"I am not Gratyesha, " she said. "I am Vassliss, the merchant's daughter."
"You will remember, " he said. "In time, you will remember." There was such certainty, such obsessive power, in his voice that even Elric experienced a frisson of awe. "The things will be brought to you, and you may use this cabin as your own until we return to my palace on Fhaligarn. My lords . . ." He indicated that they should leave.
Elric said, "I'll not leave her, Saxif D'Aan. She is too afraid."
"She fears only the truth, brother."
"She fears you and your madness."
Saxif D'Aan shrugged insouciantly. "I shall leave first, then. If you would accompany me, my lords . . ." He strode from the cabin and they followed.
Elric said, over his shoulder, "Vassliss, you may depend upon my protection." And he closed the cabin doors behind him.
Earl Saxif D'Aan was standing upon the deck, exposing his noble face to the spray which was flung up by the ship as it moved with supernatural speed through the sea.
"You called me mad, Prince Elric? Yet you must be versed in sorcery, yourself."
"Of course. I am of the blood royal. I am reckoned knowledgeable in my own world."
"But here? How well does your sorcery work?"
"Poorly, I'll admit. The spaces between the planes seem greater."
"Exactly. But I have bridged them. I have time to learn how to bridge them."
"You are saying that you are more powerful than am I?"
"It is a fact, is it not?"
"It is. But I did not think we were about to indulge in sorcerous battles, Earl Saxif D'Aan."
"Of course. Yet, if you were to think of besting me by sorcery, you would think twice, eh?"
"I should be foolish to contemplate such a thing at all. It could cost me my soul. My life, at least."
"True. You are a realist, I see."
"I suppose so."
"Then we can progress on simpler lines, to settle the dispute between us."
"You propose a duel?" Elric was surprised.
Earl Saxif D'Aan's laughter was light. "Of course not- against your sword? That has power in all worlds, though the magnitude varies."
"I'm glad that you are aware of that, " Elric said significantly.
"Besides, " added Earl Saxif D'Aan, his golden robes rustling as he moved a little nearer to the rail, "you would not kill me-for only I have the means of your escaping this world."
"Perhaps we'd elect to remain, " said Elric.
"Then you would be my subjects. But, no-you would not like it here. I am selfexiled. I could not return to my own world now, even if I wished to do so. It has cost me much, my knowledge. But I would found a dynasty here, beneath the blue sun. I must have my wife, Prince Elric. I must have Gratyesha."
"Her name is Vassliss, " said Elric obstinately.
"She thinks it is."
"Then it is. I have sworn to protect her, as has Count Smiorgan. Protect her we shall. You will have to kill us all."
"Exactly, " said Earl Saxif D'Aan with the air of a man who has been coaching a poor student toward the correct answer to a problem, "Exactly. I shall have to kill you all. You leave me with little alternative, Prince Elric."
"Would that benefit you?"
"It would. It would put a certain powerful demon at my service for a few hours."
"We should resist."
"I have many men. I do not value them. Eventually, they would overwhelm you. Would they not?"
Elric remained silent.
"My men would be aided by sorcery, " added Saxif D'Aan. "Some would die, but not too many, I think."
Elric was looking beyond Saxif D'Aan, staring out to sea. He was sure that the horse still followed. He was sure that Saxif D'Aan knew, also.
"And if we gave up the girl?"
"I should open the Crimson Gate for you. You would be honored guests. I should see that you were borne safely through, even taken safely to some hospitable land in your own world, for even if you passed through the gate there would be danger. The storms."
Elric appeared to deliberate.
"You have only a little time to make your decision, Prince Elric. I had hoped to reach my palace, Fhaligarn, by now. I shall not allow you very much longer. Come, make your decision. You know I speak the truth."
"You know that I can work some sorcery in your world, do you not?"
"You summoned a few friendly elementals to your aid, I know. But at what cost? Would you challenge me directly?"
"It would be unwise of me, " said Elric.
Smiorgan was tugging at his sleeve. "Stop this useless talk. He knows that we have given our word to the girl and that we must fight him! "
Earl Saxif D'Aan sighed. There seemed to be genuine sorrow in his voice. "If you are determined to lose your lives..." he began.
"I should like to know why you set such importance upon the speed with which we make up our minds, " Elric said. "Why cannot we wait until we reach Fhaligarn?"
Earl Saxif D'Aan's expression was calculating, and again he looked full into Elric's crimson eyes. "I think you know, " he said, almost inaudibly.
But Elric shook his head. "I think you give me too much credit for intelligence."
"Perhaps."
Elric knew that Saxif D'Aan was attempting to read his thoughts; he deliberately blanked his mind, and suspected that he sensed frustration in the sorcerer's demeanor.
And then the albino had sprung at his kinsman, his hand chopping at Saxif D'Aan's throat. The earl was taken completely off guard. He tried to call out, but his vocal chords were numbed. Another blow, and he fell to the deck, senseless.
"Quickly, Smiorgan, " Elric shouted, and he had leaped into the rigging, climbing swiftly upward to the top yards. Smiorgan, bewildered, followed, and Elric had drawn his sword, even as he reached the crow's nest, driving upward through the rail so that the lookout was taken in the groin scarcely before he realized it.
Next, Elric was hacking at the ropes holding the mainsail to the yard. Already a number of Saxif D'Aan's ruffians were climbing after them.
The heavy golden sail came loose, falling to envelop the pirates and take several of them down with it.
Elric climbed into the crow's nest and pitched the dead man over the rail in the wake of his comrades. Then he had raised his sword over his head, holding it in his two hands, his eyes blank again, his head raised to the blue sun, and Smiorgan, clinging to the mast below, shuddered as he heard a peculiar crooning come from the albino's throat.
More of the cutthroats were ascending, and Smiorgan hacked at the rigging, having the satisfaction of seeing half a score go flying down to break their bones on the deck below, or be swallowed by the waves.
Earl Saxif D'Aan was beginning to recover, but he was still stunned.
"Fool! " he was crying. "Fool! " But it was not possible to tell if he referred to Elric or to himself.
Elric's voice became a wail, rhythmical and chilling, as he chanted his incantation, and the strength from the man he had killed flowed into him and sustained him. His crimson eyes seemed to flicker with fires of another, nameless color, and his whole body shook as the strange runes shaped themselves in a throat which had never been made to speak such sounds.
His voice became a vibrant groan as the incantation continued, and Smiorgan, watching as more of the crew made efforts to climb the mainmast, felt an unearthly coldness creep through him.
Earl Saxif D'Aan screamed from below:
"You would not dare! "
The sorcerer began to make passes in the air, his own incantation tumbling from his lips, and Smiorgan gasped as a creature made of smoke took shape only a few feet below him. The creature smacked its lips and grinned and stretched a paw, which became flesh even as it moved, toward Smiorgan. He hacked at the paw with his sword, whimpering.
"Elric! " cried Count Smiorgan, clambering higher so that he grasped the rail of the crow's nest. "Elric! He sends demons against us now! "