“—I beg you, ask for something else. Anything I can give you. My—my ships, they bring cargoes from every port the sea bounds.”
“Salt water is my kingdom,” rumbled the creature in its great stinking voice. “Every shore the sea bounds is mine to travel more swiftly than you or your ships can dream, King Hale.”
“Caravans from the interior bring me jewels and wonders that the seas have never known!” Hale said with desperate brightness. “Things from ancient times, marvelous things. Ask me for anything, goodlady, anything!”
He was rubbing his hands unconsciously. They jerked apart every time pain brought the open blisters to his attention—and then began washing one another again, because nothing in Hale’s immediate physical reality could stay in his mind very long.
“Nothing…” said the sea hag—though Dennis thought there was for the first time a hesitation in the voice that had been all arrogant certainty before.
“Nothing, King Hale—” the hesitation was gone “—but the price of our bargain, your firstborn. Bring me the price agreed!”
“G-g-g—” Hale stuttered into the cavern of blood-rich tissues and bone. He covered his eyes with his hands. “Goodlady, I beg you—a delay, please. Not my son. Not now.”
The sea hag’s booming laughter shook the vessel almost as the thunder had done moments before. “Ah, shall I show you mercy again, King Hale? Is that what you think?”
“Please.”
“Then I will give you twelve years more with your son,” said the creature, “to see how much less you love him after you know him the longer. But Hale…?”
“Please. Please.”
“I will have the price of my bargain the next time we meet. Depend on it.”
As the creature sank, a further bolt of lightning raked the sky, making Hale’s hair stand out and reopening to view depths that should have remained hidden.
The sight and echoing thunder left Dennis shivering when the velvet room closed in around him and he had a body again.
Dennis’ skin was hot and his head buzzed. He felt as though he were about to faint, so he squatted down on the cold crystal floor and put his head between his knees.
Chester looped a limb over his master’s shoulders and hugged gently.
“What can I do, Chester?” Dennis whispered. He didn’t open his eyes, but his hand reached out to embrace Chester’s smooth carapace. “I’ll have to go t-to it.”
“Your father will not give you up, Dennis,” said the robot.
Dennis rose to his feet, bracing his hand on Chester’s body and partly supported by another of the robot’s tentacles. The moment of real collapse had passed, but he didn’t trust the strength of his knees just yet.
“He has to give me up, Chester,” he said quietly. “Everything we have—everything we are—comes from the sea hag. If she takes back… Emath, the harbor, the palace… there’s nothing. Everyone here will starve. And we’re responsible for them b-because we’re the rulers.”
He squeezed his lips tightly together to keep them from quivering. His eyes looked unblinkingly at his companion, but he could not prevent the tears from dribbling down because of what he had seen—and was sure he must go to join.
“Now I know why Dad wouldn’t let me go out in the boats,” Dennis said. “He beat me when I sneaked aboard one of the big trading ships when I was little.”
“The man who spoils his son, spoils himself,” commented the robot.
“But that didn’t matter!” Dennis shouted in sudden anger at the memory. “He can’t save me from the sea hag because he can’t save Emath!”
“Parol is here, Dennis,” said Chester without any sign of emotion in the words.
CHAPTER 7
A man-sized cloud of light, mauve and blue and angry orange, danced through the opening in the velvet-shrouded room. “Prepare to meet your doom, interlopers!” it cried.
The cloud’s voice was understandable but not right. Its words were speeded up a trifle beyond human speech, turning them into bird-like chirps.
Under normal circumstances the situation would have been startling—even fearful, despite the way the threat was twittered instead of being boomed. But the doom Dennis had seen in the lightning-lit depths of the sea had wrung him too thoroughly for anything with the apprentice magician behind it to arouse fear.