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CHAPTER ONE: OF THINGS UNEXPECTED
The Crescent Moon sailed through the velvet night under a blanket
of starry skies. From Tragos Port off the southwestern coast of Boboland,
the ship and its crew moved on a smooth, westerly course while the
ship’s one passenger slept, oblivious. Prince Bobo was blissfully unaware
that his sister, Bebe, had secretly plotted with Captain Salt to keep her
fretful brother seaborne for a little while longer. At the moment, things
were of a very delicate nature back in the kingdom of Boboland, and
Bebe was trying her best to resolve matters as quickly as possible. If all
went as planned, Princess Bebe would finally establish a peace treaty of
sorts with the fearsome Growleywogs that dominated the northern
waste next to Boboland. Though Bebe loved her brother dearly, she
fostered no illusions about his prickly personality and his sour ways. No,
diplomacy was not Prince Bobo’s forte and his lack of social skills, both
political and personal, would only be a hindrance to his sister. Better for
her, and for their kingdom entire, if the Prince sailed onwards heedless
of what was transpiring back at court.
Waves lapped lazily against the ship’s hull as it plowed ever
onward. A few stray clouds still lingered in the sky from the previousweek’s storm, and the winds, as gentle as a lover’s touch, only teased
playfully at the ship’s sails, never quite filling them. The good captain,
finally tiring of nature’s fickle ways, set the Moon on magical auto-pilot
and allowed himself to catch some much needed sleep.
Thus, it happened that Roger the Read Bird, napping in the crow’s
nest, was the first to be awakened by an unusual whirring sound,
followed by a gasp, a thump, and the sound of sharp claws scraping
against the wooden deck. “Oh! Thank goodness!” uttered a soft voice
below, which was followed by another squawky voice that said, “Ain’t
that the truth!”
It took the Read Bird another moment to fully snap awake, but
once he did, he reached out a wing and managed to grasp the cord of a
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bell that hung above the crow’s nest. Ringing it with all his might, Roger
shouted at the top of his lungs. “We’ve been boarded! Intruder alert!
We’ve been boarded! Intruders! Interlopers! Man your stations!”
Nikobo, who was spending the night with Arko and Orpa in the
tank on deck, yawned tremendously and blinked her eyes open. “What’s
all the ruckus?” she demanded sleepily.
Stumbling up the steps from the cabins below deck, Tandy and
Ato rubbed their eyes and looked around, searching out the cause of the
alarm. Captain Salt stormed out of his own cabin on the upper deck,
swiftly joining them. Ato brandished a wrought-iron frying pan, while
Captain Salt madly waved his pistol about. Tandy, ever mindful of his
friends’ safety, stood in front of them both with just his bare fists, ready
to defend. Behind them, Sally emerged from the cabin where she had
been sleeping, followed by the loud snores of Bobo, who was still
unconscious to the world.
Captain Salt, knowing full well his station and duty, stepped
protectively in front of Tandy, and confronted the new arrivals. Though
the Captain looked a bit comical at first glance, clad only in his bright
red undershirt, polka-dot shorts, and the hastily grabbed great-coat hehad thrown over his shoulders, his demeanor soon sobered any doubts
with his bristly beard, wild eyes, and deadly revolver.
Arko and Orpa, in all the commotion, had pulled themselves up
over the rim of the tank, and Nikobo had stuck her rather large head
between the two mer-folk. In the light of the above deck lanterns, the
crew of the Crescent Moon could easily see just who it was that had
literally fallen from the sky.
“Why, it’s an ork!” Sally cried incredulously as she carefully
inserted herself between the men who were standing in front of her,
trying to get a closer look at the new arrivals. “And a girl!”
“Six bells, it is,” grumped Captain Salt, pulling a watch from the
pocket of his coat. He glared as menacingly as he could at the girl and
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the giant bird. “Ye’d better have a good explanation fer settin’ foot upon
my ship at three o’clock in the mornin’!” Realizing that orks were
pleasant creatures, and seeing that the girl looked more bedraggled and
windswept than dangerous, the old pirate captain shoved his pistol into
his other coat pocket. Ato still absently gripped his frying pan, but he
and Tandy both relaxed once they realized that the girl and the ork
meant no harm.
