The Devil Take You

By Dale B Mattheis

THE DEVIL TAKE YOU
Book Three

In Volume II, SONGS OF DEEP GREEN, Jeff and Carl trek to the west coast of Arvalia and sail for Zomar in search of allies. There, deep in the ocean, they meet La’ani and Fiala of the Pelohahani. The desire to linger in the tropics is strong, but their mission is urgent. Sailing to Zomar, they become embroiled in a web of intrigue and civil war. Fighting for their lives, the men risk everything.
Volume III
Surviving a near death experience in Zomar, Jeff and Carl set sail on their way to Hochberg with new allies and new hope.
On the way they stop at Tonupu to meet with the Pelohahani Chieftan and council. The mood is somber for there are partings, and shortly before they are to sail the great wolf Balko is pursued by a pack of large saurians. Although terrified of the dinosaurs, the men charge into a night-long battle to save their companion.
Jeff works the Gilnora hard on the way north to Hochberg, for he has a strong sense that something is very wrong with his wife, Zimma. He also wonders how she will react to the women on board. Zimma has a volcanic temper.
The way to Hochberg is dogged by a Morlock, the deadliest predator in the ocean. Then, one gray morning following a storm, the Morlock attacks when least expected. A battle to the death ensues, leaving the Gilnora little better than a drifting derelict.
Limping into Hochberg, they are met at the pier by Helwin and Zimma. Zimma is furious with Jeff when she sees one of the women, explodes into fury, shatters a basic tenet of marriage on Aketti, and as a result nearly dies. Determined to be with Zimma, Jeff visits the home she is recovering in. There, with darkness settling, he encounters such death and evil that all living things in the area suffer, wither and die. A servant of Lucifer has come to take Zimma. Gareth and Carl arrive to assist Jeff but all three are not enough to win through.
There is much more to this story of extreme adventure, devoted love and the undending battle against profound evil. Enjoy the full details of their adventures, some of which have not been mentioned even in passing due to a lack of space.
This is a story that will not let you go, but will draw you deep into the intrigues and battles of Zomar, the jungles of Tonupu, and the oceans of Aketti. This story represents adventure at its best.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dale B Mattheis
• Release date: Mar 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301894857

Dale B Mattheis

Submarine medical officer, general physician, psychiatrist, sailor, master bread baker and wanderer – Dale B, Mattheis has seen a lot, learned a lot, and eventually was moved to capture some of those insights in the science-fiction series, The Alarai Chronicles. Exile to the Stars and books that follow in this series resulted after five years of writing, editing, and learning the trade. Each book is packed with adventure, exploration, and amazing new vistas that challenge the will to survive. The author understands what physical and psychological survival.

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CHAPTER ONE

Risk Taking

All was quiet along the Al Harad waterfront. Even drunks and simple thugs had called it a night. A mounted patrol moved from pier to pier, checking warehouses and businesses. No sign of trouble. It had been a boring patrol, but was almost over. Thoughts of a warm bed, or a favored lady’s bed, entered many a trooper’s mind.

Out in the harbor, surface fog undulated in restless coils first exposing then shrouding the twenty or so ships aimlessly wandering around their anchor chains at the whim of the current and an erratic shore breeze. Overhead, the larger moon was starting its slide toward the horizon. Although waning, moonlight cast patterns of shadow along the waterfront, washing out light from the occasional street lamp that had not been extinguished.

Not far from shore, a rowboat materialized at the edge of a fog bank. Two sets of oars dipped down silently and picked up a quick rhythm, urging the rowboat into the shadow of a nearby pier. The boat ground against a piling and came to a halt.

A man, or so it would seem in the moonlight, clambered up a ladder and moved swiftly down the pier into deeper shadow by a warehouse. Satisfied that all was quiet and no one about, he let out a low whistle. With a faint booming rumble, an unlighted carriage pulled by six horses appeared from behind a second warehouse. The carriage’s driver pulled the team to a halt near the man, who grabbed the halter of one of the lead horses.

A lithe form leaped from the seat of the carriage to the pier, landed in a crouch like a cat, and hurried to the same ladder. Long hair gleamed black chrome in the moonlight, and a certain grace suggested the figure belonged to a woman. Going to her knees, she whispered urgently, Quickly now! We must hurry before the guard returns!

One by one, four people clambered onto the pier and moved toward the carriage. Two of the four might have been unusually tall, but walked stooped over and were swathed in so much clothing that it was impossible to conclude anything about them. Of those remaining, one was short and, from her wide hips, clearly female. The other, a male, seemed unconcerned about disguising his height. In fact, he sauntered along as if out for an evening walk.

Carl, will you please hurry? The black-haired woman said in a frustrated stage whisper.

Bundling them into the carriage with the help of someone inside, she vaulted into the driver’s seat, gestured for the man holding the lead horse to join her, and turned the team toward the street. Once off the pier she urged the horses away from the waterfront at a trot. Several blocks later they encountered a steep hill and she let the team drop back to a walk. Graceful switchbacks carved a path through trees and past dark homes. The driver visibly relaxed as minutes passed and they encountered no traffic.

All went as planned?

They were eager to come, Raiella, but apprehensive.

And well they might be anxious. They simply cannot be exposed to discovery until we are ready.

No. If discovered tonight we will immediately turn back to the waterfront and set them free for a return to Tonupu. Regardless of who stands in the way.

Yes, as we decided, and regardless of our own safety.

They cannot be taken captive.

And will not be, lover. The two were silent for a period before Raiella said, Hari will be able to get the boat back to the ship safely?

Yes. The fog is light, and the jolly boat may be handled by one person.

