"What? Oh, yes. I'm fine, Pol—just a little puzzled, that's all. If there is a ship out there, I'd sort of like to know who arranged for it and how they knew that we were going to arrive at this particular spot."
"More important than that," Silk added, "I'd like to know how we're going to tell them that we've arrived. That fog's like a blanket out there."
"Toth says they already know we're here," Durnik told him. "They'll probably show up in the next half hour or so."
"Oh?" Belgarath said curiously. "And who sent this ship in the first place?"
"He said it was Cyradis."
"I'm going to have to have a long talk with that young lady one of these days," Belgarath said. "She's starting to make me just a little uneasy about certain things."
"They went back," Eriond told them as he stood stroking the bowed neck of his stallion.
"Who did?" Garion asked.
"The Raveners," the boy replied, pointing back up the hill. "They gave up and started back toward the woods."
"And without even saying good-bye," Silk added with a tight grin. "I don't know what's happened to people's manners these days."
The ship that came ghosting out of the fog was curiously built with a high prow and stern and broad sails on her twin masts.
"What's making it go?" Ce'Nedra asked, staring curiously at the shadowy shape.
"I don't quite follow you," Garion said.
"They aren't rowing," she pointed out, "and there isn't even a hint of a breeze."
He looked sharply back at the ship and saw immediately that she was right. There were no oars protruding from the ghostly ship's sides; but in spite of the dead-calm, foggy air, the sails were bellied outward, and the vessel moved smoothly through the oily-looking water.
"Is it sorcery?" she asked him.
He pushed his mind out, searching for some hint. "It doesn't seem to be," he replied. "At least not any kind that I know about."
Belgarath stood not far away, his expression profoundly disapproving.
"How are they moving the ship, Grandfather?" Garion asked him. •
"It's a form of witchcraft," the old man told him, still scowling, "unpredictable and usually not very reliable." He turned to Toth. "You want us to go on board that?" he asked.
Toth nodded.
"Will it take us to Verkat?"
Toth nodded again.
"You mean that it will, if the sprite that's pushing it doesn't get bored with the idea—or decide that it might be funny to take us in the opposite direction."
Toth held out both hands.
"He says to trust him," Durnik supplied.
"I wish people would quit saying that to me."
The ship slowed, and her keel ground gently on the gravel bottom. A broad ramp came sliding out over the side, and its weighted end sank in about three feet of water. Toth, leading his reluctant horse, waded out to the ramp. Then he turned and looked inquiringly back at the rest of them. He motioned with his arm.
"He says we're supposed to board now," Durnik said.
"I heard him," Belgarath growled. "All right, I suppose we might as well." Sourly, he took his horse's reins and waded out into the water.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The crew of the strange ship all wore rough, cowled tunics made of heavy cloth. The bones of their faces were prominent, giving their features a peculiarly hewn-out look and, like Toth, they were all mutes. They went about their work in absolute silence. Garion, accustomed to the bawling and cursing which accompanied the labors of Cherek sailors, found this stillness peculiar, even slightly unnerving. The ship itself made none of the usual sounds. There was no rasp of oars in their locks, no creak of rigging, no groaning of timbers—only the faint wash and run of water along the sides as they were propelled out across the fog-muffled sea by some force or spirit Garion could not even comprehend.Once the shore behind had sunk into the fog, there was no reference point, no hint of direction. The silent ship moved on.
Garion stood with his arm about Ce'Nedra's shoulders. The peculiar combination of his near-exhaustion from the ordeal in the wood of the Raveners and the pervading gloom of dark, unbroken water and thick-hanging fog made his mood melancholy and his thoughts abstracted. It was enough merely to stand at the side of his weary wife, holding her in the protecting curve of his arm and to look blankly, uncomprehendingly into the fog.
"What in the world is that?" Velvet exclaimed from somewhere behind him. He turned and looked toward the stern. From out of the pearly fog, there came a ghostly white bird with impossible wings—pinions that appeared longer than a tall man might stretch his arms. The wings did not move, and yet the silent bird came on, gliding through the misty air like a disembodied spirit.
"Albatross," Polgara identified the magnificent creature.
"Aren't they supposed to be bad luck?" Silk asked.
"Are you superstitious, Prince Kheldar?"
"Not exactly, but—" He left it hanging.
"It's a sea bird, nothing more," she told him.
"Why does it have such enormous wings?" Velvet asked curiously.
"It flies great distances over open water," Polgara said. "The wings hold it aloft without any effort. It's very practical."
The great-winged bird tilted in the air, giving forth a strange, lonely cry, a sound that carried in it all the emptiness of a vast, rolling sea.
Polgara inclined her head in response to that strange greeting.
"What did he say, Pol?" Durnik asked her in an oddly subdued voice.
"It was quite formal," she replied. "Sea birds have a great deal of dignity—perhaps because they spend so much time alone. It gives them leisure to formulate their thoughts, I suppose. Land birds babble a great deal, but sea birds try to be profound."
"They're strange creatures, aren't they—birds I mean?"
"Not once you get used to them." She looked out at the alabaster bird coasting in the silent air beside the ship with an indecipherable expression on her face.
The albatross moved his great wings and pulled ahead of the ship to station himself just in front of the prow, hanging apparently motionless in the mist.
Belgarath had been staring up at the sails, which bellied out improbably in the dead-calm air. Finally he grunted and turned to Toth. "How long does the trip to Verkat take?" he asked.
Toth measured out a short space with his hands.
"That's not very specific, my friend."