The Second Book of Lankhmar

They're delicate, Dirksman.” The Mouser breathed, “You are Ecstasy's White Shadow, Demoiselle,” then strolled toward the silver cages, saying loudly for Slinoor's benefit, “Might we not be privileged to have a show of them, Demoiselle, tomorrow here on the afterdeck? ‘Twould be wondrous instructive to watch you control them.” He caressed the air over the cages and said, lying mightily, “My, they're fine handsome fellows.” Actually he was peering apprehensively for any of the little spears and swords Slinoor had mentioned. The twelve rats looked up at him incuriously. One even seemed to yawn.
    Slinoor said curtly, “I would advise against it, Demoiselle. The sailors have a mad fear and hatred of all rats. ‘Twere best not to arouse it."
    “But these are aristos,” the Mouser objected, while Hisvet only repeated, “They'll take a chill."
    Fafhrd, hearing this, took his hand out of his mouth and came hurrying to Hisvet, saying, “Little Mistress, may I carry them below? I'll be gentle as a Kleshite nurse.” He lifted between thumb and third finger a cage with two rats in it. Hisvet rewarded him with a smile, saying, “I wish you would, gallant Swordsman. The common sailors handle them too roughly. But two cages are all you may safely carry. You'll need proper help.” She gazed at the Mouser and Slinoor.
    So Slinoor and the Mouser, the latter much to his distaste and apprehension, must each gingerly take up a silver cage, and Fafhrd two, and follow Hisvet to her cabin below the afterdeck. The Mouser could not forbear whispering privily to Fafhrd, “Oaf! To make rat-grooms of us! May you get rat-bites to match your cat-bite!” At the cabin door Hisvet's dark maid Frix received the cages, Hisvet thanked her three gallants most briefly and distantly and Frix closed the door against them. There was the muffled thud of a bar dropping across it and the jangle of a chain locking down the bar.
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    Darkness grew on the waters. A yellow lantern was lit and hoisted to the crow's nest. The black war galley Shark , its brown sail temporarily furled, came rowing back to fuss at Clam , next ahead of Squid in line, for being slow in getting up its masthead light, then dropped back by Squid while Lukeen and Slinoor exchanged shouts about a black sail and mist and ship-shaped small black clouds and the Dragon Rocks. Finally the galley went bustling ahead again with its Lankhmarines in browned-iron chain mail to take up its sailing station at the head of the column. The first stars twinkled, proof that the sun had not deserted through the waters of eternity to some other world bubble, but was swimming as he should back to the east under the ocean of the sky, errant rays from him lighting the floating star-jewels in his passage.
    After moonrise that night Fafhrd and the Mouser each found private occasion to go rapping at Hisvet's door, but neither profited greatly thereby. At Fafhrd's knock Hisvet herself opened the small grille set in the larger door, said swiftly, “Fie, for shame, Swordsman! Can't you see I'm undressing?” and closed it instantly. While when the Mouser asked softly for a moment with “Ecstasy's White Shadow,” the merry face of the dark maid Frix appeared at the grille, saying, “My mistress bid me kiss my hand good night to you.” Which she did and closed the grille.
    Fafhrd, who had been spying, greeted the crestfallen Mouser with a sardonic, “Ecstasy's White Shadow!”
    “Little Mistress!” the Mouser retorted scathingly.
    “Black Plum of Sarheenmar!”
    “Kleshite Nurse!”
    Neither hero slept restfully that night and two-thirds through it the Squid 's gong began to sound at intervals, with the other ships’ gongs replying or calling faintly. When at dawn's first blink the two came on deck, Squid was creeping through fog that hid the sail top. The two helmsmen were peering about jumpily, as if they expected to see ghosts. The sails were barely filled. Slinoor, his eyes dark-circled by fatigue and big with anxiety, explained tersely that the fog had not only slowed but disordered the grain fleet.
    “That's Tunny next ahead of us. I can tell by her gong note. And beyond Tunny, Carp . Where's Clam ? What's Shark about? And still not certainly past the Dragon Rocks! Not that I want to see ‘em!”
    “Do not some captains call them the Rat Rocks?” Fafhrd interposed. “From a rat-colony started there from a wreck?”
    “Aye,” Slinoor allowed and then grinning sourly at