by Mel Odom
“He would have talked them into killing us,” Baylee replied. “And we would have killed more of them than the one whose life I took.”
“Agreed. But we will be vulnerable to attack while we descend to the lifeboat.”
Not entirely, Xuxa put in. I can watch.
The lifeboat was lowered over the side. “Go first,” Cthulad invited.
“In a moment.” Baylee drew the snap-together composite bow from its waterproof quiver and assembled it smoothly, locking the sections into place. He took up four of the heavy flight arrows, nocking one of them into place while he held the other three in his fist, and stepped over the side. The lifeboat was less than eight feet below and maybe three feet out. He landed in it, crouching to regain his balance, and managed to remain standing. The bow stayed at the ready. “Come on down.”
Cthulad turned and clambered over the side, stepping down quickly into the lifeboat.
One of the pirates heaved an oil lantern toward the lifeboat, hoping the drench the occupants with flaming liquid.
Baylee loosed the shaft he held in his fingers, punching the heavy war arrow through the man’s chest. Another man started raking at his face, coming away bloodied. Xuxa was a leathery whisper of movement just above him a moment later.
The oil from the lantern spread across the ocean’s surface and caught fire. The flames twisted and licked at the lifeboat. Cthulad grabbed the oars and started rowing them away from the cog as well as the flames.
Only two other attacks were made on the lifeboat. Baylee put a shaft through the eye of an archer, and Xuxa ripped the face of another. Then Uziraff’s voice split the night air, calling the pirates into order. Windchaser’s sails filled and she pulled away.
Baylee took the bow apart and put it back into the waterproof quiver. He knelt down and checked the stores under the bench seat in the prow. The dive into the ocean, despite the potion, had taxed his reserves. With wet clothing draping his body, he felt the chill of the night air.
“You’re quite good with the bow,” Cthulad said, putting the oars to rest.
“When I have to be,” Baylee agreed. He found a water flask as well as a wine flask, and a pouch with foodstuffs. For the moment he ignored the food, offering the wine to the old ranger. “I’ve found fighting gets in the way of discovering.”
“But sometimes you can’t have one without the other.” Cthulad hoisted the wine flask in a salute. “To the times of exploration without fighting.”
Baylee drank to that. In spite of the situation, he couldn’t help grinning.
“Why are you so amused?” Cthulad asked.
Because, Xuxa said, he found the ship.
“Yet we’re stranded out to sea, Tyr alone knows how far from any coast.”
“No more than seven or eight miles, actually,” Baylee replied. “The ship was only two hundred feet or so down. I studied nautical charts on the trip out here. The coastal plains don’t drop off sharply into the ocean bed for another three miles or so. We need to head west and south to get to shore. Chalice of the Crowns would not have sailed to the south of Mintarn to reach Evermeet; they would have gone north.” He gestured toward the sky. “We have a clear night, so it should be no problem to steer in the right direction.”
Baylee freed the small mast laying in the bottom of the lifeboat and pushed it into the locks designed for it. When it snapped into place, he pulled the mast rigging into place with Cthulad’s help.
“We’re lucky they didn’t kill us,” the old ranger declared. “Or did you think that Uziraff would play fairly with you?”
“Never once,” Baylee said.
“Then why deal with him at all?”
“Because he had the location of the wreck.”
“And you knew he had that magical map,” Cthulad said.
Baylee moved the sail into position, then dropped the small tiller into the water. “I had heard about it, and I saw it once. I was sure it was what it turned out to be.”
“So he used you to verify the veracity of the ship,” the old ranger said.
“And I used him and his mystical map to locate the shipwreck much more quickly than dredging the ocean bottom for miles. There have been others who were looking for that ship.” In terse sentences, Baylee revealed what had happened below the ocean’s surface, leaving out the books he’d salvaged. “If I had not used Uziraff to confirm the shipwreck’s existence in this area so quickly, the people who killed Golsway might have already claimed the prize. There could have been nothing down there to find.”
“Well, it was a masterful plan, lad,” Cthulad said, relaxing against the thwart. “But Uziraff has taken off with the treasure.”
