The Second Book of Lankhmar

moving around Squid 's stern eastward into thicker fog, the man-demon gibbering gentlier what might have been an excuse and farewell: "Es tut mir sehr leid! Aber danke schoen, danke schoen!” ( It was: “I am so very sorry! But thank you, thank you so nicely!")
    With a last gentle "Hoongk!" the man-demon dragon-dragon assemblage faded into the fog.
    Fafhrd and the Mouser raced a tie to Hisvet's side, vaulting down over the splintered rail, only to have her scornfully reject their solicitude as she lifted herself from the oaken middeck, delicately rubbing her hip and limping for a step or two.
    “Come not near me, Spoonmen,” she said bitterly. “Shame it is when a Demoiselle must save herself from toothy perdition only by falling helter-skelter on that part of her which I would almost shame to show you on Frix. You are no gentle knights, else dragons’ heads had littered the after-deck. Fie, fie!"
    Meanwhile patches of clear sky and water began to show to the west and the wind to freshen from the same quarter. Slinoor dashed forward, bawling for his bosun to chase the monster-scared sailors up from the forecastle before Squid did herself an injury. Although there was yet little real danger of that, the Mouser stood by the tiller, Fafhrd looked to the mainsheet. Then Slinoor, hurrying back aft followed by a few pale sailors, sprang to the taffrail with a cry.
    The fogbank was slowly rolling eastward. Clear water stretched to the western horizon. Two bowshots north of Squid , four other ships were emerging in a disordered cluster from the white wall: the war galley Shark and the grain ships Tunny, Carp and Grouper . The galley, moving rapidly under oars, was headed toward Squid .
    But Slinoor was staring south. There, a scant bowshot away, were two ships, the one standing clear of the fog-bank, the other half hid in it.
    The one in the clear was Clam , about to sink by the head, its gunwales awash. Its mainsail, somehow carried away, trailed brownly in the water. The empty deck was weirdly arched upward.
    The fog-shrouded ship appeared to be a black cutter with a black sail.
    Between the two ships, from Clam toward the cutter, moved a multitude of tiny, dark-headed ripples.
    Fafhrd joined Slinoor. Without looking away, the latter said simply, “Rats!” Fafhrd's eyebrows rose.
    The Mouser joined them, saying, “ Clam 's holed. The water swells the grain, which mightily forces up the deck."
    Slinoor nodded and pointed toward the cutter. It was possible dimly to see tiny dark forms—rats surely!—climbing over its side from out of the water. “There's what gnawed holes in Clam ,” Slinoor said.
    Then Slinoor pointed between the ships, near the cutter. Among the last of the ripple-army was a white-headed one. A second later a small white form could be seen swiftly mounting the cutter's side. Slinoor said, “There's what commanded the hole-gnawers.”
    With a dull splintering rumble the arched deck of Clam burst upward, spewing brown.
    “The grain!” Slinoor cried hollowly.
    “Now you know what tears ships,” the Mouser said.
    The black cutter grew ghostlier, moving west now into the retreating fog.
    The galley Shark went boiling past Squid 's stern, its oars moving like the legs of a leaping centipede. Lukeen shouted up, “Here's foul trickery! Clam was lured off in the night!”
    The black cutter, winning its race with the eastward-rolling fog, vanished in whiteness.
    The split-decked Clam nosed under with hardly a ripple and angled down into the black and salty depths, dragged by its leaden keel.
    With war trumpet skirling, Shark drove into the white wall after the cutter.
    Clam 's masthead, cutting a little furrow in the swell, went under. All that was to be seen now on the waters south of Squid was a great spreading stain of tawny grain.
    Slinoor turned grim-faced to his mate. “Enter the Demoiselle Hisvet's cabin, by force if need be,” he commanded. “Count her white rats!”
    Fafhrd and the Mouser looked at each other.
    * * * *
    Three hours later the same four persons were assembled in Hisvet's cabin with the Demoiselle, Frix and Lukeen.
    The cabin, low-ceilinged enough so that Fafhrd, Lukeen and the mate must move bent and tended to sit hunch-shouldered, was spacious for a grain ship, yet crowded by this company together with the caged rats and Hisvet's perfumed, silver-bound baggage piled on Slinoor's dark furniture and locked sea chests.
    Three horn windows to the stern and louver slits to