The late night winds blew cold across the deck of the ship, causing
the uninvited passenger to shiver visibly. She wore a billowy red dress
that—if it had not been torn and soaked with rain—looked very much
like royal garb. Her long black hair was bedraggled and caught in
tangles. Dismounting the ork, she nearly fell to the floor.
Captain Salt quickly strode forward and took her hands in his. “Ye
look tired, miss,” he noted, changing his tone as he saw how exhausted
she was. He glanced at Sally and Tandy. “Go clear out that cabin next to
your’n,” he said to the sea fairy. “Be quick about it.” The captain and
crew had been using that specific cabin to store some of the
watermelons, obtained from their voyage to Pirate Island, so that they
would not have to go down to the hold to get them. Captain Salt felt thattheir new guest was the sort of person who required her own cabin.
“Might I ask yer name, miss?” he questioned, leading her to a
bench that was mounted against the foremast.
The other creature that had arrived with her was indeed an ork; a
strange, bird-like creature with four gangly legs, four drooping saucer-
shaped wings, and a comical aerofoil tail. It had no feathers, save for a
plumed tuft on the top of its head. His propeller tail spun weakly, as the
ork managed to stand on legs that were quite shaky. “May I have the
pleasure,” it said, nodding at the assemblage, “of introducing you all to
Princess Truella of Mo. I am Zipper, and we are on our way to Boboland.”
“If you would be so kind to drop us off there when you get close,
we’d be ever so grateful,” added Truella as she sat. She demurely folded
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her hands in her lap as she waited, then appeared to remember
something. Quickly darting a hand into a fold of her gown, she extracted
a slim coronet and placed it on her head. With a smile, she nodded back
at everyone. “Oh, my!” she gasped, noticing for the first time the head
of a hippopotamus flanked by the upper bodies of two mer-folk as they
peered at her from their tank.
The Read Bird had dutifully returned to his post at the crow’s nest,
though he kept peering down at the ork in curiosity, glad that he did not
have to explain the ship’s course.
“Oh, my,” muttered Ato, fumbling with the frying pan that he was
trying to hid behind his back. He looked to Captain Salt, who likewise
was a bit distressed.
“Y’see, miss Truella, yer majesty,” began the captain, darting his
eyes from her to the ork and back, “we’ve gone past Boboland, and
have no intentions of turning back for it just right now.” Seeing her
disappointment, he raised his hands with a shrug of his shoulders and
went on. “We’ll be headin’ back that way once we’ve returned from
Tarara. An’ besides, Prince Bobo himself lies asleep below. ’Tis the truth,
it is!”“Sleeps like a brick,” muttered Nikobo under her breath.
Unfortunately, Nikobo’s whispers might as well be spoken aloud, as the
hippo’s voice was as big as her girth. She shook her head and blinked
her eyes. “His Majesty can sleep through anything.”
“And a good thing, too,” added Arko sleepily. The entire crew, with
the exception of Prince Bobo himself, was all aware of Princess Bebe’s
missive to Captain Salt, and her request to keep the prince away from
his homeland for a while. The merman and his mate discreetly slipped
back into the water of the tank, and soon Nikobo’s head disappeared
from the edge as well. It looked like it was up to Ato and Salt to explain
to the new arrivals that they would not be return to Boboland anytime
soon.
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Not one second later, the head of the hippopotamus rose once
again and she peered off into the distance. “What’s that?” she
muttered, squinting her eyes to see in the early morning darkness.
“Hm?” Orpa rose next to the hippopotamus and tried to see where
she was looking. Nikobo gestured slightly with her head, flicking her
ears in irritation. “There, off in the distance. I thought I saw another
ship.”
Arko sleepily lifted his head over the ledge of the tank next to
Orpa and looked for himself. Being mer-folk, their vision was much
better underwater, and in the darkness it was especially difficult to
make anything out. “No, you’re right,” he said, quickly glancing
sidelong at Orpa and Nikobo. Returning his gaze to the swells, he
added, “There’s definitely a ship out there.”
A heavy mist floated over the water several yards out on the sea’s
surface, further obscuring anything in their line of vision. A shape
appeared to their eyes beyond the mist – three, maybe four masts, with
tattered, ashen sails barely hanging onto them. The shimmering,
phosphorescent outline of a ship appeared and disappeared below the
sails, bobbing in and out of the mist. Two red specks lingered in thedarkness as though looking out towards them intently then grew dim
and faded.
