Living space is a problem for dwarves on the seamoons. Since dwarves prefer to dwell below ground level, they build their homes in tunnels beneath the seamoon’s landmass. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the inner core of the moon is, in reality, a living being, the dwarves found themselves unable to go beyond a certain point. The dwarves don’t know the moon is alive; they struck a protective mass through which they could not penetrate.
However, it seems that my mother could not get it into her head that I was truly dead. She steadfastly refused to believe it, although Aunt Gertrude (so my father told me) actually went so far as to hint that my mother had lost her mind. At which point, according to my father, my mother decided to demonstrate her skill in ax-throwing, offering in a rather vigorous and alarming fashion to “part Gertrude’s hair” or words to that effect.
While my mother was hauling the battle-ax down from its place on the wall, my father mentioned casually to my aunt that while my mother’s throwing arm was still strong, her aim was not what it had been in their youth. Aunt Gertrude remembered suddenly that she had business elsewhere. She pried Fricka out of my room (probably with a winch) and they flounced off.
But I’ve wandered down a side tunnel, as the saying goes. The last I wrote, we were heading in our ship toward certain death and now we’re home safe and sound, and I really have no idea how or why.
No heroic battles in the dragon-snake cave. Just a lot of talk in a language none of us understood. Our ship broke up. We had to swim to the surface. The dragon-snakes found us, and instead of murdering us, they gave us presents and sent us into a cave. Then Haplo stayed up all night talking to them. When he finally came back, he said he was tired and didn’t want to talk and he’d explain everything some other time. But he assured us that we were safe and told us we could sleep securely and that in the morning we’d be going home!
We were astounded and discussed it quietly (Alake made us whisper so as not to disturb Haplo). We couldn’t unravel the tangle, however, and finally, being exhausted ourselves, we fell asleep.
The next morning, more food appeared, along with more presents. And, peeping out of the cave, I saw to my astonishment that our submersible, good as new, was moored on the shore. There was no sign of the dragon-snakes.
“The dragons fixed your ship,” said Haplo, between mouth-fuls of food. “We’ll use it to sail back home.”
He was eating something Alake had cooked and she was sitting beside him, .watching him with adoring eyes.
“They did it for you,” she said softly. “You saved us, as you promised. And now you’re taking us home. You will be a hero to our people. Whatever you want will be yours, Whatever you ask for will be granted.”
She was hoping, of course, that he’d ask to marry the chieftain’s daughter—meaning her.
Haplo shrugged and said he hadn’t done all that much. But I could tell he was pleased with himself. I noted that the blue marks had started coming back on his skin. Also that he took extreme care to avoid touching or even looking at a large jug full of water I’d brought in to wash the sleep out of my eyes.
I whispered to Devon, “I wonder where the bitter pill is in all this candy.”
“Only think, Grundle,” he whispered back, sighing rapturously, “in a few days I’ll be with Sabia!”
He hadn’t heard a word I’d said! And I’ll wager he hadn’t heard Haplo either, for that matter. Which just goes to show you how love—at least among humans and elves—can addle the brain. Thank the One we dwarves are different! I love Hartmut down to the last strand of hair in his beard, but I’d be ashamed to let my feelings reduce my mental capacities to the consistency of gruel.
But, there, I shouldn’t talk that way. Now that—
No, I’m getting ahead of myself.