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heard a loud thundering. It was the storm, they thought, come at last. Not the Dalree. Everyone rushed
out to shriek, wail, and whirl about as the Shaman had instructed. This way, he said, the storm would
believe its brother was attacking us, and would seek out others to make miserable. Such as the Dalree."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cassini nod in appreciation. Rare approval from an Evocator of
Orissa. "But there was not a cloud in sight, and my people soon realized the thunder was not the
drumming of a storm. And the sound didn't come from the sea, but from the land at our backs."
Black Shark gestured, and we all turned to look at the high bluffs beyond a stand of trees. "To the east,"
he said, "just past those bluffs, there is a canyon. An abyss with no known bottom. And behind that
canyon, there is a cliff so steep, that not even a devil could climb it. From thence, my lords, came the
sound.
"The Shaman ordered the warriors to gird for a fight, and he sent a party of our bravest men to learn the
nature of the threat.
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When they came to the abyss, they saw no one about, and the thunder had ceased. Everyone marveled
at the mystery and made ready to return. Before they could, alas, the drumming started up again. They
saw nothing at first, then one of them gave a shout and pointed to the cliff. They saw metal flashing from
atop that cliff. The cliff, as I said, no man could climb. But there were men there just the same-as that
flash of metal will witness. Men, and horses as well."
Janos leaned forward, brow furrowed in concentration, and I suddenly remembered the tale he had told
of his own childhood encounter with ghostly horsemen. Black Shark noticed. "You know of men like
this?"
"I am not certain," Janos said. "Were they armored?'
"Yes, they were armored. Both the men and the horses they sat astride. The helms were oddly shaped,
the witnesses said. Like this ..." With a finger, Black Shark traced a high-roached helm in the air. Exactly
like the helms Janos had described.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing at first," Black Shark said. "They seemed to be just watching, or at least that is the way it was
reported later. Most of the men had sense to know sorcerers when they saw them, so they flung
themselves on the ground and made abasement. Then they fled before their presence could anger those
mighty horsemen. But, alas, one man was not so wise. My grandmother said he was one of the older
warriors, who was jealous of the success of the younger men. Instead of abasing himself and fleeing-as
would have been proper-he shouted a challenge. One of the warriors looked at him, and he took insult
and flung his spear."
Black Shark moaned at the folly. "The cliff was too high for this to be a threat," he said, "but this was no
obstacle to the gods who hate the Shore Folk. The man's horse took fright and reared, and the sorcerer
fell into the abyss, which was too deep for his companions to retrieve the corpse. They rode off without
giving him proper burial. And his bones lie there to this day, a curse on all our lives."
Moved by his own tale, Black Shark sniffled, then drained his cup. "Our luck fled that day," he
continued. "All trade ceased, and only pirates, or Lycanthian thieves came to these shores. And do you
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know-" He leaned closer, voice lowered for a heartfelt admission. "-terrible lies have been told about us.
And there are many who fear us because of those demon-whispered lies."
"You don't say?" Janos answered, betraying not one sign of mockery. "Such gentle-natured folk as
yourselves?"
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Black Shark nodded sadly, eyes red from drink. "It isn't right, but what can we do? We have no luck."
"What if we retrieved the remains of that warrior?" Janos asked. "You could build a shrine and bury his
remains beneath that shrine to put the wizard's ghost to rest."
Black Shark's eyes welled with tears. He was almost too moved to speak, but his nod was pitifully
eloquent. 'That is what ... we hoped ..." he choked.
Janos looked at me and then Cassini. "What do you say, my friends? How can we deny these good
people?"
THE MOON HID its face that night as they led us through the forest. It was unnaturally quiet. We heard
no buzz of flesh biters nor even the cough of a hunting direcat. It was as if all the forest creatures had
learned of our quest and were in hiding. Black Shark and his men took us as far as the bluffs. Then he
begged our forgiveness and drew a whip of sea grass from a pouch. He lashed us lightly with the whip,
one by one, so any offense we committed would not be blamed on the Shore People. They slipped away
into the night. Cassini looked after them, an odd gleam in his eye. "The whipping will do no good," he
said, voice low, "if those wizards are powerful as he says." He opened the pack he brought with him and
drew out the things we had spent all day preparing.
'Then you give credence to his tale of the curse?" I asked.
"I would be a fool if I didn't" was his only answer. Janos grunted. I knew he believed. The description of
the Watchers on horseback was too close to what he had witnessed as a child. We stripped to the skin
and blackened ourselves with charcoal dust so as to avoid any evil eye that might fall upon us. Cassini
whispered a spell to further trick any ghosts. We slung the bundles of grass rope over our shoulders and
climbed up the steep slope of the bluff. I was proud of my comrades that night. Janos moved ahead,
silent as a panther, marking the way. Cassini followed, brave as you please, a gold disc held ready to turn
back any spell hurled our way. His long bout with seasickness and his general hateful-ness had made me
forget, in our days at the gymnasium, Cassini had a well-earned reputation as a brave man. As for me, I
won't say I was brave, but merely too young and stupid to know fear.
Atop the bluff was a broad, rocky plain. But instead of a jumble of boulders and sharp stones to test our
feet, the ground under us seemed as smooth as wizard-cast glass. The way became easy, and we moved
at a faster pace. We could barely see a hand before
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our face, but we could sense that great cliff Black Shark had described bulking near. The gods must
have smiled, for the moon suddenly brightened behind its cloudy veil, and we came to a jerky stop with
the abyss yawning at our very feet.
"We must be insane," I whispered, "to attempt this at night."
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