Japheth ran to the gangplank and crossed.

Raidon gave the warlock a hard look as he pounded across the plank. Japheth was glad to see the monk had sheathed Angul once more.

"Let's get out of here," Japheth said.

"Cast off." yelled Thoster.

The crew severed the last lines holding the ship. Green Siren drifted away from the shelf, toward the open air of the hollow.

"Raidon," said Seren, "will you control the ascent?" She gestured to a ritual circle smeared onto the main deck.

The monk continued to stare at Japheth, but nodded. Then he said, "And you still have the Dreamheart safe, Japheth?"

"I had to give it up."

"What?" Seren gasped. Her face lost all color. Raidon snorted, as if he'd already guessed. Japheth tensed, ready to defend himself if the monk went for him. The tableau held for several heartbeats, until an exclamation by three crew members drew their attention back to the increasingly distant stone shelf.

Two humanoid figures and one shadowy hound stood on it.

Japheth sucked in air. Even at the large and growing distance, he recognized the figures as Malyanna and Neifion.

Malyanna lifted something over her head. A spherical object.

"What kind of boneheaded stunt did you pull out there, lad?" said Thoster. "Is that—?"

"It's the Dreamheart!" said Seren. "It doesn't matter," said Japheth. "Why not?" asked Thoster.

"Because I locked up a portion of the Dreamheart's strength. They can't use it to its full power." He didn't volunteer that he'd switched pacts and had locked up a portion of the stone's essence within himself. That was what kept him safe from the crimson road. He fancied he detected the tendrils of influence he'd stolen locked in opposition with the demonic power of his addiction, striving one against the other but equally matched. As long as that struggle persisted, neither could muster the strength to claim the warlock. It was a delicate balance.

"Are you mad?" Seren asked. "The stone still has power, no matter how much you've drawn off."

"Perhaps your meddling is the reason the Eldest did not die as I intended," said Raidon.

"It's not dead?" said Thoster, his brow crinkled with concern.

"Not dead, but sleeping again," said Raidon Seren said, "Oh, that's just wonderful!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Japheth and said, "Does the Dreamheart retain enough strength to break Raidon's binding over the Eldest?"

Raidon shifted his weight, preparatory to drawing Angul.

Japheth didn't know the answer to Seren's question. Maybe. But he pointed back to the shelf. "Perhaps it's escaped your notice, but Malyanna holds the Dreamheart. She must have taken it from the throne chamber. So the binding has not broken. She didn't let the Eldest or its servitors have it."

Through the air separating them, the eladrin noble's piercing gaze found Japheth. He knew, even without being able to clearly see her face, that Malyanna scowled at him.

"Why would she do that?"

"I... don't know." But he suspected. The audacious eladrin might have snatched the stone to use as a bargaining chip against the Eldest. The woman had a dark agenda, and perhaps rousing the Eldest was only part of her plan. Not that he could imagine anything worse.

The ship's drift saw them out of the cavity and into the vast subterranean cyst.

Japheth watched the ledge, even though Xxiphu's coiling sides competed for his attention. The silhouette he'd identified as Neifion seemed agitated. Almost like he was growing in size..... then he unfurled enormous bat wings.

"We have to go. Now!" He pointed. Neifion's wings were apparent to all.

"Your crime will not go unpunished," Raidon promised. Then he stepped into the ritual circle.

The moment the monk entered the smeared radius, the ship's drifting prow straightened. The glowing points eriglobing the ship pulsed as one, revealing themselves to Japheth as tiny fish.

Neifion launched himself from the ledge. His black wings brought an answering rustle from Japheth's cloak.

The Lord of Bats sought every last vestige of his stolen strength.

The ship broke upward, straight toward the vault's ceiling.

Already close, Green Siren punctured the craggy rock, which folded open before them and closed behind.

Mast-first, Green Siren shot up through solid stone like an escaped festival balloon into empty air.

*****

Anusha was free of the long nightmare. When she convinced herself she wasn't merely hallucinating, she considered plunging back into dream, intending to find and help, Japheth return to the ship.

But she was too hyped up to fall asleep, and the mere thought of looking for one of the vials of sleep turned her stomach. She decided that trying to return to her dream form just then was probably one of the stupider plans she'd ever contemplated, given her recent history and circumstances. Japheth had shown himself more than capable. Though it was nearly as hard as anything she'd ever done, she managed to put aside her worry about him for a little while.

She occupied her attention by wolfing down all the biscuits and hard rations she could scrounge from the travel chest, save for a few pieces she allowed Lucky to take from her hand. After that, she lit the lantern bolted to the wall to provide more light. She found the basin, a waterskin, and a clean towel she'd had when she shared the cabin with Japheth before the Dreamheart had pulled her... No. Don't think about that.

She sighed as she wiped away the residue of days from her skin and hair. Someone must have tended to her, even fed her, while she lay unconscious. Otherwise she'd have died in her sleep after so long without waking.

She brushed her hair, wondering what she was forgetting... Yeva!

What had become of the woman who'd accompanied her through Xxiphu's bowels? Had Japheth freed Yeva too? If so, unlike herself, Yeva had no body to return to.

Did that mean the woman was merely dead? "Yeva?"

No answer.

Anusha heard excited voices on the deck. She gazed out the porthole.

"Oh gods, we're floating." Indeed, the ship hovered over a gulf of darkness. She'd heard Seren say the ship had been modified to find Xxiphu, but she hadn't known what to expect. A constellation of tiny gleams surrounded the craft. Even as she finally grasped that the ship hovered within an enormous subterranean cavity, the floorboards creaked. Simultaneously, it seemed as if a heavy person stepped briefly onto her shoulders.

She saw the vault's ceiling rush down... no, the ship lurched upward toward it.

Anusha flinched from the expected impact. When she opened her eyes again, the vast cavern she'd spied through the porthole was gone. Now the glass showed layers of dark material that dropped away one after another. Sometimes the dark matrix was veined by traceries of pale blue, green, and crystal. The continuous but ever-changing consistency of the subsiding material was mesmerizing. It seemed Green Siren had indeed been outfitted to sail on more than seas. She realized she was watching a crosscut through hard bedrock. They were rising up through it!

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you," said a voice behind her.

Anusha turned.

Japheth stood in the doorway.

The room suddenly seemed warmer.

A tension she'd been holding in her back relaxed. He was alive! But the anxiety gave way to a wholly new tautness in her chest.

"Beautiful? I'm skinny as a starved child," she said.

"No. You take my breath away." Without light from the porthole, the only illumination in the room emerged from the lantern. Its waving light spilled shadows across the room, over Japheth's body, and across his face. His eyes reflected the dancing flame.

"What do you see through the glass?" he said, pointing to the porthole.