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〃But they do。〃 Josua spoke loudly。 〃One of the sea…watchers gave her life so Miriamele could escape。 What stronger answer do you need？〃
〃They haven't kept the kilpa as far away as I'd like。〃 He made the sign of the Tree。 〃Josua； we have been attacked three times already！〃
〃And would have been attacked more often were it not for Nin Reisu and her brother and sister Niskies； I have no doubt；〃 said Josua。 〃You have been on deck。 You've seen the cursed things swimming all around。 The seas are choked with them。〃
Isgrimnur nodded somberly。 He had indeed seen the kilpa…far too many of them…swarming about the fleet； active as eels in a barrel。 They had boarded the flagship several times； once in daylight。 Despite the agony of his ribs； the duke had killed two of the hooting things himself； then spent hours trying to wash the oily； foul…smelling blood from his hands and face。 〃I know；〃 he said at last。 〃It is as if they have been sent by our enemy to hold us back。〃
〃Perhaps they have。〃 Josua poured a bit of wine into his cup。 〃I find it strange that the kilpa should rise and the ghants should e pouring out of the swamps at just the same moment。 Our enemy's reach is long； Isgrimnur。〃
〃Little Tiamak believes that was happening in the ghant nest when we found him…that somehow Stormspike was using him and the other Wrannamen to talk to those bugs。〃 The thought of Tiamak's countrymen used by the ghants； burned up like candles and then discarded； and of the hundreds of Nabbanai mariners dragged away to a hideous death by the kilpa； made Isgrimnur curl his fist and wish for something to hit。 〃What kind of a demon could do such things； Josua？ What kind of an enemy is this； that we cannot see and cannot strike？〃
〃The greatest enemy we have。〃 The prince sipped his wine； swaying as the ship pitched again。 〃An enemy we must defeat； no matter the cost。〃
The cabin door swung open。 Camaris steadied himself； then entered； his scabbard scraping the doorframe。 The old knight's cloak drizzled water on the floor。
〃What did Nin Reisu say？〃 Josua asked as he poured wine for Camaris。 〃Will Emettin's Jewel hold together for one more night？〃
The old man drained his cup and stared at the lees。
〃Camaris？〃 Josua moved toward him。 〃What did Nin Reisu say？〃
After a moment； the knight looked up。 〃I cannot sleep。〃
The prince shared a worried look with Isgrimnur。 〃I do not understand。〃
〃I have been up on deck。〃
Isgrimnur thought that was obvious from the water puddling on the floor。 The old knight seemed even more fearfully distracted than was usual。 〃What's wrong； Camaris？〃
〃I cannot sleep。 This sword is in my dreams。〃 He pawed fitfully at Thorn's hilt。 〃I hear it 。。。 singing to me。〃 Camaris tugged it a short way out of the scabbard； a length of pure darkness。 〃I carried this sword for years。〃 He struggled for words。 〃I。。。 felt it sometimes； especially in battle。 But never this way。 I think 。。。 I think it is alive。〃
Josua looked at the blade with more than a little distrust。 〃Perhaps you should not carry it； Camaris。 You will be forced to take it up soon enough。 Put it somewhere safe。〃
〃No。〃 The old man shook his head。 His voice was heavy。 〃No； I dare not。 There are things to learn。 We do not know how to use these Great Swords against our enemy。 As you said； the time is fast ing。 Perhaps I can understand the song it sings。 Perhaps 。。。〃
The prince lifted his hand as if to dispute him； then let it fall。 〃You must do as you think best。 You are Thorn's master。〃
Camaris looked up solemnly。 〃Am I？ I thought so； once。〃
〃e； have some more wine；〃 Isgrimnur urged him。 He tried to rise from his stool but decided against it。 The battles with the kilpa had set back his recovery。 Wincing； he signaled to Josua to refill the old man's cup。 〃It is hard not to feel haunted when the wind howls and the sea flings us about like dice in a cup。〃
〃Isgrimnur is right。〃 Josua smiled。 〃Here； drink up；〃 The room lurched once more； and wine splashed onto his wrist。 〃e； while there is more in the cup than on the floor。〃
