Goldmoon sank deeper into her fur cape. She wore the soft doeskin breeches of her people with a fringed overskirt and belted tunic. Her boots were made of soft leather. Water had sloshed over the edge of the boat when Caramon had thrown Flint aboard. The water made the doeskin cling to her, and soon she was chilled and shivering.
“Take my cape,” Riverwind said in their language, starting to remove his bearskin cloak.
“No.” She shook her head. “You have been suffering from the fever. I never get sick, you know that. But”-she looked up at him and smiled-“you may put your arm around me, warrior. The heat from our bodies will warm us both.”
“Is that a royal command. Chieftain’s Daughter?” Riverwind whispered teasingly, drawing her close to him.
“It is,” she said, leaning against his strong body with a sigh of contentment. She looked up into the starry heavens, then stiffened and caught her breath in alarm.
“What is it?” Riverwind asked, staring up.
The others in the boat, although they had not understood the exchange, heard Goldmoon’s gasp and saw her eyes transfixed by something in the night sky.
Caramon poked his brother and said, “Raist, what is it? I don’t see anything.”
Raistlin sat up, cast back his hood, then coughed. When the spasm passed, he searched the night sky. Then he stiffened, and his eyes widened. Reaching out with his thin, bony hand, Raistlin clutched Tanis’s arm, holding onto it tightly as the half-elf involuntarily tried to pull away from the mage’s skeletal grip. “Tanis . . .” Raistlin wheezed, his breath nearly gone. “The constellations . . .”
“What?” Tanis was truly startled by the pallor of the mage’s metallic gold skin and the feverish luster of his strange eyes. “What about the constellations?”
“Gone!” rasped Raistlin and lapsed into a fit of coughing. Caramon put his arm around him, holding him close, almost as if the big man were trying to hold his brother’s frail body together. Raistlin recovered, wiped his mouth with his hand. Tanis saw that his, fingers were dark with blood. Raistlin took a deep breath, then spoke.
“The constellation known as the Queen of Darkness and the one called Valiant Warrior. Both gone. She has come to Krynn, Tanis, and he has come to fight her. All the evil rumors we have heard are true. War, death, destruction . . .” His voice died in another fit of coughing.
Caramon held him. “C’mon, Raist,” he said soothingly.
“Don’t get so worked up. It’s only a bunch of stars.”
“Only a bunch of stars,” Tanis repeated flatly. Sturm began to row again, pulling swiftly for the opposite bank.
6
Night in a cave. Dissension. Tanis decides.
A chill wind began to blow across the lake. Storm clouds rolled across the sky from the north, obliterating the gaping black holes left by the fallen stars. The companions hunched down in the boat, pulling their cloaks tighter around them as the rain spattered down. Caramon joined Sturm at the oars. The big warrior tried to talk to the knight, but Sturm ignored him. He rowed in grim silence, occasionally muttering to himself in Solamnic.
“Sturm! There-between the great rocks to the left!” Tanis called out, pointing.
Sturm and Caramon pulled hard. The rain made sighting the landmark rocks difficult and, for a moment, it seemed that they had lost their way in the darkness. Then the rocks suddenly loomed ahead. Sturm and Caramon brought the boat around. Tanis sprang out over the side and pulled it to shore. Torrents of rain lashed down. The companions climbed from the boat, wet and chilled. They had to lift the dwarf out-Flint was stiff as a dead goblin from fear. Riverwind and Caramon hid the boat in the thick underbrush. Tanis led the rest up a rocky trail to a small opening in the cliff face.
Goldmoon looked at the opening dubiously. It seemed to be no more than a large crack in the surface of the cliff. Inside, however, the cave was large enough for all of them to stretch out comfortably.
“Nice home.” Tasslehoff glanced around. “Not much in the way of furniture.”