THE SEA HAG by David Drake

As for his clothing…

“Ah, I’d very much appreciate—something to replace these,” Dennis said. “I—the thorns, you know.”

“Clothing of course,” said Conall heartily. “And a meal, at least. You surely won’t deprive us of a chance to talk with you during a banquet, will you?”

“Well, I…” Dennis said, losing his train of thought as he stared at Aria’s crystal pendant. The three balls were rotating within one another, each on a separate axis. Their carved surfaces made patterns which changed the way the shadow pictures moved when a breeze stirred the leaves of Dennis’ dream.

“And maybe Prince Dennis wouldn’t mind taking a bath,” Gannon said harshly from beside Aria where he now stood.

“I’ll take him to a room where he can change, father,” Aria said coolly, turning her head as if the King’s Champion hadn’t spoken.

“Certainly, daughter,” Conall agreed, but his eyes were on Chester. “Ah, Dennis?” the king went on. “That is a—an artifact from the Age of Settlement, is it not?”

“Yes, Chester,” Dennis agreed, reaching back and feeling his palm warmed by the tentacle it had snatched itself away from a few moments before. “We came from Emath together. We’re friends.”

Gannon smiled.

Flushing again, Dennis said, “This may interest you, Champion.”

He slid the Founder’s Sword a hand’s breadth from its scabbard; not quite a threat but enough to show the blade’s rugged lines. “It’s from the Age of Settlement too. It’s made of star-metal.”

Conall smiled also. “How interesting,” he said, bending forward to peer more closely. “May I?”

Dennis thought the king was going to take the sword. Instead, Conall flicked his hand so that the nail of his index finger rang against the flat of the blade.

He straightened. “How interesting,” he repeated without emotion. “We have many artifacts of the Settlement here as well. I see you noticed my daughter’s pendant.”

“Is that what he was staring at?” Aria said with a twinkle of amusement.

Dennis flushed. Conall blinked. Gannon looked as though he’d been slapped.

“Yes, well,” said the king. “Do please take our guest to a room. The banquet will begin as soon as he’s refreshed himself.”

“In our apartments, I think,” said Aria.

Dennis watched the by-play between the princess and her father, but none of it made sense to him.

“I don’t think—” Conall began doubtfully.

“It’s closer,” Aria said. “And it needn’t be for long.”

Gannon gave a snort.

“Yes, well, of course,” Conall said at last. “Whatever you think best, child.”

Aria gestured Dennis to come with her. The wall opened into a doorway just as Dennis was sure that she was about to walk into something solid.

But as he followed, watching the dress sway against her softly-curved body, he was sure of one thing: Aria wasn’t a child.

CHAPTER 27

They were striding down a hallway, narrower and not as high as the corridor through which Dennis had been led to the assembly chamber. It was bland—but bright and cheerful, filled with the same diffused light as the larger volumes.

“Here, this will do,” Aria said. Another door opened—would they do that for him? “Just ask for what you need, bath, clothing—whatever. Everyone’s waiting in the assembly hall, but you needn’t rush.”

Her face lost its look of superiority though not the bitter humor that had always underlain it. “We have plenty of time here in Rakastava.”

“Ah…” Dennis said. Chester could help him figure things out. Aria certainly wasn’t coming into the room with him. He’d never thought that she would, never… “Thank you.”

He stepped into the room. Its walls were sand colored, the hue of the shaded side of dunes in late afternoon.

“You aren’t like most of the wanderers we see here,” Aria said. “Vagabonds, really.”

“Pardon?”

She turned away. Her skirt flowed silently as she swept back up the hallway. “It doesn’t matter,” she tossed over her shoulder.

“How do I close the door, Chester?” Dennis whispered to his companion.

“Tell the door to close, Dennis,” the robot replied.

“Ah, close, door.”

“If you meet a beautiful woman,” Chester went on as the wall spread itself back over the door opening, “prove that your control over your body is greater than hers.”

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