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by Margaret Weis


  “Pirates?” asked Dag.

  Stephano shook his head. “No pirate in his right mind would be fool enough to attack a navy cutter that carries fourteen four-pounders. Might be a Freyan privateer…”

  They watched for another few moments, then Stephano said, “Miri, is it my imagination or are we sailing closer to the battle?”

  “We are sailing closer to the Abbey of Saint Agnes. We were going to stop there to get a hot meal, remember?” said Miri with a look of innocence.

  “Uh-huh.” Stephano grunted. “Our meal’s liable to be a bit hotter than we can swallow if we end up in the middle of a naval battle with the Freyans.”

  “The nuns were always good to Gythe and me,” said Miri. “If anything is wrong, we might be able to help.”

  She glanced at him and Dag from out the corner of her eye. Her red hair was damp from the mist and clung to her face. Her eyes narrowed. “Do either of you have a problem with that?”

  Dag cleared his throat, rubbed his grizzled chin, glanced at Stephano, and said in a low voice, “Sorry, sir, but you’re on your own.” Dag moved off to take cover behind the mast.

  “Miri, be sensible. We don’t want to get caught in the middle of a naval bombardment-”

  “So now you’re calling me daft,” Miri said.

  “I never said any such thing!” Stephano returned.

  “You said I wasn’t being sensible. That’s the same as daft.”

  “It is not-” Stephano began, then he stopped, drew a deep breath, and started over. “If one stray cannonball hit the balloon or the lift tanks or took down a mast, the Cloud Hopper would be finished. We’re only a few hours from Westfirth. We’ll sail there, report what we saw-”

  A billowing mass of red flame suddenly lit up the sky. Stephano forgot Miri, forgot everything.

  “I’ll be damned! That’s dragon fire!” Stephano said excitedly. He seized hold of the spyglass and brought it to his eye. “There’s a dragon in this battle! Maybe a dragon from the Brigade!”

  Miri glanced at him from beneath her long lashes and said demurely, “Too bad we’re sailing for Westfirth.” She held her hand poised over the helm.

  “We might move in a little closer,” said Stephano. “Just to get a better view.”

  “Now who’s daft,” said Miri, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.

  An offshore breeze carried the Cloud Hopper landward. The sky and mists were now a pale pink. The orange flashes were no longer as bright as they had been in the darkness. The cannon fire was more sporadic. The strange green lights continued to flare. Rodrigo and Gythe brought up crockery mugs filled with steaming tea and handed them around. Doctor Ellington jumped up to his usual place on Dag’s shoulder.

  “What is going on?” Rodrigo demanded suddenly. “Do you know we are sailing closer to the battle? Why are we sailing closer?”

  He jabbed his finger at the cutter, that could be seen quite clearly now. “People are shooting at each other out there!”

  Stephano was searching the skies. “There he is!” he called, and he pointed at the cathedral spires. The dragon could be seen flying over the cathedral. Wings spread, he was soaring upward, gaining altitude.

  “He’s spiraling around for a dive!” Stephano said. His brow creased in a frown. “He’s not climbing very fast, though.”

  “He’s an elder dragon,” said Miri, looking through the glass. “I can see the silvering of the scales on his head and mane. I don’t think he was in the Brigade, Stephano. This dragon is not a trained fighter. He has no idea what he’s doing.”

  “Things are not going well for the cutter,” said Dag, shaking his head. “I’ve been watching the flashes, and I count only nine cannons firing. That means five of their guns have been knocked out. Has to be Freyans, sir.”

  Stephano took the spyglass and aimed it at the cutter. He drew the glass away, rubbed his eyes.

  “I must be seeing things.”

  He handed the glass to Dag. “You take a look.”

  “I have narrowly escaped certain death three times in as many days,” Rodrigo was saying. “That’s way over my limit. Can we please turn around and get the Hell out of here?”

  “Just a bit closer,” said Stephano. “We can always slip away without being noticed. Dag…”

  “You weren’t seeing things, sir. Those black creatures flying around the cutter. The green fire seems to be coming from them.”

  “That’s what I thought,” said Stephano. He hesitated a moment, then asked, “What do those creatures look like to you?”

