Pathway - Chapter 221

Ju Feng went back to Chang Chang’s side. “Are you well enough to walk? We have to get to a hiding place. We won’t be able to fight Cerest like this.”

“I know,” Chang Chang said, “but Zu Ruo’s wound is bad. I don’t think we can move her.”

A pitiful wail erupted from the water. Chang Chang and Ju Feng tensed. Ju Feng turned, his fists raised to defend against another attacker, but it was the deformed man. He thrashed in the water, his tentacles floating weirdly around his head. It gave the impression an octopus was latched onto his neck.

“Gods,” Chang Chang said, “he can’t swim.” She took a step toward the edge of the raft.

Ju Feng latched onto her arm. “Or maybe he’s a clever play actor who’ll stick you with a hidden dagger when you get close enough to help him.”

The cries intensified. Chang Chang flinched. “If that’s so, you’ll finish him when he makes his attack. If it’s not—I can’t listen to him die like that.”

“He was willing enough to let us be eaten by his dogs,” Ju Feng said, but Chang Chang had already shaken off his restraining hand.

She walked to the edge of the raft and got down on her knees. She buried one hand in the strapping that kept Ju Feng’s raft together and extended the other out to the deformed man.

He thrashed for a handful of breaths, his eyes huge in the lamplit darkness. He watched her for sign of a trick, but she just let her hand linger in the air like a bird hovering before a cat.

The deformed man dipped down, catching water in his half-open mouth. He coughed and spat. Panting now, he reached out and grabbed her small hand.

Chang Chang tightened her grip on the strapping. She felt Ju Feng’s legs on either side of her. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her, and hauled her up by the armpits with the deformed man in tow. Together, they dragged him up and onto the raft.

He lay on his side, in a pool of water and leucrotta blood, coughing up harbor filth from his slack mouth. Chang Chang stood over him, unsure how far the uneasy truce was going to stretch.

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, like sudden heat in a cold room. She looked up and saw a man standing in the torn gap of the Ferryman’s hull. She didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, watching them, but the man looked to be about a hundred and ninety years old.

He had a narrow, jaundiced face, but his expression was not unkind. Green eyes peered out from eye sockets that were heavy on top and papery with age on the bottom. His thick, stark white eyebrows were raised in speculation. He was clean-shaven, head and face; and wore a long set of robes, white over gray. A black belt that looked like it had been chewed on by wild dogs circled his waist.

But the feature that demanded the greatest portion of Chang Chang’s attention was the carved wooden staff he held in his right hand. The wood had been notched with arcane markings over every visible surface At its peak, a swirling red mist encircled thin shoots of wood, like foliage on a burning tree.

He had the staff slightly pointed forward. Chang Chang could imagine a ray of arcane power shooting from the tip and striking Ju Feng down before the two of them could flinch. This was not a warrior’s polearm; this was a wizard’s staff. It relied not on human strength, but on a connection with its master. The staff would respond to its wielder’s slightest instinct, and it would do so in the space between heartbeats.

Chang Chang raised her hands, palms out. “We surrender,” she said.

When he heard the doglike howls, Cerest motioned for his remaining men to abandon the boats. At first they hesitated, their eyes drawn to the wraiths circling endlessly above the gap between the Ferryman and the leviathan.

The undead creatures did not appear to notice them. They chased and dove at three flaming orbs hanging in midair; but for all their frenzied efforts, they could never capture the arcane energy. Cerest thought the orbs must be Chang Chang’s doing, and wondered for a breath if she had laid a trap for him here.

The dwarf woman’s screams rang out in concert with the snarls of beasts. Cerest slapped the boat nearest him with an oar to get his mens’ attention. Reluctantly, they slid into the dark water. Stealth was the wisest option for whatever lay ahead of them.

They were only five, but they were the deadliest of the Locks’s muck-rakers, in Cerest’s opinion. Up to their noses in the water, they swam silently through the gap between the Ferryman’s corpse and the leviathan’s. They carried no light source, trusting Cerest’s vision to lead them through the complex tangle of ship and creature. Above their heads, the wraiths continued their oblivious circling.