At a fork in the road they turned left and continued on still surrounded by homes set into the hill. Although larger than those lower down, they were stepped one above the other with little room between. Shortly the road skirted a large plaza covered with shuttered stalls and booths. Once past the main bazaar the carriage entered wooded terrain that was thickly grown, leaving only a ghostly-silver ribbon of road to follow. Well into the woods, the woman turned the team off the road and to a halt in thick foliage.

The horses must rest. Now for other matters.

Looping the reins around the brake lever, she turned, pulled the man into her arms, and kissed him with intense passion. An urgent whisper issued from the carriage window.

What's up, Jeffrey? Why have we stopped?

Reluctantly pulling away, the man took several breaths before he could whisper back, Just resting the horses, Carl. No trouble in sight.

Yeah, I'll bet just resting the horses! You two cut it out, and let's get moving!

The woman tried to smother a giggle, but didn't succeed.

Truly, we are resting the horses. We will continue very shortly.

A disbelieving snort was her only reply. Shortly they had returned to the road. One moment the way was clear, the next they were surrounded by shadowy figures on horseback.

Halt. Identify yourself and state your business.

A night lantern was suddenly uncovered, revealing a ring of about ten guardsmen.

My lady Raiella! Is all as it should be? It is quite late and your carriage shows no lights.

All is well, Lieutenant. My colleagues and I are on a most sensitive mission for the Kufram and Clan Leader Tendaki. It is imperative that we quickly gain access to the Citadel without raising undue questions. Will you provide escort?

The lieutenant's face worked with indecision. He had a strong survival instinct that suggested this affair could blow either way. Still, she undoubtedly was Tendaki’s daughter.

I cannot, Milady, but will assign three of my men to your service.

Jeff Friedrick and Raiella exchanged a relieved glance. Near the top of the hill they emerged into the open. Although the moon had set, they could sense the massive walls of the Citadel looming far above them dark and foreboding. Blocking starlight from a large portion of the sky, the wall was pierced by a single gate. After a brief exchange with guards detailed to gate duty, one portal briefly opened and the carriage rumbled through a long tunnel into the Citadel's central plaza.

Another brief interchange with a foot patrol, and the carriage pulled into the enveloping darkness of a stable. Shortly, several lanterns had been lighted.

I will waken the stable hands so that the horses may be seen to, Jeffrey, but instruct them to wait until we are gone. She disappeared around a corner.

Jeff climbed down and opened the carriage door.

Come. We must hurry.

Seeming to unfold his tall frame in sections, Carl Jorgenson stepped out and handed down the four remaining passengers. The first was quite short and danced around the stable with excitement. Carl grinned at her exuberance while assisting a slender, chestnut-haired woman to the stable floor. She gave him a quick hug on the way by.

Would you see to Sarri, Faana? I’m afraid her enthusiasm may lead to unintended mischief.

Mischief and that girl are natural companions, Faana muttered, and trotted off to find her.

Carl helped the remaining passengers from the carriage. As the last passenger stepped to the stable floor, Raiella hurried into the lantern light.

Now we must truly go quickly, for these last moments of exposure hold great peril of discovery.

No doubt about that, Jeff agreed, cloaking a night lantern. Raiella—you and I will scout ahead to insure the way is clear. Carl, would you provide rear guard, and Faana keep everyone together?

At their nods, he freed the sword at his left hip and moved toward the stable door with Raiella. Stepping outside, they found the way clear. Hugging walls wherever possible, the group moved toward a nearby building. Just as they were about to enter, a huge creature cloaked in shadow suddenly leaped into their midst.

Letting out a startled oath, Jeff lunged to the side and drew his saber in one fluid motion. He whirled to a halt in guard position but let the saber drop to his side. He released an explosive sigh of relief.

Shit and damn it, Balko! Don't do that!

Rebuking himself for breaking silence, Jeff sheathed Berold.

"How did you find us, wolf-brother?"

The shadow briefly moved into starlight, revealing a wolf that was larger than some ponies. Balko's mind seethed with humor, and no contrition whatsoever.

"Returning from the hunt, I found my brothers and sisters departed. Sensing that adventure was afoot, I followed your spoor to this location and awaited your return. May we yet hope to engage our enemies this night?"

Jeff sensed Carl's laughter in his mind. If nothing else, Balko did enjoy a good fight.

"I hope not, wolf-brother, for it is most important to arrive at our den undetected. Will you search the way, ensuring that those who would do us harm have no opportunity?"

"Such opportunity shall not be granted!" The young wolf was gone in the blink of an eye.

Okay everyone, here we go, Jeff whispered harshly before entering the building. Keep together!

Jeff and Raiella checked an intersecting hallway before hurrying across. They waited until everyone had made the crossing before moving on. Three or four hallways later, Jeff paused to peer down another shadowed corridor and listen intently.

"Beware!"

Jeff let everyone bunch up before answering. The worried confusion in Balko's mind brought every sense to high alert.

"What have you discovered, wolf-brother?"

"Four females lie hidden in a large space. I sense great anger and the desire to harm you and your she. Should such females be guarded against?"

"Wait silently. I must determine the nature of this threat."

Pulling Raiella close, Jeff whispered in her ear, Balko has discovered four women hiding in a foyer just ahead. He thinks they're waiting for us and mean no good. I know little of your life before we met, love, but Carl has informed me of the Sisterhood.

Jeff felt Raiella stiffen, and she gripped his arms.

It can be no one else, Raiella said in an agonized whisper. They must have been keeping vigil and noted our departure. They will be seeking revenge against me for leaving them, and against you for having pulled me from their grasp. Raiella clutched Jeff to her. Oh how I regret my foolish rebellion. Now it threatens us all.

