For a long, pregnant moment, the creatures in the water made no sound. Sunlight glinted from hundreds of arrowheads, a warlike and ironic contrast to the beautiful coral shallows, the mottled blue and green water reflecting the sunlight in dazzling hues.
The aquatic archers held their weapons horizontally so that both ends of their bows remained out of the water. The archers could shower the longship's hull with their lethal rain at a moment's notice.
"Be careful!" Brigit hissed. "They've been taught all their lives that humans are their mortal enemies. Don't let anyone do anything to give them cause to shoot!"
The princess studied the creatures in the water, realizing that they tended to be very fair-looking beings, with the pointed ears and narrow, shapely skulls of elves. The skin on their faces and arms, the only parts she could see above the water, varied in color from soft green to deep blue, even shifting through many hues on a single individual. The webbed hands and feet, however, couldn't help reminding the princess of a sahuagin.
"What are they?" she asked softly, realizing that Brigit stood beside her.
"The Aquis-Dulcio. . sea elves," said the sister knight, her voice heavy with awe. "I've heard about them. All of us know of our cousins of the deep, but never have I seen one!"
Just then one of the sea elves rose, treading water with his feet. He opened his mouth, and a series of lyrical sounds came forth. To Alicia, it sounded like a pleasant song in which the singer made up nonsense sounds instead of words.
Brigit, however, stiffened and then listened with rapt attention. She responded once in the same language, and then the aquatic elf continued speaking. Despite the musical nature of the speech, the speaker's gestures and expressions convinced the princess he was delivering a harangue. His webbed hands clenched into fists, and he planted them firmly on his hips. Brandon, Robyn, and Keane observed the communication, gathering around the sister knight by the time the sea elf ceased speaking.
"What does he say?" asked the captain impatiently.
"They demand that we leave. They promise to kill us if we don't depart immediately."
Alicia's heart sank. "But don't they understand?" she objected.
"They understand that this is a human ship, and they insist that humans are not allowed here."
"Did you tell them why we're here?" asked Robyn.
"I told them who I am. The Sisters of Synnoria are known throughout elvendom, and being their captain gives me some status. I started to explain about the Synnorian Gate, but he cut me off and told me that it didn't matter-we had to leave." She didn't repeat the names he had called her, the filthy epithets-traitor and worse-for bringing the eternal enemies of elvendom to this sacred place.
"Does he see that we're stuck on an Abyss-cursed lump of coral?" snarled Brandon, stepping to the rail to glower at the male, who still held himself half out of the water. The northman started to raise his fist, but then apparently thought better of the gesture. With an inarticulate mutter, he turned back to the discussion.
Brigit leaned over the rail again and sang something back to the elf in the water. The sea elf scowled and came back in a minor, threatening key. The sister knight shrugged and turned back to the humans.
"I told him that we're stranded, that we can't get off of here. He … was insulting, but at least he didn't insist that we leave."
Hanrald listened intently, standing at the gunwale and flushing as he stared at the elf. He sensed that Brigit had been treated very rudely. "He's a pompous little wart, that one. I'd like to have the chance to teach him a few manners!"
Abruptly Alicia grew impatient and stepped to the gunwale. "We come in peace, and we seek an audience with your queen and her council of sages." She spoke in Common, trying to keep her voice light, her face friendly. "We offer no threat!"
She found herself the target of more arrows than she could count, all poised on the brink of launching. If any one of them slips, she thought, I'm dead.
Then Brigit stepped to her side. Again she spoke in that lyrical tongue, and the male replied. Now, however, several other males and a female joined him. All of them were covered by multicolored skin, fading through every shade of blue, green, and aqua in an effect that was really quite beautiful.
The female sea elf, who also rose from the water to sing, addressed Brigit and then the male. She was marvellously beautiful, with silvery hair that hung to the waterline in tight curls, concealing her breasts-but not the fact that she, like the male, seemed to be naked. Then she dove, her webbed feet popping out of the water just briefly. Alicia quickly lost sight of the perfectly camouflaged form as the sea elf disappeared into the dappled waters of the coral shallows.
"That's a little better," Brigit told them, still wary. "This one gave me her name-Trillhalla. She called the other one Palentor. She says that we're fortunate in where we've made landfall. The queen is in the Summer Palace, and that's not far from here. Also the names of Tristan and Robyn Kendrick are not unknown to her. Nor," she added quietly, "is Brigit Cu'Lyrran. Anyway, she'll send word of our arrival. She warns that we have to stay here until she returns."
"That'll be easy enough," Brandon growled, with a belligerent look at the male who had been the first to speak.
Alicia, meanwhile, looked at the sky. The sun had passed into the region of late afternoon, and the magnificent forests of Evermeet, gleaming in a rainbow of colors, glowed beneath it. The water was placid, except for the graceful disturbance caused by the array of elven archers. As she looked, it seemed to her that their numbers continued to swell.
Natural enough, she thought, if humans are unknown here. They've probably never seen a longship before either.
With that not exactly comforting thought, she settled down on the deck with the rest of the crew to await the return of Trillhalla.
"Have you failed me, worm?"
The question posed by Talos was an awkward one for the avatar Sinioth. He answered as deftly as he could.
"We have trailed the humans to their destination. They are far removed from the prisoner, and we have two thousand warriors screening the seas against their escape. Should they try to sail, we shall annihilate them!"
"Very well," rumbled the Destructor. "Even the mirror brings no image of them. I shall be patient-for now."
"Thank you, most merciful master!" pledged the avatar, thrashing his squid body through the depths in an ecstasy of groveling.
"But should you fail me in the end," continued Talos, "it will be more than the pathetic humans who face annihilation!"
13
A snarl prowled across Brandon's face as he climbed aboard the stricken Princess of Moonshae. He and Knaff had completed their inspection of the hull, scrambling about on the coral outcrop that now, at low tide, held the longship completely out of the water. The Corwellian bowmen and Keane had stood an alert guard, though they all knew that their presence was for show only. The sea around them was a vast expanse of bobbing heads and torsos. Tavish, in a quick count, concluded that more than a thousand sea elves had congregated by now.
"As I thought, she's splintered in a lot of places where she's not holed clean through." The captain's tone was sad, almost brokenhearted, but also fiercely proud. "No other ship would have survived!"
"Can you patch the hull?" asked Robyn.
"Maybe. Give me two weeks, plenty of tar and timber, a forge, and a bigger drydock than you could find in the Moonshaes, and I might be able to make her seaworthy again. But she'll never be the same Princess."