All of it had added up to the certainty that Vurgrom had an assignment in the area that he hadn't yet finished. Now, perhaps the time had come. Though they'd seen the pirate captain with sahuagin one other time, they'd never seen him act so contrite.
"That sahuagin he talked to must have been Iakhovas," Azla said.
"That was no sahuagin," Sabyna said. "Vurgrom talked to a man. Very tall, with a beard and dark hair."
"I saw no men there other than Vurgrom and his pirates. You must mean the elf woman."
"No," Sabyna said deliberately. "I saw what I saw."
"They say the Taker is very powerful," Azla replied after a moment. "Perhaps one of the guises we saw was only an illusion."
"Perhaps both were."
During their travels, they'd added to the lore they'd heard about the Taker. They'd also learned about the war going on under the waves they sailed upon. Several times they'd sailed through small islands of dead morkoth, ixitx-achitl, mermen, sahuagin, and koalinth being savaged by birds, crabs, and fish.
"We've seen enough," Azla declared. "If we're to keep up with them, we need to get to shore ourselves."
"Go on," Sabyna said. "I'll follow you down after you reach the deck."
She waited, clinging to the rigging as Azure Dagger heeled over repeatedly at the end of her tether. When slack returned to the rigging, she knew Azla had reached the deck. The ship's mage clambered down easily but paid more attention than normal to her efforts.
Once on the deck, she went forward, one arm before her and walking slowly so she wouldn't run into an unwary crewman. She ascended the steps leading to the forecastle and called, "Glawinn?"
"Here, lady."
Judging where the paladin was from the sound of his voice, Sabyna went over to the railing. "You've seen?"
"Yes. Captain Azla and I were just discussing when we should attempt moving the ship. Or whether we should just try swimming for the shore."
"We have the small boat," Azla said from nearby, "but there is the risk that well be seen once we leave the spell Arthoris has around the ship."
"We should wait," Sabyna said. "Vurgrom is moving a lot of supplies. He isn't planning on living off the land. I think hell be easy enough to find."
"Then we wait till after dark and pick up his trail?" Azla asked.
"Yes," Glawinn said. "He won't get so far ahead of us that we can't catch him soon enough. If he's stocking supplies, what he is going to do isn't going to happen too soon."
"Ill see to our own supplies," Azla stated. "We're going in stripped down. I want to be able to move quickly if the need arises."
"Agreed," Glawinn said.
Sabyna listened to the half-elfs footsteps recede from the railing.
"Lady?" the paladin asked.
"Aye."
"You're quiet."
"I'm thinking."
"About the young warrior?"
Sabyna hesitated. Upon occasion she and the paladin had talked of Jherek, but those talks had never brought much in the way of satisfaction. She couldn't help thinking that he might be dead and she'd never know, but the feeling Glawinn had told her would come if that were so never did.
"Do you still feel him close to you?" Glawinn asked.
"Not now, but earlier this morning. I could have sworn I heard him say my name on the wind again. It was foolishness, brought on by too much anxiety and too little sleep."
"And, mayhap, love?"
She hesitated. I don't know anymore, Glawinn. The way I feel has changed."
"Don't you still miss him?"
"Aye, but not like I did.'7
That's a good thing, though, lady. There's only so much pain a heart can bear."
"I don't know. Not missing him so much scares me."
"Why?"
She smiled at herself, then realized Glawinn couldn't see the expression. "When I was younger, just coming into my teens, I fell in love with one of the sailors on a ship my father worked on. He was seven or eight years older than I was, and he was so beautiful. I wanted him so badly to love me-to just notice me-but I was Ship's Mage Truesail's daughter, and the crew knew to leave me alone. My father was very protective then."
"So this love went unrequited?"
"Not entirely. I followed him around like a guppy staying with its school. He couldn't ignore me, but he didn't say anything. My mother noticed. She talked to my father. My mother is the only one who has the ability to convince my father to change his mind. She persuaded him to let me eat eveningfeast with the sailor."
"Did the sailor live up to your expectations, lady?"
Sabyna laughed at the memory, but there was a bit of sadness in the effort as well. '"No. It was horrible. We sat there at that little table across from each other and had absolutely nothing to talk about." She laughed again. "Well, I had nothing to talk about. All he did was talk about the things he'd done, the women he'd seen, and how he'd be captain of a Waterdhavian Watch warship someday.
"That was an infatuation, Glawinn. How am I to know this isn't?"
"I know love when I see it, lady."
She suddenly wished she could see the warrior's face. "How do you know it's love?" she asked.
"Close your eyes, lady, and imagine his face in your mind."
Sabyna pictured Jherek in her mind, as she'd first seen him aboard Breezerunner, then again as he'd fought for her when Vurgrom kidnapped them in Baldur's Gate. All the memories she had of him, of the way his chest had felt beneath her fingers, the way his lips had felt and tasted against hers, tumbled through her mind.
She seemed to see him again. His light brown hair twisted in the wind and a green-blue sea spread out behind him. White sailcloth fluttered overhead. There was a cut on his face, running vertically over his right cheekbone, half-healed and slightly red from inflammation.
Jherek?
Aye, lady. His lips moved, as though he spoke, but she couldn't understand any of his words.
Sabyna's heart swelled within her breast and ached so fiercely she thought she'd die. Then the connection blurred for a moment.
Come to me! she called.
He spoke again, smiling through the sadness in his pale gray eyes. She couldn't hear him this time either, but she read his lips. As you wish.
Opening her eyes, Sabyna remained somewhat confused. She couldn't see her own hands in front of her body due to the invisibility spell.
"Lady?" Glawinn asked.
"I'm all right."
"I called for you but you didn't answer."
"It was like I could talk to him, Glawinn," Sabyna said. "He felt closer than he'd been those times before."
"Maybe he is."
"I don't know whether to wish that was so or not."
"Why?"
"I hate not knowing if he's all right," Sabyna answered honestly, "and I don't like missing him-but we're so uncomfortable around each other."
"I know."
"I just don't see that changing."
"It won't," Glawinn said after a short time. "Not until the young warrior himself changes. But tell me, lady, when you imagined him, how did it feel?"
Sabyna thought about her answer. There were so many things she could say. "I like thinking about him."
"Then accept that as it is for now, lady."
"It's not that easy."
"No."
Sudden irritation at the paladin dawned in Sabyna, and her mind seized on something he'd said. "How did you know about my brother? I never mentioned it to you."
"Jherek told me," Glawinn said.
"Why?"
The silence drew out between them and Sabyna wished she could see the man's face.
"I would rather the young warrior tell you that."