Carl had joined them, and leaned his head near so that he could hear their conversation.

Rebellion in youth is not unknown, Raiella. What's the risk?

They would kill me and Jeffrey, seeking to further intimidate those who remain in thrall. They will fight to the death if cornered.

Then we will give them death. Jeff drew Berold from the scabbard without making a sound. Carl, Raiella—come with me. Carl, will you carry the night lantern? Faana, please follow with our sisters at a safe distance.

Faana wanted to object, but quickly agreed. It was not the time nor place for debate.

"Wolf-brother. We come and will attack those who lie in wait. They are vermin that must be destroyed, for their hearts are consumed with evil. Their deaths must be very silent."

"I await your command."

Shuffling forward, the three crept to the foyer's entrance and stopped. There were no windows to allow starlight into the foyer, but deeper shadows suggested the presence of furniture and pillars. Searching his memory, Jeff identified each object. There was only one good spot for an ambush—two large pillars on either side of the path they would have to take.

"Where are you, wolf-brother?"

"The enemy are between us, and grow suspicious."

How in hell did he manage that? Jeff thought with admiration.

"We will walk as if unaware. At their first movement, attack."

"I hear."

Holding swords close by their sides, Carl with the added burden of the lantern, the three stepped out of the hallway and crept across the foyer with thudding hearts. Everything seemed to happen at once.

Jeff caught a flicker of movement and lunged to the side, as did Carl and Raiella. Something whizzed by his head and two shadows leaped from behind one of the pillars. In the same instant, they disappeared. Piercing shrieks of terror accompanied a frenzied thrashing of legs and arms as Balko cannoned into them.

Now the light, Carl!

The sudden flare of light seemed brilliant to night-adjusted eyes. Two black-clad, masked assassins were thrashing on the floor with Balko on top, and two more had turned to run. Leaping forward, Jeff slammed the hilt of his sword on the back of one of them and she crumpled. A high-pitched scream cut the air as Raiella's sword went home in the last assassin’s chest.

Faana! Run for it! We must not be discovered!

Four people hurtled by Jeff and disappeared in the gloom. Somewhere not far away, they heard shouts as the alarm was raised.

"All need for silence and stealth are gone, wolf-brother. Hurry to protect those that flee to our den."

"I go!"

With a scrabbling of toenails on tile, Balko shot away.

Carl, Raiella—we have to hurry! I'm going to bring this one along as a gift to the Kufram! Stooping down, Jeff slung the inert figure into a fireman's carry with Carl's assistance.

They hurried along at a trot, about as fast as Jeff could go while carrying the woman. He was soon out of breath, then staggering from exhaustion. He stumbled through the door to their suite and dumped his load on a sofa. Raiella was last in and quickly locked the door.

We made it! Let’s get some light in here.

As lamps were lighted, Jeff counted noses. All present. Thank God! Raiella found some cord and tied the unconscious woman's hands behind her back. That accomplished, she moved to the feet. A grimace of fury was evident as she twisted the cord tight and tied it off.

That such as these should threatened all that I love!

Jeff hurried to the tallest of the shrouded figures and helped remove the layers of clothing disguising her. Carl was doing the same with the other. As the last piece fell the floor, he put his arms on heavily muscled shoulders and looked up into violet-blue cat’s eyes that were twice as large as his own.

You are well, La'ani-love-mine?

She stood seven feet. A crest of golden hair trailing from forehead to lower back, La'ani placed webbed hands on either side of his face, bent down and placed her mouth over his to share breath.

All is well-good, J'frey-love. We all together-are and whole.

La’ani’s daughter, Fiala, emerged from her cocoon of clothing and came to stand by her mother.

Their foreheads were quite high and broad, but rapidly tapered to fine chins creating a triangular effect. Seen from the front La’ani and Fiala’s mouths did not seem unusual, but that was an illusion due to facial streamlining. From the side, their mouths were seen to be of impressive width. Neither showed any evidence of breasts other than the suggestion of nipples. And they were devoid of other signs, such as broad hips, that might indicate they were female.

Adrenaline levels were just starting to drop when they heard a key in the lock. Before anyone could move the door to their suite burst open with a crash. Jeff happened to be facing the door and let Berold slip back into the scabbard when he saw it was Elanee, Raiella and Faana's younger sister.

Faana raced to the door and slammed it shut with a thud. The door almost hit Elanee in passing, but she didn’t even notice. Eyes and pupils wide with shocked disbelief, her mouth formed a circle of astonishment. Elanee began to hyperventilate and would have passed out had not Raiella shaken her.

Stop that this instant! Whatever are we to do with you?

Taking her hand, Raiella led Elanee to La'ani and Fiala. Both appeared deeply amused by the scene.

La'ani-Fiala-love, this is my youngest sister. She is called Elanee and is good of heart, but also quite aggravating at times.

La'ani towered over her so that Elanee, a bare five feet one and still wide-mouthed, had to tilt her head back almost to the horizontal to see her eyes.

Yes, Elanee-love—we are of the fin-maids and cherish your knowing.

La'ani knelt, placed her hands on Elanee's shoulders, and touched lips with her. The blood drained from her face, Elanee's eyes rolled up into her head, and she collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

Clucking with exasperation, Raiella motioned for Faana to help her. With what seemed practiced ease, they picked Elanee up and settled her in a chair. Raiella looked over her shoulder at La'ani and Fiala while adjusting pillows around Elanee.

Do not be concerned, sisters-love. She will soon recover. Ever is this young one given to the dramatic whether she would or not.

Sarri came to sit with Elanee, but at the same time kept an interested eye on the food being set out. There wasn’t a great assortment, and that of a durable sort, but she was hungry. As predicted by Raiella, Elanee awakened from her swoon and seemed none the worse for it.