“Only for a while,” Baylee said, adjusting the sail and looking up at Xuxa hanging upside down from the rigging. “How long do you think it will be before Cordyan Tsald and the Waterdhavian Watch unit arrives?”
Cthulad’s sharp eyes regarded Baylee in a new light. “You knew about that as well?”
“While you were at the weaponsmith’s in Caer Callidyrr?” Baylee nodded. “We had plenty of time to get the things I needed from the apothecary and visit the weaponsmith. Security dictated that we remain together. That would have been one of the firmest principles you would operate by. Yet you split us up. That left the only reason for that behavior as your need to be alone. And why else would you need to be alone?”
“To bring along the manpower we needed to see this through,” Cthulad said agreeably.
“I left word back in Waterdeep that would have set them on our trail,” Baylee admitted. “And I asked the apothecary to get word to them as well as whomever you charged with that.”
Understanding dawned in Cthulad’s eyes. “You wanted them to draw attention away from you,” Cthulad said.
Baylee grinned. “If someone with the ability to scry far distances was searching for me, for this shipwreck, it only made sense to give them a more logical target to search. Would you spend your time searching for a merchant ship, or for a contingent of Waterdhavian Watch?”
“So you never intended to find the shipwreck on your own?”
“Oh, I fully intended to find the shipwreck on my own. And I planned on Uziraff double-crossing us. By the way, how well do you think Uziraff would have gone along with us if Junior Civilar Tsald and Calebaan had been there?”
“By having just the two of us—”
Three, Xuxa put in. Yes, by having only the three of us, Baylee allowed Uziraff to feel confident enough that he was thinking about greed and not survival. That way, he brought us to the site of the shipwreck.
“A masterful plan,” Cthulad said in obvious delight. “Though it irks me that I played a part without knowing it.”
“If you had known,” Baylee pointed out, “you would have done the same thing. Only perhaps not as convincingly.” He hung the lighted lantern he’d used below the ocean from a piece of rope, then ran it to the top of the ten-foot mast. Yellow light belled out around it.
“It appears that you planned for everything.”
“Not everything,” Baylee disagreed. “The whales. I never planned for the whales.”
Krystarn followed Shallowsoul at a dead run. The lich ignored her, fleeing through the library stacks. After a time, he came to a door set in a wall black as anthracite. He waved an intricate gesture at it and said a word of power. A lock clicked.
He stepped through the entrance and Krystarn trailed him, catching the door before it could close.
The room on the other side of the door was a huge cavern with fiery pink walls that met in the rounded shape of a horseshoe nearly ninety feet in height A huge pool of water three times that height in length eddied in the center of the room.
Shallowsoul stood at the water’s edge and made gestures too quickly for the drow to follow. A moment later, a giant whale surfaced in the pool. At least, it partially surfaced, because it easily exceeded the nearly three hundred feet of space left open in the pool. Water spumed from its blowhole.
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br /> Then it opened its mouth, disgorging bits of broken ship in the shallows and on the bank. When it was finished, it sank into the pool again and another took its place.
Krystarn counted eight whales all together. The piles in the shallows grew, containing silt and broken bits of ship, rotted sailcloth, rigging, and the unmistakable gleam of gold and silver.
Shallowsoul gestured toward the pile. Immediately, objects pulled themselves free of the mud and floated in the air. “Leave now,” the lich commanded her.
The drow barely had time to acknowledge the dimensional door that opened beside her, then she was shoved through by a strong gust of wind. She landed in a heap on the stone floor on the other side of the wall in the hallway.
As she pushed herself to her feet, she cursed what little remained of the lich’s soul. She glanced up at the drow warriors awaiting her and found that none of them looked at her. It was good that they chose to not see her ignominious arrival because she could not have spared any more of them. However, Chomack’s hobgoblin army remained available once she found a way to open the dimensional door.
She returned to her quarters without a word, followed by the drow warriors. Inside her room, she took out the crystal ball Shallowsoul had forgotten about. She held it in her palm and concentrated on the lich.