As the three of them watched, the ship disappeared entirely,
swallowed up by the mist. And with that, the gray fog began to fold
back in upon itself, and finally receded below the black horizon. The
hippo and the mer-folk continued watching quietly for several minutes
without seeing anything further. Finally, their sleepiness overtook them,
and one by one they sank down into the warm water of the tank once
more and drifted off to dreamland.
Truella was surprisingly accepting of the situation, and took heart
in knowing that Prince Bobo was indeed aboard, and that she could
meet with him in the morning. Zipper, the ork, had been charged with
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flying her to meet with the prince. Her father, the Monarch of Mo, had
heard of Prince Bobo’s quest to establish diplomatic ties among the
coastal nations, and thought to capitalize on Truella’s wanderlust by
sending her to see him. Likely she would have to wait for him to return
from his quest, but at least she would have the fun of traveling and
seeing unusual sights.
“Yer welcome to join us on our trip to Ozamaland,” suggested
Captain Salt, an idea percolating in his head. “Looks like you could use a
rest, anyway.” He winked at Ato, and allowed Sally and Tandy to lead
Princess Truella below deck to the cabin that they had hastily cleared
out for her. They all said their good nights, and Zipper made himself a
nest within a huge pile of rope that he found to be quite comfortable.
Soon, only Captain Salt and Ato remained on deck, and Roger flew back
down to join them.
“It’s a good thing, I think. Providential, ye might even say” said
Captain Salt about Truella and Zipper’s arrival. “Couldn’t’a happened at
a better time.”
“How do you mean?” asked Ato. He yawned and rubbed at his
eyes, hoping to get back to bed soon. Of all the crew, Ato needed hissleep most. He would have to wake up before all of them to make
breakfast, and with the new arrivals came more dishes to prepare.
“Think about it, dunderhead!” snapped Roger irritably. He tapped
his head with his feather. “Bobo’s going to be real upset that he didn’t
get dropped off at his precious summer palace. He doesn’t seem to
think much of your kingly status, Ato, nor Tandy’s. But Princess Truella
came seeking him. She was on her way to establish diplomatic ties with
his country. She’s a representative of a major nation on Nonestica. She’s
sure to make him feel better about being here. Being the narcissistic
fool that he is, this will keep him happy, and out of our collective hair…
or feathers, as the case may be. ”
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“I suppose it’s worth a try,” acquiesced the cook, yawning again.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes as he yawned yet again. “You all
have a good night.” And with that, King Ato the Eighth retired to his
cabin.
“Aye,” muttered Captain Salt, more to himself than to Roger or
Ato. Nodding at the Read Bird, he trudged off to his private cabin at the
end of the deck, and quietly closed the door behind him.
“Well!” squawked Roger. He flew back up to the crow’s nest and
was soon asleep.
CHAPTER TWO: OF THINGS UNSURE
“Land ho! Rock Island to port!” shouted Roger, waking up in a
flurry of feathers. A nightmare had gripped him in his sleep until sunrise,
and after shaking himself out of it, the first thing that met his sight was
the small island just ahead of the ship, and slightly to the left. Their
course would take them by its northern shoreline, and already several
birds could be seen flying about its rocky crags. Terns, seagulls, even
albatross… but, as usual, no rocs.
Sighing, Roger fluttered down the mast and to Captain Salt’s
cabin, passing Zipper the ork on the way.“Rock Island or Roc Island?” asked the ork sleepily as Roger flew
past him. The large bird arose from his makeshift nest of coiled rope,
stretching his four gangly limbs as he did, and then trotted off behind
Roger. His talons clicked noisily on the wooden deck as he went, but
Roger was actually glad of that, since it saved him the trouble of waking
everyone else up himself.
“The captain’s wanted to get his hands on a roc’s egg for decades
now,” explained Roger, rolling his eyes with annoyance as he waddled
along the deck. “I would even dare say it has become his one consuming
passion. But every time we make it back to Rock Island, there aren’t
any. And I’m glad too!”
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“Definitely!” agreed Zipper, shuddering. “How cruel! Imagine if
he’d gone after an ork egg, or… er… what exactly are you?”
“I’m a Read Bird!” squawked Roger, turning around to glare
angrily at the ork. He placed his feathered wings on his hips and
sneered, his eyes narrowing into angry squints.