Sensing a kindred spirit, she jumped from the chair and pulled Sarri to the buffet. One step ahead of the crowd, they snatched a plateful of food apiece and retreated to the chair. Shortly, their heads were nearly touching as they chattered.

With food and wine in their stomachs, yawns began to appear and eyelids droop. Carl leaned back and stretched mightily, throwing a look at their captive as he did so. She had regained consciousness and was staring at Raiella with silent hate.

Do you know her name?

Vilet.

What do we do with her, Jeff?

Creaking to his feet, Jeff walked to the sofa and dropped to a knee. He wanted to get a better look at the woman, who was lying trussed on her side. Thirty or so, he concluded, and so full of hate she'd kill us all in the blink of an eye. Vilet suddenly spat, barely missing Jeff's face.

She's a lovely one, all right. I tell you what, sweetie—I'm going to offer you some water. Take it or leave it. At the table, Jeff poured a glass of water. In the morning, I think I'll invite Bakket to have a look and take her off our hands. I think he can be trusted to do the right thing and not ask too many questions.

Vilet refused the water with a hiss of contempt.

Soon you will all die and your fin-maidens belong to us. When they have been used to further our cause, their deaths will be slow and agonizing but nothing compared to what Raiella will experience.

Caught by fatigue and the palpable viciousness of Vilet’s words, by their reference to La’ani and Fiala, disgust gave way to something else. It was a new emotion, and so strong that Jeff sat on the floor to stare at Vilet. Minutes passed, and his expression smoothed into a blank mask that revealed nothing.

And so you would kill them with great pain and suffering for no reason but to inflict death. Excuse me—for your cause.

Jeff examined Vilet’s face closely in search of any clue to the origins of her words, but there was no interface to give access. Their faces were mere feet apart, yet the disconnect was complete.

Very quietly, gently, he said, It isn’t going to happen. Your filth will never lay hands on this wonderful people, nor Raiella. They are mine.

A momentary flicker that might have been uncertainty came and went in Vilet's expression. The slow cadence of his words combined with the slight smile was a disconnect of another sort, one she had not encountered. Yet uncertainty did no more than inspire the need to destroy its source.

And you, male—you we will castrate, forcing your balls down your throat as you bleed to death. Perhaps Raiella will have the opportunity to view it.

Jeff glanced at the others. Their faces were fixed in various expressions of loathing and disgust, Raiella's with shame and horror. Although La’ani and Fiala’s expressions could not be entirely deciphered, their manes stood on end and La’ani’s teeth were bared. Jeff nodded to himself and stood up.

Would you like to hand me over to the Sisterhood? Jeff drew Berold and winked at Vilet. You know, kick my ass and take me in? He made a few passes and pointed the sword at her. Think you’re man enough?

Wait a minute! Carl confronted Jeff with a dark frown. I thought we were going to turn her over to Bakket. You can’t just kill her.

You haven’t thought it through, Carl. Jeff’s smile was gone, or maybe it was the fact that it conflicted so starkly with eyes that showed nothing at all. He turned away from Carl. This thing know how to fence, Raiella?

She was one of my instructors.

There you go, Carl. Couldn’t ask for more than that, could you? You going to claim she’s a woman in need of protection?

Carl was so embroiled in conflict he couldn’t answer. He had just finished thinking it through. Additionally, Jeff’s behavior was completely out of character. So much so, that Carl wondered if he had gone over the edge. But there was no arguing with his reasoning. Vilet had seen La’ani and Fiala.

Shit! Shit and hellfire! Now we’re reduced to political assassination!

Ain’t it something? Still, it does give me the opportunity to get to know Vilet better. Really looking forward to it. What do you say, sweetie? Want to do a little two-step with me?

Your words are foreign, male, but give me a sword and I shall deliver your head to my sisters. I have killed stronger men than you.

We’ve got a match! Somebody have a sword we can borrow? It has to be a good one.

There were no unclaimed swords, and no one was in a hurry to offer theirs, but Faana eventually stepped forward. She drew her weapon, a slim rapier of beautiful design and craftsmanship. She held it out to Raiella with a bow.

Though it must despise the touch of her hand, yet no question of equity must trouble this pairing.

Raiella took the sword and presented it to Jeff.

Vilet is familiar with the style, my lord. Will you not allow me the honor of confronting her and my past?

Are you mine?

There was no compromise in the quietly worded question. Raiella examined Jeff as he tested the sword’s balance and construction. She knew without doubt that the answer would remain unchanged throughout life, but present circumstances brought home how little she knew of this man. At the moment he seemed a complete stranger she would never understand. Raiella shivered at…something. She shivered again when she understood. Once decided on a course of action, he would follow it to the death without hesitation.

Until the end of time, my lord.

Then in this matter it is fitting that you await my return.

And so I shall, Raiella replied. She bowed and stepped back.

Fashioning a slipknot around the woman's neck, Jeff pulled it tight.

"Wolf-brother, will you come?"

Balko trotted to his side at once.

Jeff hauled the woman to her feet, cut the line securing her ankles and gagged her. She struggled briefly and tried to kick him in the crotch, but he dodged aside. Balko lunged close and stared into her eyes, raising his lips to fully expose two-inch fangs. Vilet froze.

Cautiously opening the door, Jeff made sure the hallway was clear then prodded his captive out the door behind Balko without a backward glance.

Hands clenched into fists by her side, Raiella stared at the door. Faana tried to lead her away, but Raiella recoiled.

How shall I ever live with such guilt as I feel? How shall I ever understand the love I feel for this man, and what he will do for me?

