Far-Seer

Crewmembers were swinging on ropes, pulling on cables. Spray in his face, Afsan watched booms swing around. The sails cracked in protest as they were brought against the wind. The booms groaned and howled; the wooden deck creaked under the stress.

But the Dasheter moved! By the very Face of God, it moved with speed and power, harnessing the wind, tacking toward:he strange object far, far ahead.

“What’s going on?”

Afsan turned, surprised at the voice. Prince Dybo had appeared at his elbow. “Ho, Dybo. I cast a shadow—”

“Yes, yes. What’s going on?”

“We’re pursuing something.”

“But what?”

“Put a knot in my tail if I know.”

Dybo made a gruff sound. A sailor was approaching, carrying a coiled rope. Dybo stepped into her path.

“What are we chasing?”

The sailor wasn’t looking where she was going. “Get out of my way, child.”

Dybo thumped his tail against the deck and bobbed his torso in a territorial display.

The sailor looked up. “What the—Oh, Prince Dybo. I’m sorry—” She bowed deeply.

Afsan thought his friend played the role well. Measured, with a distinct pause between each word, he said again, “What are we chasing?”

The sailor looked terrified. She realized that she’d insulted a member of The Family. Tail swishing nervously, she stammered, “Kal-ta-goot. The serpent.”

“Which serpent?”

“Why, the one that attacked the Dasheter on our last pilgrimage. At least, we’re assuming it’s the same one. Keenir wants it.”

Dybo’s eyes went wide. “His injuries. His face, his tail…”

The sailor bobbed agreement. “Yes, yes. He fought bravely, of course. He’s a hunter at heart, the captain. He wanted fresh meat for the passengers and crew, real bones to gnaw on. He took a hunting party out in one of the little landing boats, thinking to swarm the creature’s back when it surfaced, to dispatch it quickly, and have a feast for all. But that beast is a monster, a killer. We almost lost Keenir.” The sailor fell silent, then, timidly, “Good Prince, they need this cable up front to lock off the boom. May I go?”

“Yes.” Dybo stood out of her way, and she scurried on up the deck.

Afsan, who’d been marveling at how well his friend assumed the mantle of authority when it suited him to do so, edged closer to Dybo. “So we’re to give chase? If it almost killed him once, what’s to say that this won’t be a dangerous pursuit?”

Dybo looked at Afsan. “The hunt is always dangerous. But it purges our anger. Keenir certainly needs some purging.”

Afsan clicked his teeth. “That much is certain.”

At that moment, Keenir’s voice went up over the sounds of the ship. “Faster! Faster! It’s getting away.”

The Dasheter cut through the waves, foam and spit flying in its path.

From high overhead, Paldook shouted, “It’s moving east.”

“Then east we go!” Keenir’s rumbling voice had a dangerous edge.

A sailor near Keenir said, “But, Captain, if we continue east, we will move ahead of the Face of God.”

And then Keenir did something a Quintaglio almost never does. He stepped directly into the personal space of the sailor, and, with a violent sweep of his cane, knocked the hapless crewmember to the deck. “I said east!”

Afsan’s nictitating membranes blinked. Ahead, at the eastern horizon, barely visible, a strange curving neck darted back and forth. The Dasheter surged forward into unknown waters.

*17*

Prince Dybo was surprised by the scratching of claws on the copper plate outside his cabin door.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

“Var-Keenir. May I come in?”

“Hahat dan.”

Dybo had been leaning on his dayslab, snacking on a strip of salted meat. He looked up at the doorway, at the grizzled captain leaning on his walking stick.

“Yes, Keenir, what is it?”

Keenir’s tail swished. “Good Prince Dybo, I—I’m ashamed.” He looked at the planks making up the deck. “I have not given proper thought to your safety. We are heading into uncharted waters; we are pursuing a dangerous serpent. My first thought should have been for your welfare.”

“Yes,” agreed Dybo amiably. “It probably should have.”

“This beast has preyed on my mind ever since our last encounter. It’s an ungodly creature, Prince, and we’d be doing a service to all mariners by getting rid of it.”

“How long do you anticipate chasing it?”

Keenir shifted his weight. It was clear that he wanted to say, “For as long as it takes.” Instead, he said nothing.

“My friend Afsan is pleased that we’re sailing this way.”

“What?” said Keenir. “Um, yes, I suppose he is.”

“Can you kill this creature? This Kal-ta-goot?”

“Yes. Of that I’m certain.”

“You did not succeed before.”

“No,” said Keenir, “I didn’t.”

“But you’re sure you can this time?” Dybo pushed off the dayslab and stood up, leaning back on his tail.

“Yes. The first time I took a handful of sailors out in a small shore boat. That was my error. We tried to overwhelm the creature, but it tossed the boat with one of its flippers. This time, I’ll go right up to it with the Dasheter itself. It’s no match for this great vessel, I assure you.”