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. "Though some might
say the bet was rigged, we'll pay it just the same! What do
you want of us?"
"To accompany me on my quest," said the dwarf.
"Where we're bound is perilous in the extreme! I need two
strong, skilled fighters, and a wizard always comes in
handy."
"What about your crew?" Sturm asked. Carefully, he edged
himself off his berth and dropped to the deck just as the
ship listed, sending him crashing backward into the hull.
Dougan's grinning face went abruptly sober. He glanced
up above, where the strange roaring sound could be heard
again, mingled this time, Palin noted, with shrieks and
cries. "Ah, my . . . um . . . crew," said the dwarf, shaking
his head sadly. "They're . . . well, best you come see for
yourselves, lads."
Turning on the heel of his fancy shoes, Dougan made
for the rope ladder, stumbling awkwardly as the ship canted
off in the other direction. "Ouch! That reminds me," he
said, cursing and rubbing his leg where he had come up
against one of the roving sea chests. "We stowed your
equipment in here." He thumped on the lid. "Swords,
shield, armor, and such like. You'll be needing them, where
we're headed!" he added cheerfully.
Catching hold of the swinging rope ladder, the dwarf
scrambled up it and pulled himself through the hatch
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