» the demon said to the tall man on his right. «What ship is this?»
TheZolomach’s Captain, who had been studying the vessel through his spyglass, shook his head. «No ship I know. Not a ship of the line. Not a warship.» He looked again. «Wait. Her insignia is of a burning torch on a field of black.» He trailed off. «She’s a Druid ship.»
The Moric stiffened. Shadea a’Ru? Come looking for him out here? The idea seemed preposterous. «Who’s aboard her? Tell me what you see.»
The Captain put the spyglass up again and studied the ship. «Two Druids standing at the bow. A pilot. Someone else. A boy, it looks like.»
« Let me see.»
The demon took the spyglass from the Captain and scanned the decks of the approaching airship. It was just as the Captain had said—four figures were visible on deck and no one else. No railguns were mounted, and no other weapons were to be seen. The demon lowered the spyglass and made a quick scan of the decks of theZolomach, reassured by the presence of Federation soldiers at every turn. There was no reason to be worried.
Still, it was uneasy. What was a Druid airship doing way out there by itself? It was not there by chance. The encounter was not a coincidence.
« They’re signaling to us,” the Captain advised.
The demon glanced over at him in confusion. «Signaling?»
The Captain pointed to the line of pennants being raised along the other ship’s foremast. «They wish to come aboard and speak with you. See the pennant with the silver and black on it? That’s your pennant, Prime Minister. They must know you are aboard.»
The demon’s first impulse was to turn on the approaching airship and attack it at once. But the demon was trapped inside Sen Dunsidan’s skin, and an unprovoked aggression against an ally would not be well received by the officers and men who crewed the ship. Worse, it might result in a battle they could not win. Although the Druid airship was not armed, the Druids themselves were formidable. If they were to damage theZolomach and force another delay, it might prove fatal to the demon’s plans to reach the Ellcrys.
White–hot fury fed the Moric’s sense of frustration, but it kept calm outwardly. It would have to deal with the situation in a diplomatic way. «Move alongside them and ask what they wish to speak to us about,” he ordered.
The Captain raised his own line of pennants, then maneuvered theZolomach until she was close by her counterpart. The Druids stood at the railing, black–cloaked and hooded. The Moric glanced at the name carved into the ship’s bow.SWIFT SURE.
« Sen Dunsidan!» shouted one of the Druids, the taller of the two, a woman by the sound of her voice. She kept her hood raised. «Shadea a’Ru sends greetings.»
The Moric felt a twinge of panic. If Shadea had sent this ship and these Druids, then nothing good could come of it. After all, the Ard Rhys had already tried to kill it once. There was nothing to say that she was not about to try to do so again.
But then the demon remembered that it was no longer in the guise of Iridia Eleri, and it was the sorceress whom Shadea had sent assassins to kill. Sen Dunsidan was Shadea’s ally. So far as the demon knew, nothing had happened to change that.
It calmed itself. «What does Shadea wish of me?» it shouted back in Sen Dunsidan’s deep, resonant voice. «How can I be of service to the Ard Rhys?»
« She wishes to be of service to you,” the speaker replied. «She wishes to present you with a gift that will be of use in negotiating with the Elves. She knows of the disaster on the Prekkendorran and wishes to mitigate the consequences. May I come over and present it?»
The Moric had no use for such a gift, but it understood that it could not afford to cast aside the offer out of hand. To do so would look suspicious. Worse, it would suggest that its motives in coming to the Westland were not peaceful. Shadea had allied herself and the Druids with Sen Dunsidan and the Federation. It made sense that she would want to aid the Prime Minister in his efforts at resolving the Federation dispute with the Free–born. She was as much at risk in this business as he was. The Moric wondered fleetingly how she had found out about where Sen Dunsidan was going and why, but it assumed she had spies at Arishaig who told her everything.
The Moric steeled itself. It would have to suppress its impulses and act as Sen Dunsidan would. This would only take a few minutes, and then it could be on its way. Better to placate the Druids than to irritate them.
« Let them board, Captain,” it said to theZolomach’s commander. «But watch them closely in the event this is something other than what it seems.»
The Captain nodded wordlessly, and the Moric climbed down from the pilot box and walked over to the railing to await its visitors.
It won’t work,Pen kept thinking.It will never work.
But it did. He could scarcely believe it when theZolomach’s Captain ran up the line of signal pennants that invited the Druids aboard. He had been convinced that permission would be refused and they would be turned away without a second thought. But his father, who had conceived of the plan during the night and worked the details through carefully with his mother, had assured them all that the demon would relent. In its guise as Sen Dunsidan, it would be forced to do what Sen Dunsidan would do. It might want to turn them away, but it would realize that to do so would create suspicion and risk disruption of its efforts to reach the Ellcrys. Its overriding goal was to reach Arborlon as quickly as possible, Bek reminded them. It would do whatever was necessary to make that happen.
Under his father’s steady hand,Swift Sure eased closer to theZolomach, and lines were thrown from the latter to the former and secured by Pen to the anchor stanchions so that the two vessels were joined. Pen glanced up and down at the soldiers lining the other ship’s railings and tried to reassure himself that they didn’t matter, that the plan would work out as his father intended. His mother and Khyber, cloaked in the Druid robes his mother had stolen from Paranor and stowed aboard some weeks earlier, stood together at the bow, waiting patiently. They kept their hoods up and their features concealed. Sen Dunsidan didn’t know any of them by sight save Tagwen, who was hiding belowdecks, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.
As he finished tying off the lines, Pen went over in his mind one last time the details of what was about to happen. If they were mistaken in any way about how the darkwand would react or if his aunt had guessed wrong about what he needed to do or, worst of all, if the King of the Silver River had deceived his father in his fever dream, then none of them were likely to return from theZolomach alive. But it was mostly up to him to make the plan succeed, and it was his own judgment that was likely to determine how things turned out.