Large tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. La'ani moved behind Raiella and wrapped slender arms around her chest

Our J'frey does this for us all, R'ella-love. When first we met my heart was hardened against him, remembering stories of how my people were defiled by men of his race. Then I came to understand the anguish in his heart, and deep regret at our wounds. In sharing our minds I discovered his spirit, and with it, love. Now we see that females bear their own portion of evil. Come, let us share a vigil for our J'frey, and for the welfare of his spirit.

Time passed in agonizing jerks that defined slow motion. La’ani and Fiala sat on the floor facing one another with their eyes closed and holding hands. In turn, they sang stanzas of an ancient lay in their native tongue. Raiella and Faana sat down close by to listen. Although they could not understand the words, the music was strong and comforting.

Elanee stood without moving. Small in stature, given to girlish pranks, at the moment she seemed the eldest. There was no evidence of doubt or remorse in her stature or expression, only fierce pride.

Carl refused a glass of juice offered by Sarri; perhaps didn’t even see it. He paced the room muttering under his breath.

Killing Vilet will solve nothing in the long run, but what else could we do? Give the responsibility to Bakket? Let her go and paint all of us as easy targets? Let her spread the word about Fiala and La’ani to that Sisterhood scum and the whole damn city before we’re ready? We’d have to run! But killing her will just set off a round of ‘you kill mine, I kill yours’. Shit!

It seemed the door would never open. When it finally did, everyone was caught by surprise. Balko hurried through the door followed by Jeff, who eased it shut and turned the lock. Although a shirtsleeve was cut and his shirt and pants splattered with blood, he seemed uninjured. Wiping the blade and haft of Faana’s sword with a moist towel, Jeff returned the sword to her with a bow.

It served well and did you no dishonor.

Although he appeared exhausted, there was no evidence of emotion on Jeff’s face other than a baffling neutrality that defied penetration.

Want to talk about it?

Jeff shook his head at Carl, beckoned to Raiella and La’ani, and disappeared into a bedroom.

Inhaling a shuddering breath of air, Jeff turned his head as if to escape the slobbering skulls that had been pursuing him for what seemed hours. His nose bumped against Raiella's cheek, which rested on his shoulder, and Jeff opened his eyes. Muttering to herself, Raiella threw a protective arm over his chest and drifted into deeper sleep. Turning the other way, he encountered La'ani. She was so close that he fell into violet eyes and drifted along cool pathways deep in the ocean, listened to distant songs that tugged at his heart; found comfort. Jeff closed his eyes.

Pure notes of sweet imagery tugged him awake an indeterminate time later. They had haunted the latter part of his dreaming, now Jeff discovered they were things of substance. Sitting cross-legged on the bed near the foot, her eyes closed in reflection; Elanee voiced a breathy nocturne on a wand of silver. Delicate notes suggested the fluttering of a butterfly across a glade, only to descend to a low register that encouraged reverie.

Sitting up, Jeff was gripped by an overwhelming need to play as well. To find release from a fey mood that still gripped his spirit. His old plastic recorder, a friend of many years that had accompanied him from Earth, had been destroyed long ago during a winter campaign. Although the approximate length of a flute, and likely of reed design, the instrument Elanee played was of larger diameter than a flute.

Jeff watched intently as music flowed and Elanee’s fingers flitted over the tube as if pressing keys. Which was puzzling—no holes or keys were visible. But she was obviously doing something with her fingers. He had played saxophone through high school and his undergraduate years in college. Elanee’s fingerings seemed hauntingly familiar. It was some minutes before he recognized she was barely depressing keys set flush on the tube.

Will you teach me?

A final note quavered to silence and Elanee opened her eyes. She smiled at Jeff and scooted close.

The belon is a difficult instrument, my Lord, yet is always eager to explore new imagination. She handed the instrument to him. Have you played such as this?

The minute Jeff’s hands touched the belon he felt a sympathy for it that sent a thrill up his arms. The length was perfect, and it seemed to slip into place of its own accord. On the other hand, he experienced strong misgivings upon examining the mouthpiece. It had a double reed, much like an oboe. The stories he had heard from oboe students were not reassuring.

Of this quality and style? No, never.

They passed the instrument back and forth for a period while Jeff learned basic hand positions. The time came, however, when nothing could hold back his desire to wind the belon. To express what needed to be said regardless of the sound. Settling cross-legged like Elanee, Jeff put the instrument to his lips and recalled an evening of ethereal beauty in a small glen far to the north. Forgetting the belon was not a recorder, he remembered the beauty of moonbeams and flowers.

Elanee prepared for the worst. The belon was not only a difficult instrument, it was an absolute tyrant that routinely punished novices with horrible screeches. Although the first sound was not a screech, it set her teeth on edge. Then, quite remarkably, the tone mellowed and dropped to the belon’s lowest register, one she rarely attempted.

An incipient squawk tried to find full voice, Jeff adjusted his lips and notes flowed in the mode of a prelude. The progression was hit and miss at first, but within minutes Elanee was no longer aware of anything but the music. Closing her eyes in rapture, she too sat in that ancient glen and greeted the moon, heard the liquid song of an evening bird offering compline. And so he played of earth and sun, ageless trees and flowing waters, played his heart; was granted release.

The room had been silent for some time when Elanee opened her eyes and picked up the sheet to wipe at her cheeks. The belon sat across Jeff’s knees, his head was bent and he seemed asleep. She knew it was impossible that a stranger to this instrument could wring such beauty from it at first introduction. Yet she had heard.

Raiella and Faana had shared the essence of their joining with Jeff and Carl. A joining in the presence of gods. Elanee recalled the conversation, and her skin prickled. This was a visitation of another sort. A gift. She closed her eyes again to share the beauty of a silence that was not free of music.