  Dag scratched his jaw. “You’re going to think I’m daft, sir…”

  “If you are, then so am I. Bats?”

  “Bats the size of a bloody horse, sir,” said Dag.

  Rodrigo snorted. “Oh, come now, you two-”

  “You look,” said Dag, and he handed over the spyglass.

  Rodrigo set down his tea mug on the table, took the glass, stared through it for a long moments, then handed it back to Dag. “I need something stronger than tea. Where’s the Calvados?”

  “That’s for medicinal purposes only!” Miri called after him, as he dove into the hold.

  “This is medicinal!” Rodrigo’s voice floated up from below. “I’m seeing giant bats!”

  “Oh, for mercy’s sake!” Miri said in disgust. “I think you’ve all gone daft.”

  Stephano raised the spyglass. “The beasts fly like bats, that’s for certain. The way bats dart and flit about.”

  He stared, eyes squinting, trying to see. “It looks as though the bats have riders…” He lowered the glass. “Riders with glowing eyes. Like demons…”

  They were all startled by a crash. Stephano turned to see Gythe, white to the lips, staring at him in horror. She had dropped the mug she was holding. It lay broken on the deck.

  “This isn’t funny! You’re scaring her! Stop it, Stephano!” Miri cried. “Gythe, dear, they’re not serious. I’ll prove it. Stephano, give me the glass!”

  Wordlessly, Stephano handed her the spyglass. Miri brought the glass to her eye. Her face paled. She watched a moment, then took the glass away and returned it to Stephano.

  “Dag, take the helm,” said Miri. She walked over to her sister. “Gythe, come below…”

  Gythe shook her head. Crooking her fingers into claws, she made a motion of tearing at flesh. Then she pointed at her eyes and pointed in the direction of the battle.

  “My God!” Miri said in a low voice. “Is that what you saw? Gythe, tell me…”

  Gythe shook her head wildly and began to sing. Her song was frantic and wild and desperate. She flung out her hands and strands of brilliant blue magic streamers arced and flared around the ship.

  Rodrigo emerged from the hatch, Calvados bottle in hand, and stared about, appalled.

  “Gythe, what are you doing? Gythe! No! Stop!”

  Gythe kept flinging magic into the air. The bright blue coils twined about the masts, sparked on the balloon and danced over the deck.

  “What was that about slipping away without being noticed, sir?” Dag asked worriedly. “We’re lit up like the palace on His Majesty’s birthday.”

  The others stared in shock and amazement at the dazzling display, the magical blue light reflected in their faces. Gythe’s song ended in a strangled cry. She collapsed, sobbing, onto the deck.

  Rodrigo handed the bottle to Stephano, then knelt down beside her, took hold of her in his arms, patting her and soothing her. She clung to him, sobbing. He looked at the others, who were standing, transfixed.

  “What happened?” Rodrigo demanded. “What did you say to her?”

  “It’s what she said to us,” Miri replied, her voice quivering. “Giant bats! That’s what she saw on board our ship. Blood and claw marks and…” She choked and covered her mouth with her hand.

  “Giant bats with demon riders,” said Stephano.

  “I suggest we leave now! ” said Rodrigo in stern tones. “This isn’t our fight, Stephano.”

/>   “The dragon is attacking the bats, breathing fire at them.” Dag reported, keeping an eye on the battle as he steered the ship. He suddenly began swearing. “Bloody Hell! The dragon flew too close to the cutter. He set one of the masts on fire. The balloon will go next. The cutter’s liable to sink, sir.”

  Stephano ran to the rail to try to see better. “Damn it! Miri was right. That dragon has never been trained for battle.”

  He watched a moment longer, then said, “Dag, turn over the helm to Miri. We need to get out of here.”

  “We can’t just leave, sir! There are over sixty sailors on that cutter,” Dag protested. “We can’t let them die!”

  “We are five people on a houseboat,” said Stephano. “We can’t do anything to help them. Besides, there’s Gythe to consider.”

  Dag glanced at Gythe, who was sobbing and shivering in Rodrigo’s arms, and he reluctantly relinquished the helm to Miri. She touched the sigils on the brass panel and sent the magic flowing out to the sails and the airscrews. The Cloud Hopper was starting to veer away when Miri, looking to the north, gave a cry and a gasp.