“Yes,” replied the ork, coming up short as he stood embarrassed
before Roger. “But what exactly is a Read Bird? I mean, is that your
title…as in you’re the Read Bird, or is it your species? Where are you
from? Are there other Read Birds?” The ork fluttered his saucer-like
wings, and awaited an answer. To illustrate his point, he added, “I’m an
ork, not The Ork.”
Roger stood motionless, frozen in consternation and confusion.
“Well, I… er… that is…” To tell the truth, Roger had no idea what he
was, other than a bird of sorts. Puffing out his cheeks and snorting, he
turned once again toward Captain Salt’s door. Upon reaching it, he
jumped up and grabbed hold of the brass ring knocker with his beak,
giving it a great slam. “Wake up! Captain Salt! WAKE! UP! Oh, what’s
the point?” He gazed back at Zipper, who was tapping his taloned toe
expectantly. “Rock Island, to the left, and behind us,” muttered the birddejectedly.
Zipper nodded his head understandingly. “Who knows?” he asked.
“Today might’ve been the day that there actually was a roc’s egg there.
You and I both know how awful it would be for the poor mother if we
allowed them to steal it away from her.”
“What’s going on?” Both birds turned to see Arko, Orpa, Tandy
and Sally leaning up on the rim of the pool. It was Tandy who had
spoken. Apparently he was growing accustomed to spending nights in
the tank as a merman. He and Sally stepped through the gate of the
tank, their legs instantly re-forming from their fish tails. Stretching,
Tandy grabbed his shirt from the peg on the mast, and donned it
quickly. Sally’s gown floated dryly about her, her sea fairy magic
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ensuring that she was perfectly at home on dry land, or at sea… or on a
ship.
“Thought you went below deck last night,” Roger mumbled.
“Didn’t see you get in there.” He and Zipper both looked back at the
island that the Crescent Moon slipped past, and the Read Bird spoke.
“Rock Island, yet again. And this time we didn’t go out and look for rocs’
eggs. Or,” he amended, “rather, Captain Salt didn’t send you out to look
for rocs’ eggs.”
A sly grin spread across the boy king’s face, and he glanced wryly
at Roger, Zipper, and then Sally. “You do realize,” he said, rather
quietly, “that I found rocs’ eggs on Rock Island each and every time I
went out there, don’t you?” He folded his arms across his chest. Before
Roger or any of the others could answer, he put his fingers to his lips
and shushed them. “Shh! Let’s go back to the tank!”
Nikobo nodded in approval once she heard Tandy’s revelation, and
quietly added, “I knew you didn’t have it in you to steal a mother’s
baby.” A large tear welled up in the hippopotamus’s eye and slid down
her snout. “You’re a good boy.” Over the years, Nikobo came to look
upon Tandy as her son, and he often treated her as a mother-figure. Thiswas not lost on Sally, who wrapped her arm tighter around Tandy’s and
pulled closer to him.
They gathered close around the tank to learn that each year, as
the Crescent Moon passed Rock Island, Captain Salt would send Tandy
out in a skiff to search for and bring back a roc’s egg; and each time
Tandy would return empty-handed. Though rocs had been sighted flying
about and roosting on the island, Captain Salt’s prize eluded him every
time.
“Once, I figured I’d bring an egg-shaped rock on board, just to
appease the captain… but it started hatching right when I lifted it. It
really was a roc’s egg! I had to put it down quick!”
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Ato rang fourteen bells from the kitchen, interrupting their
huddled discussion, and rousing Captain Salt, Truella, and presumably
Bobo from their sleep. “Breakfast!” came the voice of the ship’s cook
from below deck. Leaving Nikobo, Arko and Orpa in the tank, Tandy,
Sally, Roger and Zipper descended the steps leading downward to the
galley. Captain Salt was awake as well, or so they gathered by all the
stomping and fussing that came from his cabin. With a slam of a door
and heavy footfalls, the Captain came bounding down the stairs.
“I could’ve slept another hour or so,” he groused as he erupted
into the kitchen in a flurry of brash colors just as the others were taking
their seats at the large table. “I see our guest the ork is here,” he
observed, nodding at Zipper. “An’ where’s Princess Truella?”
“Good morning, everyone,” said the princess as she entered the
kitchen. Though her dress was still torn, her hair was neatly combed
back, and her face was fresh and clean. “It’s wonderful what just a few
hours of sleep can do for you, right?” She smiled brightly and sat in the
chair that Tandy had chivalrously pulled out for her. “Something smells
lovely!”