Jeff became aware of his surroundings at the insistence of a gentle brushing on his lips. Looking up, his nose rubbed Elanee’s as she pulled away from a slow embrace.

Thank you for this joy, Jeffrey. I shall always cherish it.

In reply, Jeff picked up the belon to caress satin silver. He held it with such longing that Elanee smiled.

You shall have Mardith’s twin. You must. The artisan would not part with him until he was satisfied the instrument would suffer no disgrace at the hands of a fool. At last reckoning, only fools had attempted purchase.

Thank you, love. Thank you for allowing me to play Mardith. It is not easy to lend a cherished instrument.

Raiella is a fortunate woman, my lord.

Their moment was nearly gone. Elanee put a hand behind Jeff’s head and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that commemorated all they had shared. It was long and not sisterly. Bouncing out of bed, she ran for the door.

Come! We must hurry to the baths! She stopped at the door to whirl with hands on hips. Oh do hurry, Jeffrey. We are late, and Raiella can be so difficult.

Jeff jumped out of bed only to realize that Elanee’s kiss had aroused more than his heart rate. She covered her mouth and giggled.

I am honored, and perceive the greater extent of Raiella’s joy! Jeff turned away, but she rushed over to grab his arm and hurry him along. Oh do not be bashful. What occurred is the most natural of events.

Easy for you to say! I’m not going in there like this!

She tossed him a bathrobe.

You’re right. Raiella is a wonderful sister, but she might well suspect I have been, shall we say, forward. I will go ahead and prepare the way. She whisked from the room like a nymph with a mission.

Entering the bathing room, he found Elanee and Sarri splashing and shouting about in the pool-sized tub. La'ani and Raiella were kept busy trying to stay out of the way. Carl, Faana and Fiala were drying one another and eyeing the scene with great amusement.

Slipping off his robe and easing into the water, Jeff shared a conspiratorial smile with Elanee. He felt so much better. Raiella and La'ani moved apart so he could sit between them.

Oh damn that feels good, Jeff groaned, sinking chest deep in hot water.

Raiella slipped a hand between his legs in greeting, and immediately frowned at Elanee.

I do hope she has not tested your resolve beyond prudence, love.

The opposite is true, Jeff replied with a decisive shake of his head. Her presence and thoughtfulness retrieved me from a very dark mood.

Raiella appeared relieved, if still suspicious.

She insisted on having a part in your awakening. I am grateful she was of aid.

Later, dressed and taking a late breakfast, Raiella every so often cast worried looks in Jeff's direction. Satisfied that his frightening mood of the prior evening had dissipated, she was beginning to relax when a modest thundering on the suite's door made her jump. La'ani and Fiala, sitting with Faana and Carl on a sofa, leaped to their feet and made a dash for a bedroom. Raiella looked very pointedly at Sarri and Elanee.

Please be very discreet and show reserve. No suspicion must be raised concerning our sisters' presence or last night's events.

Opening the door, she discovered Bakket and several guardsmen.

My Ladies, my Lords. May I have a brief period of your time?

Of course, Raiella promptly replied, and gestured that he enter. Won’t you come in?

Bakket spoke briefly with his men and stepped inside. Closing the door, he followed Raiella to the table and accepted a cup of coffee. The coffee was somewhat hotter than ideal, and he took a careful sip. Raiella offered him a chair, but Bakket shook his head regretfully.

Thank you, Milady, but the press of duty will allow only a few moments to enjoy your hospitality.

They moved to the living area and were joined by Jeff and Carl. There, Bakket did take a seat.

I must apologize for intruding, Bakket said after a brief interval of general conversation, but a mystery has presented itself—one that is deeply puzzling. Looking at Jeff, Bakket raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Three members of the Sisterhood, which you must know is likely related in some fashion to the Quoreem, were found dead by the guard near this suite. Two had their throats ripped out in exemplary fashion, and the third had suffered a fatal sword thrust. This is cause for some concern, for rarely do they tempt the Kufram's anger by daring such proximity to his home and family. It hardly needs be said, of course, that their deaths per se were greeted by us all with deep satisfaction.

Bakket turned his eyebrow on Balko for a moment. Balko met his gaze and opened his jaws in a wolfish grin. Bakket could not restrain a smile.

Just so, my good Balko. As I have already said—exemplary. But these three deaths do not bring me to your door seeking guidance. Bakket pursed his lips and gazed thoughtfully at Jeff. "At first light, a routine patrol coursing the main plaza discovered a most strange sight. Seated as if in repose, they discovered the body of a woman. Her head had been removed and was cradled in her arms, the visage that of terror. Attached to the body's clothing was a message penned in bold strokes. It read: 'Be warned. Seeking revenge, all find death.'

Upon viewing this apparition, I recognized it as once a sub-lieutenant in the Sisterhood. Deeming the message salutary, I contrived to leave it undisturbed for some hours. Bakket threw his hands out in supplication. But come, my lords and ladies, can you not be of some assistance in this matter?

Jeff’s eyes were cold and distant when he said, I believe someone did Zomar a service by ridding it of these vermin. Sorry I can't help, Bakket. Perhaps the whole story will emerge with time.

Carl suddenly asked, How did she die?

Most likely from a sword thrust through the heart, my lord. It would appear she died after a duel, for there were other less serious wounds in evidence. Bakket got to his feet. As you say, Lord Jeffrey, perhaps this mystery will be clarified by time and with patience.

At the door, Jeff laid a hand on Bakket's shoulder.

It is not my desire to be truculent with one I admire and deeply respect; one who I call friend. Let us say at this parting that much will soon be revealed. Perhaps then we might have a fuller conversation.

