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Shrugging it off his shoulders； he moved it to his chest； putting the shoulder straps on backward and cinching them tight。 He opened its main flap。 Water rushed into the nondimensional space inside the pack。 When it was full…holding the equivalent of perhaps thirty waterskins…he closed the flap。 Many of the items the backpack held would be damaged； but that was a sacrifice that mattered little against his survival。
Valas swam directly under the waterfall； fighting the current with powerful strokes of his tail。 The water falling from above thundered in his ears and forced him down； but at last he saw a more solid patch of darkness ahead： the base of the cliff。 The current slammed him up against the rock before he was ready； but an instant later he found a handhold。 To his surprise； he felt claws emerge from the ends of his fingers and thumb that helped him hold on。 Muscles straining； he resisted the current that was trying to tear him away from the rock face。 Valas began to climb。
The closer he got to the surface； the stronger the pounding of the waterfall became。 Twice he slipped and was nearly swept back to the bottom of the lake； but he managed to hang on with one hand。 By thrashing his tail； he forced himself back against the cliff each time。 At last his head broke the surface。
He heaved himself up； scrambling for handholds and toeholds on the slippery cliff。 As he climbed； he held his breath…or rather； held water in his lungs。 When at last he could hold it no more； he exhaled through his mouth…a process that felt like vomiting； at least when he was no longer underwater…then he opened the flap of his backpack and plunged his head inside。 He inhaled deeply； then closed the flap and continued to climb。
Gradually he drew near to the tunnel mouth。 When he was perhaps a pace or two below its lip； Pharaun peeked out from above。 The mage had obviously been alerted by magic to Valas's presence…there was no way he could have heard someone climbing the cliff over the thunder of the falls。 The mage was casting a spell。
Valas…to Pharaun's eyes a 〃monster〃 rising from the lake…waved a webbed paw in a desperate attempt to fend off whatever magical attack was about to be launched at him。 Shaking his head； he pointed to the kukris sheathed at his hip。
Pharaun； oblivious； touched his forefingers to his eyes and flicked them downward； releasing his spell。 Valas felt a wash of magical energy tingle through his skin； and he flinched。 Flexing his claws still deeper into the crevices to which he clung； he waited for death to take him。
Above him； Pharaun's eyes widened。
Lifting a hand； he signed rapidly； Valas！ It is you。 What happened？
Sighing water in a trickle over his chin； Valas realized he had been reprieved。 Pharaun had recognized him by his kukris； after all…the spell had just been one that allowed him to see through the misshapen form Valas wore； to confirm the mercenary's identity。 He signed one brief word…Wait…and inhaled once again from his bag。
Valas climbed up to where Pharaun crouched； and heaved himself over the edge into the tunnel。 Slipping into the river； he grabbed a rock to hold himself against the current that threatened to carry him over the waterfall。
Quenthel； Danifae； and the hulking Jeggred were all still waiting by the river's edge。 The vipers in Quenthel's whip lifted their heads and quivered in alarm as they saw Valas； and Jeggred sniffed the air and bared his teeth； but Pharaun told them that the drow…thing was； in fact； their panion。 Danifae stared at Valas with an expression of open disgust； her perfect lips slightly curled； then she turned away。
〃Well？〃 Quenthel demanded。 〃Did you find the ship of chaos？〃
Valas shook his head。 Using the silent speech； he told his story； ducking his head underwater each time he needed to breathe。 Pharaun listened closely； looking grim as Valas told of his capture； then giving a congratulatory nod as the mercenary described his escape。 Quenthel's expression； however； had not changed。 Her lips remained tight； while her eyes blazed。
She turned on Pharaun； the vipers in her whip writhing； and said； 〃Your demon was lying。 The ship isn't here。〃
Pharaun raised an eyebrow and asked； 〃My demon？〃
〃We're no farther ahead than when we started；〃 Quenthel said。 〃You should have kept questioning Belshazu about gates。 This rothe…dung story about a ship of chaos was obviously just a lie to throw us off the track。〃
〃Off the track of what？〃 Pharaun asked； glaring back。 〃The only gate around here is the one in your imagination。 And it was your bright idea to have me summon a demon in the first place。〃
Valas didn't like the look in the mage's eyes。 Once again； Pharaun and Quenthel were on the verge of ing to blows。 The Master of Sorcere let a hand drift behind his back and had his fingers flexed； ready to cast a spell。 Jeggred crouched behind his aunt； clearly ready to spring at Pharaun's throat if any suspicious move was made。 Danifae； meanwhile； folded her arms across her chest and stared defiantly at Pharaun…while simultaneously edging out of the path of whatever spell he was about to cast。
Valas； sick of their endless bickering and ready to die anyway； having delivered his report； slammed the flat of his dagger against the stone floor of the tunnel。 Sparks exploded out from the blade like ripples from a rock hurled into a pond； crackling against both Pharaun's and Quenthel's feet。 Each jumped back…Quenthel immediately drawing her whip。
〃Insolent male；〃 she sneered。
The vipers spat； their fangs dripping venom。
Valas could see she was itching to use the whip against him。
Please do； he signed。 It is the swiftest way。
Quenthel frowned； confused by his reply； but Pharaun's mind proved the quicker again。
〃There is no need for that； valued mercenary；〃 the wizard said。 〃I can restore you to your proper； air…breathing； drow form。〃
Valas blinked； all thoughts of the viper whip driven from his mind。
You can？ the scout signed。 But you don't have healing magic。
〃That's true； but I can…〃
Quenthel spun…an awkward movement； forced to crouch as she was by the low ceiling…and said to the mage； 〃You can do nothing。 You will do nothing。 Valas will return to the lake and continue to search for the ship。〃
〃He'll only be captured if you send him back；〃 Pharaun objected。 〃He has no way to protect himself。 The aboleth will eat him this time。〃
He paused； and a thoughtful look crossed his face。
〃Just as；〃 the Master of Sorcere went on； 〃they have eaten others who dared trespass in their waters。 Including； perhaps； any manes who survived after the shipwreck。 And if they did eat any of these petty demons and thus acquired their memories。 。 。 。〃
Quenthel at last understood。
〃The aboleth would know where the ship of chaos sank；〃 she finished for him even as her vipers writhed in anticipation。
Pharaun turned back to Valas and asked； 〃What is the name of the city's matriarch？〃
Using sign； Valas spelled the name out phonetically。 O…o…t…h…o…o…n。
Pharaun nodded； then stared ou