The Second Book of Lankhmar
were, the six slender marines of Frix's color guard, he found himself facing the dashing captain herself, attended by her trim trumpeter, standing before the inviting hatchway of the after-castle from which there poured warm, sweetly perfumed air. During the short tour he'd recovered a sense of his proper weight and thirst and appetites, only slightly troubled by an awareness of hairy and unwashed uncouthness.
Frix lifted a lace-gauntleted hand. "Greetings, old friend," she spoke. "Welcome aboard Soft Airs ."
"My thanks, dear lady," he replied according to form, "for greatly needed and desired hospitality."
"Then you shall accompany us below, where are greater amenities," she responded. "My ladies will busy themselves refreshing and arraying you, whilst you regale us, if you will, with an account of your recentest adventures, feats, and forays."
Fafhrd inclined his head. It occurred to him that this was the largest company of ladies with whom he'd ever been entertained by Frix. Had he really become a seven-maiden hero? Or, counting the two girls, a nine?
Smiling graciously, Frix turned to lead the way. The pert girl grimaced comically.
Fafhrd followed, thinking that the resources of a pleasure pinnace might well exceed those of a palace.
As the long-legged ladies trooped up around him familiarly, he noted that the objects depending from their white belts were actually a shaving mug, a large shaving brush (the sporran), and a razor.
24
When Fingers and Gale came hurrying downstairs from dressing, they found Afreyt deep in the perusal (or reperusal) of a creased and somewhat sullied paper with broken green seal writ in violet ink.
Gale cried out reproachfully, "Aunty Afreyt! You're reading the letter Pshawri gave you for safekeeping!"
Afreyt looked up. "You have sharp eyes," she remarked. "Know child, it is the right — nay, duty! — of any grown-up (especially a woman) to read any document entrusted to them, so they may give testimony to its contents should it be stolen or taken forcibly from them before they are able to return or deliver it." She folded and thrust it down her bosom. Gale eyed her dubiously, Fingers without expression. Afreyt arose. "And now on with your cloaks and winter gear," she directed. "There's work for us at the diggings, I've no doubt."
A flurry of wind stung their faces with ice needles as they entered the night pale with the chill glow of the barely gibbous moon and a faint deep melancholy note resounded from the wind chimes the other side of Salthaven. Afreyt set a fast pace for the barracks. No others were abroad. At irregular intervals the wind chimes repeated their profound reverberation, like a god muttering in his sleep.
At the barracks were lights and labor and a loaded dogcart ready to leave. Afreyt commandeered it for herself and the girls, pulling rank on Mannimark, which drew from Gale a look of further disillusion with "grown-ups" as she clambered reluctantly aboard. Fingers took it more naturally, copying the older woman's queenly mien and manner.
"Any message for the diggings?" that one asked the mustached man as she took the long whip from its socket. "I'll make your excuses, Sergeant. I'm sure the other cart will be back for you soon."
"No mind, Lady," he answered. "We'll walk."
"Very well, Sergeant." And with a whip crack and jingle of bells the cart was off, making a sharp turn that headed them into the cutting wind and away from the risen low-moon. The girls ducked their faces into their hoods but Afreyt lifted hers high. The occasional boom of the chimes grew less faint as they approached the Moon Temple, and then there was added to it a still deeper clanking as a heavier beam was struck and boomed its note.
"The north blast quickens," she commented. "It will be bitter crossing the Meadow."
Soon the fire facing the shelter tent became their beacon and promise of warmth. Afreyt signaled their approach with a flurry of whip cracks.
"Where's Lady Cif?" she asked the knot of soup drinkers.
"At the face, Lady," Skullick replied.
"Unload," she directed, and springing down, followed by the girls, made for the pit, whence rose a short pale column of white light.
Beside it
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