Bakket bowed, a slight smile again on his lips.

I will await such a time with unabated interest, my Lord.

Closing the door, Jeff walked toward Carl with a scowl on his face.

Think I murdered her?

I didn't know what to think, Carl replied in an even tone of voice. He held Jeff’s gaze without flinching for many moments. You've been on and off the edge so many times now, that one of these days you stand to fall off in the wrong direction. Don't you think cutting her head off was a bit much?

The men were only feet apart, and neither dropped their eyes. Jeff's expression was hard as flint.

Carl, I have found love to a degree that no one on Earth could have convinced me was possible. I will not stoop to torture or murder as policy, but so help me God, if anyone here is attacked there is nothing I will not do. And yes, I might go over the edge. Does that spell it out?

The silence that ensued was charged with tension. Carl’s gaze never faltered. When he eventually responded, his voice was even but unrelenting.

This can't happen again. You really lose it, and there might be no coming back.

My life is yours should you request it, Carl, but my conscience is my own. Do not intrude in that domain.

Exchanging a glance with Raiella, Faana stood up and interposed herself between the men under the pretext of filling their cups.

Come, Milords, such grim conversation belittles the joy present amongst us. Let us consider how we may best present our sisters to the Kufram, and Zomar.

Carl wasn't satisfied, but he decided to let the matter drop. He had known Jeff long enough to realize that nothing was to be gained by talking when he had made up his mind. Also, in all their years as friends, strong disagreements had never been allowed to come between them, and he wasn't about to let this one. He threw a grateful look at Faana for giving him an out.

Good idea. So, what's the plan?

They spent the afternoon debating strategy. Later, dallying over a glass of wine, Carl nodded firmly.

Okay. The first step is to present Fiala and La'ani to the Kufram, Tendaki and Meshek. We are agreed, I believe, that the first meeting must occur here to avoid premature exposure. Who may be trusted to assist with preparations?

Jeff thought about the question with a part of his mind, but primarily pondered the word, trust. Although his anger at Carl for suspecting him of murder was still there, he now had enough distance from the confrontation to realize that Carl’s doubts were not unjustified. For a period, he had definitely gone over the edge. If it had not been for Elanee. …

With conversation flowing around him, Jeff considered what Carl’s friendship meant—what life would be like without him. He could not imagine it and shrank away from the contemplation. In a way, he decided, what he felt for Carl was very similar to the profound love he shared with Helwin. It was different, but both defied description. Both relationships were, above all else, to be cherished and protected as vital to life. He was so glad Faana had stepped into the developing breech. The residual anger, he suddenly realized, was gone. Thank God.

Picking up on the conversation, he eventually observed, I agree with the consensus. Margithi and her crew have proven to be absolutely discreet. Now we must discover a tailor who may be trusted. Raiella and Faana, do you not agree that our sisters must be arrayed in clothing of a more formal nature than those worn in a tropic clime, beautiful though they are?

Before either woman could answer, Elanee burst into the conversation.

Oh, yes, Jeffrey!

Jumping to her feet, she looked La'ani and Fiala over carefully, eyes narrowed to calculating slits.

Faana and I understand that clothing design is your passion, Elanee, Raiella firmly stated, and you may have this honor. However, we must agree with your designs. Is this clear?

Totally absorbed in the calculations running through her mind as she weighed various options, Elanee merely nodded in Raiella's general direction

Will you please stand, sisters?

They did so, and tracked Elanee as she whisked about them. Although Carl had seen it many times, it still astonished him to see La’ani and Fiala turn their heads 180 degrees.

Shortly Elanee was bent over a sheet of paper sketching clothing designs with Sarri looking over her shoulder. Raiella was relieved to have one task taken care of and turned her mind back to another.

Margithi is an excellent choice. She is absolutely trustworthy, very competent, and respected by the Kufram. I will contract for her services. Our family tailor has provided discreet service for many years, and I believe will continue to do so in this matter.

All right, that’s settled, Jeff replied, now let’s stop for a minute and look at a different issue.

He got up and walked toward the door to the suite. He had been sorting through his own list of tasks and had identified a crucial element that had been dangerously neglected.

What would happen right now if eight or ten Quoreem hit us?

He tried the door. It was unlocked. Jeff left it open and leaned against the door jam with crossed arms.

Raiella felt like she was standing naked and a crowd expected any moment.

You have made your point!

She raced to the door, slammed it shut, and threw the deadbolt home.

If the Quoreem or Sisterhood had decided to attack, Jeff went on, we would all likely be dead right now. I take responsibility for this lapse. It was a stupid lapse of judgment that could have been fatal. This suite must be protected at all times. I am under no illusion that the Sisterhood will suddenly lose interest in us after last night. The opposite will be true. This door will remain shut with the deadbolt thrown at all times, and weapons will be at hand. Furthermore, Elanee cannot be coming and going at all hours by herself. From now on any of you—Raiella, Faana or Elanee—must always be accompanied by Carl, me or guards we can trust.

Elanee looked up from her work.

I have no intention of leaving, Jeffrey. La'ani and Fiala's gowns will require my constant attention. There are beds enough, and I will have clothing delivered. She favored Jeff with a sunny smile. You are very sweet to consider my safety.

A frown crossed Raiella's face at Elanee's last comment. Here we go again, Jeff thought. Shrugging philosophically, he got to his feet. They would work it out if he didn't interfere.

How wonderful-good to hold you again, J'frey-love. How right it seems to share you with R'ella-love.

Jeff had awakened in La'ani’s arms. The sense of security he felt had never been duplicated with the possible exception of Helwin. He didn’t understand it; did not feel he was being treated like a child or in any way diminished as a man. It was a wonderful sensation.