Camaris was silent for long moments。 〃I must speak to you； Josua；〃 he said abruptly。 〃Something weighs upon my soul。〃
Puzzled； the prince waited。
The knight's face seemed almost gray as he turned to the duke。 〃Please； Isgrimnur； I must talk with Josua alone。〃
〃I am your friend； Camaris；〃 said the duke。 〃If anyone is to blame for bringing you here； it's me。 If something is plaguing you； I want to help。〃
〃This is a shame that burns。 I would not tell Josua； but that he needs to hear it。 Even as I lie sleepless for fear of what the sword will do； God punishes me for my secret sin。 I pray that if I make this right； He will give me the strength to understand Thorn and its brother swords。 But please do not force me to bare this shame to you as well。〃 Camaris looked truly old； his features slack； his eyes wandering。 〃Please。 I beg you。〃
Confused and more than a little frightened； Isgrimnur nodded。 〃As you wish； Camaris。 Of course。〃
Isgrimnur was debating whether he should wait in the narrow passageway any longer when the cabin door opened and Camaris emerged。 The old knight brushed past； hunched beneath the low ceiling。 Before Isgrimnur could get more than half his question out； Camaris was gone down the passageway； thumping from wall to wall as Emettin's Jewel heaved in the storm's grip。
Isgrimnur knocked at the cabin door。 When the prince did not answer； he carefully pushed it open。 The prince was staring at the lamp； his blasted expression that of a man who has seen his own death。
〃Josua？〃
The prince's hand rose as though tugged by a string。 He seemed entirely leeched of spirit。 His voice was flat； terrible。 〃Go away； Isgrimnur。 Let me be alone。〃
The duke hesitated； but Josua's face decided him。 Whatever had happened in the cabin； there was nothing he could give the prince at this moment but solitude。
〃Send for me when you want me。〃 Isgrimnur backed out of the room。 Josua did not look up or speak； but continued to watch the lamp as though it were the only thing that might lead him out of ultimate darkness。
〃I am trying to understand。〃 Miriamele's head ached。 〃Tell me again about the swords。〃
She had been with the dwarrows for several days； as far as she could tell： it was hard to know for certain here in the rocky fastness below the Hayholt。 The shy earth…dwellers had continued to treat her well； but still refused to free her； Miriamele had argued； pleaded…even raged for a long hour； demanding to be released； threatening； cursing。 As her anger spent itself； the dwarrows had murmured among themselves worriedly。 They seemed so shocked and unsettled by her fury that she had almost felt ashamed of herself； but the embarrassment passed as quickly as the anger。
After all； she had decided； I did not ask to be brought here。 They say their reasons are good…then let their reasons make them feel better。 I shouldn 't have to。
She was convinced of； if not reconciled to； the reasons for her captivity。 The dwarrows seemed to sleep very little if at all； and only a few of them at a time ever left the wide cavern。 Whether they were telling her the entire truth or not； she did not doubt that there was something out there that frightened the slender； wide…eyed creatures very badly。
〃The swords；〃 said Yis…fidri。 〃Very well； I will try better to explain。 You saw that we knew the arrow； even though we did not make it？〃
〃Yes。〃 They had certainly seemed to know something significant was in the saddlebags； although it was possible they could have made up the story on the spot after finding it。
〃We did not make the arrow； but it was crafted by one who learned from us。 The three Great Swords are of our making； and we are bound to them。〃
〃You made the three swords？〃 This was what had confused her。 It did not match what she had been told。 〃I knew that your people made Minneyar for King Elvrit of Rimmsersgard…but not that they forged the other two as well。 Jarnauga said that the sword Sorrow was made by Ineluki himself。〃