The image in the crystal came slowly, but finally opened on the lich. Shallowsoul was still in the huge pink cavern. Objects danced before him, inscribing abbreviated orbits before aligning themselves.
Krystarn wished she dared to watch the lich longer, but the crystal ball had to remain her trump card. Evidently it was only a tool to Shallowsoul, not a prized possession. And now the lich apparently had what he wanted.
It remained to the drow elf to achieve her own just deserts. She turned her thoughts to the ranger, Baylee Arnvold, and sought to find him.
“There!”
Baylee stood in the lifeboat and gazed in the direction Cthulad pointed. In the distance, sailing through the shimmering fog that lifted from the Sea of Swords, a cog swelled into view. “At least it’s someone,” the ranger said.
I can fly on ahead to find out, Xuxa offered.
Yes, Baylee agreed. But be careful.
The azmyth bat dropped from the rigging, then flew low over the smooth sea.
Baylee watched her go with some trepidation. He guessed that Uziraff wouldn’t hesitate about leaving the area, but there was a possibility the pirate captain might have decided to return to kill them.
It was an hour or so before dawn, the sky just beginning to lighten in the east, slate gray clouds speared through by pink threads of the rising sun. The northern wind brought a warmer breeze that fought the chill of the sea that soaked up into them.
“The flag at the back,” Cthulad said, peering through a collapsible spyglass he retrieved from his kit, “is Waterdhavian.”
Baylee’s heart lifted at that. He and Cthulad had shared watch during the night, both of them wisely taking what sleep they could against the morning’s activities. But he was anxious to get back on the trail again.
It is Cordyan Tsald, Xuxa announced when she returned.
Sitting back in the bow, Baylee altered his course for the cog. A few minutes later, he and Cthulad scrambled up the rope ladder sailors above cast down.
Cordyan met Baylee at the top of the railing. “You and I,” she stated clearly and distinctly, “are going to have a long talk. And you’re going to have to be very convincing to keep me from throwing you into chains.” Her anger was unquestionable.
Unable to contain his excitement once he had a ship under his feet again, Baylee said, “We need to go talk to the captain.”
“Why?” Cordyan demanded. His behavior evidently caught her off guard, because she was a half-step late in catching up to him as he started for the steering section.
“To set a new course,” Baylee replied. He ran up the steps leading to the steering section.
“What new course?”
“An attempt to overtake Uziraff,” Baylee answered.
Baylee told the story over a plentiful morningfeast from the ship’s galley. Fresh fruits and cooked meats that hadn’t yet had to be heavily salted festooned the plates. The ranger took his meal at a table set up on the prow deck of the ship. Tsunami Dancer cleaved the water cleanly, racing for Mintarn.
Cthulad and Xuxa also chimed in. The watch lieutenant and wizard sat in silence, absorbing as much of the story as they could.
“This was an elven ship from Myth Drannor?” Calebaan asked in disbelief at one point. “You can prove this?”
“She was called Chalice of the Crowns,” Baylee answered. “Charged with transporting one of the great libraries near Myth Drannor to Evermeet.”
“I’ve never heard of such a ship,” Calebaan said, “and I’ve studied much of Myth Drannor.”
“She was headed up by Gyynyth Skyreach,” Baylee went on.
Calebaan shook his head. “Another name I’ve not heard of.”
“Skyreach was the granddaughter of Faimcir Glitterwing.”
Calebaan leaned forward, obviously interested. “Ah, now that name I’ve heard of. She was in charge of this vessel?”
“I found her logbook.”
“Intact?”
Baylee nodded. He intended to tell them everything before it was over. But not at the moment. At the moment, he wanted to find Uziraff.
Four hours later, they found what remained of Windchaser. The boat was a battered hulk listing in the water. Her sails and rigging rose and fell lifelessly on the ocean surface.
Baylee recognized the stress fractures running through the cog’s mast and sides. The whales had returned to finish what they had started.
The captain of Tsunami Dancer put the ship to anchor cautiously, and had men up in the crow’s nest to keep lookout. They organized a search for any survivors, but only found dead men in the swirled tangle of broken planking.