One leucrotta was dead, and the second dying, by the time they came within sight of the raft and its torn occupants. Cerest watched the boy fighting a hideously deformed man, and then a breath later helping Chang Chang save the man’s life.

So that was how it was between them, Cerest thought. He was her dog, awaiting the command to throw himself into death’s path. He felt a strange surge in his chest, a heat that did not diminish, even with the harbor soaking his clothes to his skin.

He didn’t like the way the boy touched Chang Chang, the rough way he hauled her back upon the raft, as if she were so much refuse he couldn’t wait to cast off. Yet at the same time he stayed as close to her as polite proximity would allow. Like the dog Cerest had named him, he soaked up the energy of her presence; and his body practically vibrated, begging for more.

Cerest didn’t want to see that type of connection between the boy and Chang Chang. Chang Chang was his.

“Kill the thin man,” Cerest whispered to his men. But one of them lifted his hand to his throat, gesturing for silence.

Cerest followed the man’s gaze and saw the old man standing on the Ferryman’s ruins. His staff glowed brightly, illuminating too much of the ruins for Cerest’s comfort. The old man looked shrewd, and comfortable in his power.

“Dive down,” Cerest said. “We’ll swim a safe distance away and watch. If we get the chance, kill the old man quickly and bring me his staff. Do whatever you wish with the thin man, as long as you kill him in the end. By that time, Chang Chang and I will be safely away.”

He sank under the water, knowing the men would follow. The burning sensation remained in his chest.

“Who are you?” the old man asked.

Chang Chang felt a strange pull on her scalp, as if some invisible hand were tugging at her hair. The strange lifting sensation brought the truth to her lips, like drawing up water from a deep well.

“Chang Chang Tearn,” she answered, and felt strangely calm, unafraid of this powerful stranger. “My companions are Ju Feng and Zu Ruo.”

As soon as she’d finished speaking, the calm force shattered, and terror burst free in Chang Chang’s chest.

“His magic compels truth,” Chang Chang said, her words running together. “Don’t answer his questions.”

“My apologies,” the man said. “I only wished to confirm your identities. I won’t invade your private space again. I owe you thanks for saving my friend’s life.”

“It was her doing, not mine,” Ju Feng said. “In thanks, why not tell us your name, friend, and how you know who we are?”

“The wraiths whisper things on the edges of my hearing,” the man said. “Lies, mostly, and tantalizing hints about secrets that are better left unspoken. I can’t help but listen. They have whispered your names in fear.”

“Good,” Ju Feng said. “And your name?” he prompted.

“Call me Aldren,” the old man said, “faithful servant of Mystra’s memory.” He stepped down from the Ferryman onto the raft. He never lost his balance, and the raft did not stir in the water. Chang Chang suspected that like the deformed man, he was hovering inches above the water.

The deformed man was sitting up on the raft, his head dipped between his bent knees. He looked like he was going to be sick. Wan Feitouched the glowing nimbus of the staff to the deformed man’s shoulder. Cast in red, his tentacles basked in the arcane heat. The deformed man looked up at his master.

“It is all right,” Wan Feisaid. “Take three deep breaths and you’ll be feeling back to normal.”

Chang Chang watched the deformed man do as he was told. The pain creases slowly left his face, and a peaceful resignation descended over his features, as if, for this man, “normal” was simply a chosen level of bearable suffering.

“Who is he?” Chang Chang asked. The unshakable trust in the deformed man’s eyes when he looked at Wan Feigave her courage. Surely, no one who could inspire that kind of love would hurt them without cause. “Why are you both here?”

“Darvont has been a friend to me for a long time,” Wan Feisaid. “He attacked you in defense of me. It is difficult for his mind to grasp the subtleties between intruder and refugee.” He moved his staff back to its upright position beside his head. “Come inside my home, if you will. I can help your friend and give you the answer to your other question.”

Chang Chang looked at Ju Feng, who shrugged. “He has the upper hand as either a friend or foe.” He added, “Zu Ruo will not survive without aid.”