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. Details of the black
galley stood out at once. A pennant whipped from the
foremast. Sargo squinted his good eye at it.
"That be no pirate," he said. "That be a ship of Kernaf."
"Who is Kernaf?" asked Sturm.
" 'What' be more like it - the isle of Kernaf. That's a
ship of their navy," Graff said.
As Sturm watched, the magic wind diminished, and the
SKELTER slowed. The galley wallowed in the press of sail
and drew along their port side.
"Hail, ship of Kernaf!" Graff shouted through his hands.
"What would ye want with us?"
"Heave to! We mean to board!" was the reply. Sturm
could see men massing on the forecastle.
"We're a free trader out of Solamnia. What business
have ye with us?" bawled Graff.
"You are sailing in waters claimed by our great Sea
Lord," the Kernaf spokesman said. "Heave to, or we'll take
you by force."
Oars sprouted from the galley's sides like legs on a
centipede. "Go, young lord. Go to your mother," said Soren.
He plucked a dagger two spans long from his belt. "You
must defend her when all else is lost."
Sturm accepted the iron blade. It was heavy and keen,
and in the guardsman's hand it could easily pierce a single
thickness of mail. Sturm darted across the deck to the hide
enclosure
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