“Why am I still on this wreck of a ship?” demanded a surly voicefrom behind them. Truella and the others turned to see Prince Bobo
stumbling awkwardly into the kitchen, his princely garments looking
slept in and rumpled. He rubbed his eyes and repeated, “Why am I still
here? Are we docked at my summer palace? I thought I told you to wake
me once we got here! Do you people ever listen?? I’ll take some
breakfast, but then I must be off!” He sat grumpily in another chair and
stared grimly at his empty plate, a knife and fork in either hand.
“Ahem,” coughed Ato from over at his vast stove. “Tandy, if you
could?” The ship’s cabin boy quickly arose to help Ato pass out the food.
With Sally at his side almost constantly, Tandy, being heavily smitten as
it were, was quite distracted, and was forgetting to do the things he
normally would.
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“Your majesty,” Tandy said, holding a huge bowl of scrambled
eggs, with a serving spoon in hand.
“Fill it up,” grunted Bobo, backing away from the plate he had
hunched over.
“Eggs?!” demanded Zipper, aghast. The ork stared in horror at the
bowl, and then to his fellow avian, Roger, who licked his tongue over his
beak in anticipation. “You can’t possibly be willing to eat eggs???”
“Oh, my friend Zipper,” assured Ato, piling some onto a plate that
was set before the ork. “These are the freshest eggs you can get, grown
on Jacqueline’s island from the best egg-plants. They cultivate them
there, along with their fruit groves. Truly organic in every sense of the
word.”
“These are vegetables?” demanded Zipper, still staring at the food
in disgust.
“Vegetables!” replied Roger, who was already digging into the pile
of scrambled eggs that Tandy had put on his plate.
“I was not referring to you,” spoke Tandy, curtly, addressing Bobo.
Even a budding romance could not make Tandy see the prince as other
than the ass he truly was. He turned and bowed to Truella. “Yourmajesty,” he repeated. “Would you care to have some scrambled eggs?”
“Please, and thank you,” replied the princess, leaning back to
allow Tandy access to her plate. “That looks and smells wonderful!”
Ato followed with a heaping platter of steaming sausage links.
“These are fresh from the sausage groves of Quok. Can’t get any
better!”
“Oh, indeed!” agreed Truella. “We trade with them all the time,
since Quok’s just south of Mo, across Junkum.” Eagerly, the princess
used her fork to pull several sausage links onto her plate. “Thank you!”
By now, Bobo realized that the ‘majesty’ Tandy had referred to
was not him; and not just because his plate was still barren. As Tandy
filled Bobo’s plate with eggs, which Ato followed with sausage, Bobo
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turned to stare at the newcomer seated across from him. Though he was
annoyed that his question went unanswered, he was intrigued to see
that there were two new arrivals on the ship: a princess and an ork. A
princess of Mo, to be precise. He knew there were many, but still… a
princess of Mo, all the same.
“Oh, where are my manners?” said Bobo, standing up and bowing
to Truella.
“Where indeed?” whispered Roger to Sally, who giggled behind
her hand.
Ignoring the Read Bird’s statement, Bobo grasped Truella’s hand
and bent to kiss it. “I am Prince Bobo, ruler of Boboland. Whom do I have
the honor of addressing?”
Withdrawing her hand from his, Truella blushed, and nodded her
head. “I am Truella of Mo, daughter of the Magical Monarch. I’m so
delighted to see you, Prince Bobo. I was actually on my way to visit you
when a terrible storm blew us off course.”
“Oh, and it was a monster storm, too!” bewailed Zipper,
shuddering, his plumed tuft quivering all about, his eyes looking straight
down at his plate. Though Zipper had gladly eaten his sausages, he stillsniffed reluctantly at the scrambled eggs still on his plate. Noting the
ork’s discomfort, Ato pulled the dish away, and opened a cupboard to
look for some oats or nuts.
“You absolutely must depart with me,” insisted Bobo, grinning.
“We are docked at my summer palace, and I’m sure you will be
delighted with the royal accommodations.”
Roger coughed, disguising a snicker, while Ato blushed and
bustled away to his stove, where he was bringing a large pot of water to
boil for lunch.
“Well, now,” muttered Captain Salt, but his voice trailed off into
his beard.