〃Speak not his name！〃 Several of the other dwarrows looked up and chimed a few unsettled words which Yis…fidri answered before turning back to Miriamele。 〃Speak not his name。 He is closer than he has been in centuries。 Do not call his attention！〃
It's like being in a whole cave full of Strangyeards； thought Miriamele。 They seem afraid of everything。 Still； Binabik had said much the same thing。 〃Very well。 I won't say 。。。 his name。 But that story is not what I was told。 A learned man said that 。。。 he 。。。 made it himself in the forges of Asu'a。〃
The dwarrow sighed。 〃Indeed。 We were the smiths of Asu'a…or at least some of our people were 。。。 some who had not fled our Zida'ya masters； but who were still Navigator's Children for all that； still as like to us as two chunks of ore from the same vein。 They all died when the castle fell。〃 Yis…fidri chanted a brief lament in the dwarrow tongue； his wife Yis…hadra echoed him。 〃He used the Hammer that Shapes to forge it…our Hammer… and the Words of Making that we taught to him。 It might as well have been our own High Smith's hand that crafted it。 In that terrible instant； wheresoever we were； scattered across the world's face。。。 we felt Sorrow's making。 The pain of it is with us still。〃 He fell silent for a long time。 'That the Zida'ya allowed such a thing。〃 he said at last； 〃is one of the reasons we have turned away from them。 We were so sorely diminished by that one act that we have ever since been crippled。〃
〃And Thorn？〃
Yis…fidri nodded his heavy head。 〃The mortal smiths of Nabban tried to work the star…stone。 They could not。 Certain of our people were sought out and brought secretly to the Imperator's palace。 These kin of ours were thought by most mortals to be only strange folk who watched the oceans and kept the ships safe from harm； but a small number knew that the old lore of Making and Shaping ran deep in all the Tinukeda'ya； even those who had chosen to remain with the sea。〃
〃Tinukeda'ya？〃 It took a moment to sink in。 〃But that's what Gan Itai 。。。 those are Niskies！〃
〃We are all Ocean Children；〃 said the dwarrow gravely。 〃Some decided to stay near the sea which forever separates us from the Garden of our birth。 Others chose more hidden and secretive ways； like the earth's dark places and the task of shaping stone。 You see； unlike our cousins the Zida'ya and Hikeda'ya； we Children of the Navigator can shape ourselves just as we shape other things。〃
Miriamele was dumbfounded。 〃You're 。。。 you and the Niskies are the same？〃 Now she understood the phantom of recognition that had troubled her upon first seeing Yis…fidri。 There was something in his bones； in his way of moving； that reminded her of Gan Itai。 But they looked so different！
〃We are not the same any more。 The act of shaping ourselves takes generations； and it changes more than just our outward seeming。 But much does not change。 The Dawn Children and Cloud Children are our cousins…but the sea…watchers are our sisters and brothers。〃
Miriamele sat back； trying to grasp what she had been told。 〃So you and the Niskies are the same。 And Niskies forged Thorn。〃 She shook her head。 〃You are saying； then； that you can feel all the Great Swords…even more strongly than you felt the White Arrow？〃 A sudden thought came to her。 〃Then you must know where Bright…Nail is…the sword that was called Minneyar！〃
Yis…fidri smiled sadly。 〃Yes； although your King John hung it with many prayers and relics and other mortal magicks； perhaps in the hope of concealing its true nature。 But you know your own arms and hands。 Princess Miriamele； do you not？ Would you know them any the less if they were still joined to you； but were clothed in some other mortal's jacket and gloves？〃
It was strange to think of her magnificent grandfather working so hard to hide Bright…Nail's heritage。 Was he ashamed of owning such a weapon？ Why？ 〃If you know these swords so well； can you tell me where Bright…Nail is now？〃
〃I cannot say； 'it is such and such a place；' no。 But it is somewhere near。 Somewhere within a