Baylee used the second potion he’d bought from the apothecary to search the ocean floor one hundred sixty feet below. He only found three dead men caught in the knotted length of the anchor line.
None of the treasure remained.
“What do we do now?” Cordyan asked as he climbed back aboard Tsunami Dancer. “The trail apparently ends here.”
Baylee shook the water out of his eyes. “It doesn’t,” he said. “We’ll pick it up again in Candlekeep.”
“How do you figure that?” Calebaan asked.
Baylee took out the special bag from his bag of holding. “Uziraff didn’t know about this,” he said grimly. He took out a piece of paper from his journal and scribbled a hasty note on it. He put the note into the bag, then closed it. When he opened it, the bag was empty.
“Where did it go?” Cordyan asked.
“Candlekeep?” Calebaan asked.
Baylee nodded. “I’ve got a friend at Candlekeep. Innesdav, an acolyte there, gave me this bag when I was still a teen traveling with Golsway. He took the time during one of my visits there to read some of the journals Golsway had instructed me to fill at certain sites I’d had interests in. Innesdav liked my writing, told me I had a keen eye for putting information down on paper in a way that allowed people to sense it for themselves. He said the bag was a gift, and that I should use it to send him my journals as I filled them, or special papers that I wanted him to see.” He looked out at the stricken ship. “Uziraff didn’t know about the logbook.”
“And now the logbook’s at Candlekeep?” Cthulad asked.
Baylee nodded. “Unless something went very wrong.”
“Do you know what’s in it?” Calebaan asked.
“Maps,” the ranger replied. “It looked like Skyreach had written down the location of the lost library of Faimcir Glitterwing in her notes, but I didn’t have time to study it further.”
“Then your treasure chase is still on,” Cordyan said.
Baylee nodded. “As soon as I get to Candlekeep. I’m not going to let it slip away. Golsway gave
his life to get this far.”
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“Awe-inspiring, isn’t it?” Baylee asked. He stood in the prow of Tsunami Dancer days later, looking up at the rocky volcanic crag where the citadel sat. Candlekeep boasted many towers that stabbed straight up at the blue sky.
“Yes,” Cordyan answered. “I’ve only heard stories about it. I’ve never actually seen it before.”
“Well, today you’ll get a closer view of it,” Baylee said, “than most everyone on Faerûn. Provided Innesdav got my note.” He peered at the dock at the bottom of the crag. The rock was volcanic and black, reaching down into the green of the Sea of Swords. It made it harder to see the group of acolytes gathered near the small docks in their black robes.
Calebaan came up beside them, clinging to the rigging as the ship sailed through the choppy water of the tiny harbor. “I’ve only been here once myself, and it was an experience I’ll never forget.”
Xuxa dropped from the rigging above and took wing, speeding across the water. Innesdav is there, she cried joyfully.
Minutes later, Tsunami Dancer put into the harbor. The black robed acolytes tied the ship to the mooring anchors while the sailors unlimbered the boarding platform. It thumped solidly onto the dock.
“Baylee,” one of the acolytes yelled from the crowd, “it is good to see you again.”
The ranger’s heart sped up as he spotted his old friend. He bounded down the boarding platform and seized the man by the upper arms. Innesdav returned the grip, the old man’s strength still surprisingly strong. “And it is good to see you again, old friend,” Baylee said.
“I thought perhaps you would be here yesterday.”
“Blame the wind,” the ranger said, feeling of higher spirits than he had since finding out about Golsway’s death.
Innesdav was a half-head taller than Baylee, but thin as a post, almost looking like a scarecrow instead of a man. He pushed his cowl back, a smile on his wrinkled face. “It has been so long, young warrior.”
“The years pass so fleetingly,” Baylee agreed. Besides Golsway, Innesdav was the other important figure in the ranger’s life. Where the old mage had been a stern disciplinarian, Innesdav had been the doting uncle, always there with a gift or a piece of candy when Golsway wasn’t looking. And in those years when Golsway was most active at Candlekeep, Innesdav had provided a vast tutelage of his own, bringing to Baylee’s attention fantastic stories told just for the sheer wonder and amazement of it.
