Rising tide - Mel Odom [98]
"My name's Jherek." Too late, he remembered that he was supposed to keep his identity secret. If Sabyna or Mornis noticed, though, they kept it to themselves. He didn't think he'd even been introduced to the first mate. "Tell me your name."
"Wyls," the boy said. "My father put me in here and told me to stay. Where is he?"
Jherek shook his head and kicked with his feet to take some of the distance away between them. "I don't know, but we can try to find out."
"He should be coming for me," the boy cried. "He told me he'd be back."
Jherek took another deep breath, maintaining eye contact with the boy. He willed both of them to be calm. His heart hammered in his chest, though, and he knew his lungs were struggling with the trapped air in the cabin. The ship must have been underwater for hours. Maybe there'd been more air trapped in the pocket earlier, but what was left was fouled from being breathed again and again.
"Let me take you to him."
"Will you help me find him?"
Jherek looked at the hungry, desperate gaze. "I'll help you if I can." He lifted his hand from the water, offering it to the boy. Water dripped from his fingers, making concentric circles across the ocean surface trapped in the room with them.
"Liar!" The boy struck out with the candlestick.
Jherek barely had time to draw his hand back before the instrument smacked into the water. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sabyna wave her hand.
In response, her raggamoffyn familiar shot up from the water in his serpent's shape. Before anyone could react, the raggamoffyn exploded into hundreds of wet fabric pieces that flew through the air. They hovered around the boy like a bee swarm, twisting and turning like gulls gliding through storm weather. The fabric pieces covered every inch of the boy's body, including his eyes, nose and mouth, slamming into place with wet splashes. When the raggamoffyn finished, the boy looked like a mummy. He screamed, his voice thin and hollow, echoing in the limited space. The raggamoffyn held fast, following every movement with its shape. The boy clawed at the fabric pieces, trying to rip them free.
"Foul beast," Mornis exclaimed, drawing back fast enough to make even the magic candle gutter for an instant.
Jherek started forward, his knife already in hand. "Leave him alone," Sabyna said.
Torn by what was going on, feeling guilty for even being a part of it, he glanced back at her. The boy's screams continued unabated. "This isn't right. He's going to be more scared than ever."
She looked at him and didn't flinch from the accusation in his eyes or the whimpers the boy had been reduced to. "This way he'll live," she said. "We all will. Can't you feel the currents changing?"
Now that she'd mentioned it, Jherek did feel it, and he knew what it meant. "It's getting colder," he said. "We're sinking again."
"Aye," she said. "If we'd waited for the boy to get calm enough on his own…"
"She's right," Mornis said. "I don't like that thing either, but it's saved us some time." He took a deep breath and disappeared under the water until only a faint glow from the magic candle was visible.
The boy fell silent suddenly, then lurched free of the sconce and waded into the water after Mornis.
As the light left the cabin, Jherek looked at the ship's mage. Her face remained calm, but there were unshed tears in her eyes.
"It was the only way," she told him in a shaky voice.
"Skeins will keep him safe enough till we reach the surface. The raggamoffyn is controlling his body now."
"Aye," Jherek replied. "You did what you could."
"You don't think I should have done this."
"Lady," Jherek said, "I only know what I should do. I wouldn't dare to presume to tell another what to do."
"You're so young," she said. "How'd you get to be so judgmental?"
"I'm not."
"You are," she said. "Maybe you don't realize it yet. You're going to have a hard, narrow path ahead of you." Without another word, she dived beneath the rising water that claimed the interior of