  The mists of the Breath, generally wispy, peach in color and calm, drifting on gentle breezes, had changed. Thick clouds, black and turbid and shot with spiky, white-purple lightning, were rumbling across the sky.

  “What the Hell is that?” Stephano gasped. He’d flown the Breath since he was a child through rain and snow and every type of weather and he’d never seen anything like this.

  “They call it a wizard storm!” Rodrigo cried. “The magic in the Breath has gone berserk. Take cover! There’s nothing we can do except ride it out.”

  He dragged Gythe through the hatch. The wind slammed it shut behind him.

  “Grab hold of something and hang on!” Miri cried.

  Stephano flung his arms around the mast. Dag thrust Doctor Ellington under one arm and wound his other arm around one of the ropes securing the cannons. Miri glanced around, nodded, and remained standing at the helm.

  “Miri! Get down!” Stephano shouted.

  Miri shook her head. Her red hair streamed out from her head, her skirts whipped around her. She was bent nearly double, her hands gripping the helm. Stephano could do nothing to help her. He tried letting go of the mast and was slammed back against the bulkhead. Dag battled the wind and managed to drag open the hatch. He tossed the terrified, spitting, and yowling cat down the stairs, then struggled over to Miri.

  He braced her with his body, reaching his arms around her-one strong arm on either side-and took hold of the top of the helm. Gripping the brass helm with all his strength, he shielded Miri’s body with his own just as the wizard storm hit.

  Black clouds, dark as night, engulfed the boat. Buffeting wind came at them from every direction. The boat heeled violently and Stephano thought for an agonizing moment that they were going to flip over. He couldn’t see anything until the lightning sizzled, and then everything was lit for an instant and then went dark. Thunder rolled over the boat. He clung to the bottom of the mast to keep himself from sliding across the canting deck. He heard a crash from below and he thought he heard a scream, but he couldn’t tell if the howl was a voice or the wind. His biggest fear was that one of the two cannons would break loose and go careening about the deck, crushing everything in its path. Another blast of wind hit the ship, this time from a different direction. One of the deck chairs flew across the deck, slammed into Stephano’s shin, and then went skittering off.

  As quickly as the storm struck, it was gone. The clouds rumbled past. The wind was no longer wild and erratic, but no one was relieved at the change. A strong, steady breeze was blowing the Cloud Hopper directly into the line of fire.

  Stephano jumped to his feet and looked around. Miri was safe, held fast in Dag’s arms. He released her and she remained at the helm, both of them flushed and breathless and unable to look at each other.

  Stephano opened the hatch. “Rigo! Gythe! Are you all right?”

  Rodrigo came up onto the deck, followed by Gythe, holding fast to Doctor Ellington. Rodrigo was bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Gythe was unharmed and so was the cat, though he was howling and spitting angrily, all “furred out,” his tail bristling like a bottle brush.

  Gythe deposited the cat onto the deck. The Doctor ran immediately to his hiding place beneath one of the cannons and glared at them, certain they were responsible. The houseboat was being carried straight toward the battle. The wizard storm evaporated. The sun shone on the twin spires of the cathedral, the burning cutter, and the attacking bats.

  Stephano whipped out the spyglass and brought it to his eye.

  “Miri,” he said, keeping his voice deliberately calm, “you need to take us away from here.”

  Miri’s hands flew over the sigils. She turned her head, glared at him.

  “I’m trying, damn it! We’re being sucked into a vortex-”

  “It’s the magic,” Rodrigo said, dabbing at the cut on his head with his handkerchief. “This storm wasn’t caused by atmospheric changes in air pressure. This storm was caused by a disruption in the magic of the Breath.”

  Dag was frowning. “Remember the writings of Saint Marie. ‘And on that day the Gates of Hell will open and the fell legions of Aertheum will fly forth on hideous beasts and the Breath will erupt in fire and the stars fall… ’ ”

  “Ah,” said Rodrigo, looking at the blood on the handkerchief. “Hit by a falling star. That explains it.”

