Aiko shook her head and growled, "I am the cat who fell from grace, and we have seen no other. You question my choice of rutting peacocks, yet you, Egil, are but one of four one-eyes. Even so, you claim to be certain that you are the one-eye of the rede."

"By Hel, I am the one-eye," declared Egil. "It's the rest of you that I-"

"There can be no other ferret," protested Delon, stabbing a finger toward Ferai. "And what else could I be but the-"

"Silence!" snapped Arin, slapping a hand to the bench. In surprise, all eyes turned to the Dylvana. Now that she had their attention, she said, "It will do no good for us to squabble among ourselves. Mayhap Egil is right: mayhap no matter where I go, where we go, we will find that which we search for, whether or no it is the true thing we seek.

"Yet there is truth in that which Delon has said: each new step depends on the one just taken. And in this instance, it was the finding of the ferret in the High King's cage that should lead us to the cursed keeper of faith in the maze."

All eyes turned to Ferai. She threw up her hands in frustration and exclaimed, "I don't even know what the Hel all of you are talking about!"

Even as they looked at her, there came a howl from below decks.

Alos was awake.

"Damned press-gang, that's what you all are!" shouted the oldster as he lurched back and forth across the deck, shaking an accusing finger in each of their faces, including Ferret's, even though Alos paused in puzzlement for a moment as he looked at her, wondering who she was, but deciding she was guilty in any event.

"But Alos," protested Delon, "they would have killed you."

Alos swung about, lurching sideways a bit as he tried to focus upon the bard. "Well maybe I'd rather be dead!" he bellowed, his white eye glaring. "You never stopped to think of that, did you? Oh, no, it's not what he might want, is it now? Instead you just grabbed him and threw him aboard the ship, regardless." He lurched forward and leaned a hand on the cabin bulkhead, breathing ale-laden fumes into Delon's face. "Uh, jst, jst, just who is it that was going to kill who, eh? Who is it y'r goin' t' kill? Who are we after?"

Before Delon could answer, the old man's watery blue eye rolled up and he collapsed forward into Delon's arms.

"Still drunk," muttered Delon. He hoisted Alos across a shoulder and headed below deck.

"Watch out for your boots," said Egil.

Ferret had observed Alos's tirade with a detached air of amusement. But when Delon came back adeck after safely ensconcing the oldster in a bunk below, she turned to Arin. "Tell me, now, what's all this about a mission, a rede, someone or something you need to find, and a green stone?"

Arin gave the tiller over to Egil. "It's a long tale, Ferai, yet let me begin…"

The east held the glimmerings of a false dawn when Arin finished her tale, though a waning quarter moon rode high in the sky and stars yet glittered above. Alos was still asleep below, as were now Delon and Aiko. Egil yet manned the helm, and the sloop continued southward into the open Avagon Sea, the ship now some twenty or so nautical leagues south of Pendwyr, some seventy miles all told.

Ferret took a deep breath. "A cat, a one-eye, a rutting peacock, a ferret: all these you have found. And now you need to locate a cursed keeper of faith in a maze?"

Arin nodded.

Ferret tilted her head sideways, peering through the starlight. "And you expect me to know of him?"

Arin shrugged. "I can only hope, Ferai."

"This Dragonstone-pale green and translucent and the size of a melon: very fine jade, I would say, judging from your description. It must be worth a fortune, even if broken up… though as a whole piece, it would be priceless." She looked at Arin. "The Mages-they would pay handsomely to get it back, eh?"

Arin shook her head. "Ferai, we are not in it for reward, but to keep its terrible doom from falling."

Ferret held out a calming hand. "Oh, yes. That, too. But should someone with a fortune decide to share it with the finder of the green stone, who could refuse?"

Arin looked at Egil, an unvoiced question in her eyes, but he merely smiled and shrugged.

Ferret yawned and stretched. "Ah, me, but I am weary. I've had little sleep in the last few days, as you can understand. Is there a bunk for me below?"

Egil nodded. "The Brise sleeps four. We take turns: some rest while others crew the ship. You rest. We'll awaken you when it's your duty."

"But I don't know how to sail," said Ferai.

"Fear not. You'll learn, just as did Arin and Aiko and Delon-trained sailors all, now."

"Well, I can't say that sailing the Breeze is my heart's desire, but if I must…"

"What did you call her?"

"Who?"

"The ship."

"Oh, that. I called her the Breeze: that's what Brise means-it's a Gothonian word."

"Ah," said Egil. "We didn't know."

Ferret frowned. "The ship is Dara Arin's, isn't it?"

Egil laughed. "Aye, that she is. And a good one, too. Good enough to take us around the world."

"Hmm," grunted Ferret. "I hope we don't have to go that far to get this green stone we're after."

"Then thou wilt go with us?" asked Arin.

Ferret nodded. "For such an object? One that Dragons fear… or worship? Indeed, I will go with you. Recall, the rede says that you will fail without me. Besides, I owe you that much for… um"-she jerked a thumb in the direction of Pendwyr-"back there."

Squinting against the sun and cursing, Alos emerged from the cabin. Delon sat at the helm; Aiko was adeck to handle the sails.

"You!" shouted Alos, the old man pointing an accusing finger at Aiko. "You did this to me again!"

Aiko looked at the oldster impassively, saying nothing.

"I told you I was done with you, done with you all, but oh no, you spirited me away instead."

"Sorry, Alos," said Delon, "but they would have killed you. Aiko saved you from certain death."

"Who?" demanded Alos. "Who would have killed me?"

"The Jutes, old man," replied the bard. "Don't you remember? We talked a bit about this last night."

"Ha! A likely story," barked Alos.

"Truly, Alos, the Jutes sailed into Pendwyr the day after we arrived. They discovered our lodgings at the Blue Moon and were down at the wharves as well. It's a good thing they hadn't gotten around to searching the dockside taverns, else you'd be dead. You can't very well go unnoticed, what with your white eye. Aiko saved you."

Alos glanced over at Aiko. "Is this true?"

She looked long at him, as if considering whether to deign to answer, but at last she nodded Yes.

"They set an ambush for us," added Delon, "eight of them. They're all dead. But there's thirty, forty more yet in Pendwyr I think, given the size of their ship."

"Huah," grunted Alos, then sat down heavily. "Well I, um, I suppose I should thank you both for saving me from the Jutes. But Adon's balls, don't you see, I'm back in the madness of this venture, and I don't like that one bit." He looked across at Aiko. "You should have left me in Morkfjord. I was happy there."

Aiko shrugged, but Delon said, "Were you really? It seems to me that the only times I saw joy in your face were when you were here at the helm."

Alos canted his head and shrugged.

"And when you played the tambour," added Aiko.

He looked at her, startled surprise in his eye. "Huh, I didn't think you cared."

Aiko turned her face away from him and looked out at the sea.

Delon leaned forward and sotto voce whispered to the oldster, "She saved your life, Alos."

Alos looked long at Aiko, her face away from him, then he swallowed and glanced at the set of the sails and the angle of the wind pennon and said in a gruff voice, "Here. You've got it all wrong. Give me the helm, and trim up the tops and stays. And tell me, what be our course?"