D'Averc lay down nearby and rolled over onto his back. From within his tattered jerkin he drew a tightly wadded piece of parchment, the map that Zhenak-Teng had given him shortly before they retired the night before.
D'Averc opened the parchment and studied it. It showed the plain in considerable detail, marked the various Kampps of Zhenak-Teng's people and what appeared to be the hunting trails of the Charki. Against most of the sites of the underground dwellings were crosses, presumably showing which the Charki had destroyed.
He pointed to a spot near the corner of the map.
"Here," he said. "Here's the forest-and just to the north here is marked a river-the Sayou. This arrow points south to Narleen. From what I can gather, the river will lead us to the city."
Hawkmoon nodded. "Then let's head for the river when we're recovered. The sooner we reach Narleen, the better-for there at least we may discover where we are in space and time. It was unlucky that the Charki should have attacked when they did. By questioning Zhenak-Teng longer, we might have been able to learn from him where we were."
They slept in the peace of the forest for an hour or more, then rose up, adjusted their worn gear and ragged clothes, and set off towards the north and the river.
As they progressed, the undergrowth grew thicker and the trees more dense, and the hills on which the trees clung became steeper, so that by evening they were weary and in ill-temper, barely speaking to one another.
Hawkmoon sorted through the few objects in the purse on his belt, found a tinder box of ornate design.
They walked on for another half-hour until they came to a stream that fed a pool set between high banks on three sides. Beside this was a small clearing and Hawkmoon said: "We'll spend the night here, D'Averc, for I cannot continue any longer."
D'Averc nodded and flung himself down beside the pool, drinking greedily the clear water. "It looks deep," he said, rising and wiping his lips.
Hawkmoon was building a fire and did not reply.
Soon he had a good blaze going.
"We should, perhaps, hunt for game," D'Averc said lazily. "I am becoming hungry. Do you know anything of forest lore, Hawkmoon?"
"Some," said Hawkmoon, "but I am not hungry, D'Averc."
And with that he lay down and went to sleep.
It was night, it was cold, and Hawkmoon was suddenly awakened by a terrified yell from Ms friend.
He was up instantly, staring in the direction D'Averc pointed, sword leaping from his scabbard. He gasped in horror at what he saw.
Rising from the waters of the pool, water rushing from its huge sides, was a reptilian creature with blazing eyes and scales as black as the night. Only its mouth, which now gaped wide, contained the whiteness of pointed teeth. With a great slopping sound it was heaving itself through the water toward them.
Hawkmoon staggered back, feeling dwarfed by the monster. Its head darted down and forward, its jaws snapping inches from his face, its loathsome breath almost asphyxiating him.
"Run, Hawkmoon, run!" yelled D'Averc, and together they began to stumble back into the woods.
But the creature was out of the water now and giving chase. From its throat came a terrible croaking noise that seemed to fill the forest. Hawkmoon and D'Averc clutched at one another's hands to keep together as they stumbled through the undergrowth, almost blind in the blackness of the night.
Again the croaking noise and this tune a long, soft tongue whistled like a whip through the air and encircled D'Averc's waist.
D'Averc screamed. He slashed at the tongue with his blade. Hawkmoon yelled and sprang forward, stabbing out at the black thing with all his might, while hanging to D'Averc's hand and holding his ground as best he could.
Inexorably, the tongue drew them towards the gaping mouth of the water-beast. Hawkmoon could see that it was hopeless to try to save D'Averc in this way.
He let go of D'Averc's hand and leapt to one side, slashing at the thick, black tongue.
Then he took his sword in both hands, raised it above his head and chopped down with all his strength.
The beast croaked again and the ground shook, but the tongue parted slowly and foul blood gushed from it. Then there came a hideous cry and the trees began to part and snap as the water-thing lumbered at them.
Hawkmoon grabbed D'Averc and hauled him to his feet, pushing aside the sticky flesh of the severed tongue.
"Thanks," D'Averc panted as they ran. "I'm beginning to dislike this land, Hawkmoon-it seems more full of perils than our own!"
Crunching and croaking and crying out with insensate rage, the thing from the pool pursued them.
"It's nearly on us again!" shouted Hawkmoon. "We can't escape it!"
They turned, peering through the blackness. All they could see now were the two blazing black eyes of the creature. Hawkmoon hefted his sword in his hand, getting its balance. "There's only one chance," he called, and flung his sword straight at the malevolent orbs.
There was another croaking scream and a great threshing sound amongst the trees, then the blazing orbs disappeared and they heard the beast crashing away, back to the pool.
Hawkmoon gasped with relief. "I didn't kill it, but it doubtless decided we were not the easy prey it originally took us for. Come, D'Averc, let's get to that river as soon as we can. I want to leave this forest behind!"
"And what makes you think the river is any less perilous?" D'Averc asked him sardonically as they began to move through the forest again, taking their direction from the side of the trees on which moss grew.
Two days later they broke out of the forest and stood on the sides of a hill that went steeply down to a valley through which a broad river flowed. It was without doubt the River Sayou.
They were covered in filth, unshaven, their clothes ragged to the point of disintegration. Hawkmoon had only a dagger for a weapon, and D'Averc, at last rid of his torn jerkin, was naked to the waist.
They ran down the hill, stumbling over roots, struck by branches, careless of any discomfort in their haste to reach the river.
Where the river would take them, they knew not.
They wished only to leave the forest and its dangers.
Though they had encountered nothing as dreadful as the creature from the pool, they had seen other monsters from a distance, discovered the spoor of more.
They flung themselves into the water and began to wash the mud and filth from their bodies, grinning at one another.
"Ah, sweet water!" exclaimed D'Averc. "You lead to towns and cities and civilisation. I care not what that civilisation offers us-it will be more familiar and even more welcome than the worst this dirty natural place presents to us!"
Hawkmoon smiled, not entirely sharing D'Averc's sentiments, but understanding his feelings.
"We'll build a raft," he said. "We're lucky that the current flows south. All we need do, D'Averc, is let the current bear us to our goal!"
"And you can fish, Hawkmoon-get us tasty meals.
I'm not used to the simple fare we've lived on the past two days-berries and roots, ugh!"
"I'll teach you how to fish, too, D'Averc. The experience might be useful to you if you find yourself in a similar situation in the future!" And Hawkmoon laughed, slapping his friend on the back.
Chapter Four
VALJON OF STARVEL
FOUR DAYS LATER the raft had borne them many miles down the great river. Forests no longer lined the banks, but instead there were gentle hills and seas of wild corn on both sides of them.
Hawkmoon and D'Averc lived off the fat fish they caught in the river, together with corn and fruit found on the banks, and they became more relaxed as the raft drifted on toward Narleen.