  Dag glowered. He was a devout man and took his faith very seriously.

  “Not the time for jesting, Rigo,” said Stephano quietly.

  Rodrigo nodded his head toward Gythe. “Look at her if you don’t believe me. She feels the magic. And so can I. I’ve gone all gooseflesh and it’s not because I’m shivering with terror-even though I am. Our little boat is caught in the wild, foaming waters of a magical rapids.”

  Rodrigo pointed to the giant bats and their demonic riders. “Wherever they have come from, that green fire is not ‘fire.’ It’s magic of some sort. Very powerful magic. So powerful that it is fomenting this wizard storm. Which must mean…”

  He paused, his brows drawing together in thought.

  “But it can’t be… It’s not possible!”

  “Rigo-”

  “Not now. I have to think.”

  Rodrigo went back down belowdecks. They heard a thud and a crash and a “Bloody Hell! Where are my books?” Followed by, “Oh, never mind, I found them,” and then silence.

  Stephano was only half-listening. They were being sucked rapidly closer to the coastline. The abbey and its walls were now visible through the mists. Bats swarmed over the walls. The abbey itself was under assault. On board the cutter, the sailors had managed to douse the flames, but the mast was gone. The captain had ordered chains dropped over the sides, to keep the bats from attacking the ship from below. A few cannons continued to fire. The cutter, though crippled, was gamely fighting on. But as Stephano watched, the cutter fired a distress signal.

  The dragon flew in circles above the ship, no longer fighting the bats. Naval officers had small use for dragons, anyway, and Stephano could imagine the captain’s rage at the dragon who had accidentally set the mast on fire. The captain must have furiously ordered the dragon to keep his distance.

  And yet, Stephano thought, the dragon has a much better chance of killing these monsters with his fire than the naval gunners have of hitting one of the swift flying creatures. The Cloud Hopper was being drawn ever closer.

  “They’ve seen us,” said Stephano.

  Several bats had veered off from the attack on the cutter. The demon riders, with their strange fiery orange eyes, seemed to be staring straight at him. He hurriedly lowered the spyglass and turned to Gythe.

  “Those spells of yours. Will they protect the boat?”

  Gythe cast a frightened glance at the bats and shrank away. Shaking her head, she put her hands over her ears.

  “She is afraid of the… er… demons,” said
Miri with a glance at Dag. “Gythe says their words hurt her. They’re trying to get inside her head.”

  “Words? I don’t hear any words. And how can they get inside her?”

  Miri gave a helpless shrug. “I don’t know what she means.”

  Stephano took hold of Gythe’s hands and drew them away from her ears, forcing her to listen to him.

  “Gythe, dear, we don’t have a choice. Those demons or whatever they are have seen us. They may attack us at any moment. Those spells of protection you cast… This is the reason you cast them! Does your magic work?”

  Gythe looked uncertain, then she gave him a tremulous smile and tilted her head and made a gesture with her hand as of something coming out of her throat.

  “She needs to sing the magic,” said Miri, translating. “If she sings, the protection spells will work.”

  “Good,” Stephano said. He paused, struck by a sudden, unwelcome thought. “These spells won’t stop us from firing our guns at the bats, will they? I mean, the cannonballs won’t bounce off the magic and hit us…”

  Gythe flashed an indignant look at him and made a rude gesture. Miri started to translate. Stephano grinned.

  “No need. I understand. I’m sorry, Gythe. It was a stupid question. Dag-”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Stephano cleared his throat, uncomfortable. “If those creatures are demons…”

  “ ‘The righteous will be called upon to drive them back through the gates,’ sir,” said Dag.

  “Yes, good,” said Stephano, relieved.

  “We’ll use the swivel guns,” said Dag. “No time to load the cannons.”

  The swivel guns were small, breech-loading cannons mounted on the rail of the boat. The guns had removable chambers that could be preloaded with powder and grapeshot and then inserted into the breech. Once the gun had been fired, all the gunner had to do was to remove the spent chamber and ram home another. The four swivel guns also had the advantage of mobility. The gunner could pick one up and carry it to another part of the ship, whereas the cannons were mounted on trucks that were roped in place.

 

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