I’m afraid these next days may prove very trying for you. Peaceful times like this must be cherished.

Trying for us all, J'frey-mine, and not without danger. Yet hope far outweighs threat.

Raiella had awakened, yawned widely, and nodded agreement. She ran a hand up and down his leg.

Even so. Now, Jeffrey, will you allow this hand freer play? As you say, we must not squander these precious moments.

Their morning bath turned into a group affair. The tub was large, but eight bodies nearly filled it. Sarri and Elanee were disgusted with the general lassitude present.

A full night's rest and no enthusiasm at all, Elanee sniffed. Still, I imagine there are sound reasons for such complacency.

Carl made a grab at her but she ducked under the water and squirted away, only to surface laughing.

Several days passed in a whirlwind of activity. Margithi made her appearance as promised, and solo as requested. Her assistants were all young and she would have to decide if they could hold their tongues. To her credit Margithi indulged no histrionics when introduced. She did excuse herself for some time until she was sure they were not going to pop out when least expected.

Upon reflection, Margithi decided to operate solo until after La’ani and Fiala were introduced to the Kufram’s court. Although that would have posed a problem with demanding clients, the environment here was more than agreeable. She was one member of a team effort.

Sometime during her first day on the job she hurried to the door at the sound of an authoritative knocking. Opening it the merest crack with a newly installed safety chain still in place, she peered into the hallway. The two men waiting outside were strangers.

These gentlemen are undoubtedly suspicious characters, Jeff said from behind her with a smile, although friends. They may enter.

It was a great relief to have more men in the suite. The hectic pace of cutting and fitting gowns seemed to have consumed every inch of space, driving Jeff and Carl to a corner sofa in search of refuge. There were three gowns to be made up from scratch and little time to accomplish the task. Also bemused by the activity, Belstan and Torget were happy to find seats in the same corner. Jeff noted dark circles under Belstan's eyes, and Torget appeared haggard.

How do matters of trade proceed? You both look exhausted.

That is the truth, Jeffrey, Belstan agreed with a wry shake of his head. Days and nights now seem to merge seamlessly with one another. The number of merchants eager to trade with the North is staggering. And the competition is so fierce that Torget and I have had to intervene on several occasions lest bloodshed occur! Mahdrene is at wit’s end. I’m afraid he will be forced to station guards at the meetings. In addition, our Gilnora has virtually been swarmed under these last several days.

Any intrusions? People sneaking around?

One or two each day, Jeffrey, and we have been forced to row guard at night. As feared, there are several trading factions who are quite interested in the Gilnora’s design. On one occasion, the watch intercepted a swimmer determined to examine her hull—I believe that is the correct term—below the water.

I was afraid of that, Jeff growled.

While he did not succeed, I have no doubt further attempts will be made. Hari and Saffik are quite determined that they will not. Still, on the whole, order seems to be slowly emerging. The merchants are now in the process of selecting one of their own to represent the interests of Al Harad. Space permitting, he or she will accompany us north to confer with the merchants of Rugen, Hochberg and other interested cities. Torget has played a most important role. For one so short on years, he has a nice understanding of protocol and diplomacy.

Torget jerked his eyes away from the fitting process.

My thanks, Belstan. It has indeed been a most trying time, Lord Jeff, but withal one that augurs well for both kingdoms. The Kufram and I find that our thinking often anticipates the others concerns, this affinity speeding closer understanding. I believe it likely that we will agree on tentative terms of an alliance before we depart so that I may offer issues of substance to Imogo upon our return.

Spring is not far away, Carl observed. How long before matters allow us to set sail?

Soon, Lord Carl, Torget quickly replied, his face lighting up with a smile of anticipation. If unforeseen difficulties do not intervene, within two or three weeks. I will confess that I anticipate such departure with growing ardor. Our sweet Gilnora cries out to me, begging to be free from the chain that bridles her freedom.

She only comes truly alive when out of land's reach, Jeff agreed with a warm smile. Now, here is what we plan. …

Torget and Belstan were soon on their way, destined for another round of meetings. That evening, after the design team had taken a few minutes to throw down some food, the fitting process resumed. Dropping to his knees, the elderly family tailor picked up the hem of La'ani's gown on one side, Elanee on the other, and both plied needles and thread. Jeff could not recall seeing La'ani so openly enthralled about anything. He was sure she would have stood there all night without moving or complaining had she been asked. However, nervous exhaustion finally had its way with the tailors.

When the final stitch of the night was taken and the women staggered off to bed, Jeff and Carl were relieved. Tempers had started to fray. At the door, Carl patted the tailor on the shoulder.

Lord Jeffrey and I are both quite impressed with your reserve and calm nerves, Jesek. Thank you for being so patient and understanding.

Young Elanee is quite demanding, Milords, but her talent is without comparison. I must say that it is I who should thank you for the opportunity to serve. Never has it been my pleasure to clothe such as the ladies La'ani and Fiala. Their stature, elegance and well-thought nature totally belie fin-maiden myth.

The men were not ready to turn in after Jesek left. The quiet was delightful. As on several occasions in the past, they decided to kick back with a glass of wine. Carl’s expression was wistful as he swirled the wine in his glass.

Won't be long now. Although I don’t have the bug as bad as Torget, I must say I'm ready to sail. This is all necessary and a part of what we set out to do, but life is so simple and straightforward out at sea.

Yeah. The Gilnora is such a sweetheart—you take care of her, she takes care of you. Maybe a lesson there.

Jeff took a thoughtful sip from his glass and considered what the lesson held for him. It had only been a few days since he and Raiella had talked about Zimma, yet so much had happened that it seemed more