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Truella continued smiling at Bobo, and placed her hand on her
cheek. “Oh… I had thought we were traveling to Tarara. Zipper and I will
gladly accompany you, and perhaps be of assistance on the voyage.”
Bobo’s fork fell with a clatter as he dropped it next to his plate.
Turning slowly to face Captain Salt, the prince of Boboland grimaced and
asked, “Is this true?”
It was with a great deal of ruffled feathers, coughing, stuttering,
and “Now, see here!” that the situation was explained to Bobo. He was a
captive guest on the Crescent Moon, and no amount of threats,
wheedling, and whining would change the ship’s course. Truella, who
was a mystified part of Captain Salt’s conspiracy, did her best to calm
the prince, and much as Ato had predicted, her presence was enough to
eventually sooth Bobo into a sullen silence. Before he stalked back to his
cabin, he managed to bow politely to Truella, and gave each of the other
members of the crew a menacing stare through narrowed eyes, along
with a meaningful “bah!”
As Ato and Tandy brought up breakfast for the mer-folk and the
hippopotamus, Sally cleared away the dishes and began washing them
in the kitchen’s sink. Truella gladly joined her, rolling up the vast, puffyred sleeves of her gown and tying her hair in a knot behind her head.
“Oh, what fun!” exulted Truella as the sink filled up with sudsy
water. “I haven’t gotten to wash dishes in at least fifty years! We’re on
an actual adventure, aren’t we?”
“I do believe we are,” replied Sally as she stood next to the
princess. After the first basin had filled, she filled up the second one
next to it in the sink, to rinse off the dishes. “I haven’t had the chance to
actually wash dishes before.” She looked around the kitchen, along with
Truella, and both ladies let out a collective gasp. Pots and pans were
piled on counter tops, with dishes, cups, saucers, and all sorts of
silverware in between. Turning to the princess with a grin, Sally
exclaimed, “I think we’re going to have to clean the entire kitchen!”
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“Oh good!” squealed Truella, dancing up and down and clasping
her hands with glee.
Ato returned to his kitchen a good while later, after having visited
with Nikobo, Arko, Orpa, and the rest of the crew. Much to his surprise,
the breakfast dishes had been cleaned and were stacked neatly in the
drying rack, and the two ladies were busily attacking the rest of the
cleaning that he had not yet gotten around to.
“Can I interest you two in a steady position here in the kitchen?”
he laughingly asked.
“Only if you promise to try some of my family recipes!” answered
Truella eagerly. She and Sally both were anxious to help out on the
journey, and had found their spot on the Crescent Moon.
The two soon became well entrenched in the ship’s crew, despite
Truella’s insistence that she was merely along for this single journey,
and would depart once they returned to Boboland. Sally, on the other
hand, made no such comments. On the contrary, she was hoping to
remain on board as long as they would have her.
“Orpa,” said Sally, leaning curiously toward the green-scaled
mermaid, “I love your name. Is it possible that it’s a family name?” Thesea fairy had brought up a platter of sliced melon to share with them,
and resumed her mermaid form once she stepped into the tank.
Orpa smiled sadly and waved her tail in the water, accidentally
splashing Nikobo in the face. The hippo laughed, not minding at all. “I
was named for my grandfather,” Orpa replied. Noticing Sally’s and
Nikobo’s startled looks, she clarified. “He spelled his name with an ‘h’ at
the end. It’s a masculine version of the name. He departed long ago for
the mainland of Oz. I believe he is something like a guardian for a herd
of seahorses that live in a salt-water lake in the Munchkin Country… for
the king of the Munchkins? I can’t remember his name right now. I sure
do miss him.” She sighed, slumping her shoulders.
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“We’re seriously far from the mainland of Oz,” commented Tandy
as he walked over to the tank. Doffing his shirt and his sandals, the
cabin boy walked through the gate of the tank and sat down next to
Sally in the water. By now, being temporarily transformed into a
merman by the sea fairy was no longer new to him, but he enjoyed it
nonetheless. “We’re getting close to Tarara, to my homeland:
Ozamaland… or Ozama. I think that’s what the people called it. It’s been
so very long…”
“How long has it been?” asked Sally as she leaned her head on his
chest, allowing her blonde hair to cascade over it and mingle in the
water.
Tandy thought for a moment, pursing his lips and staring
downward at the fish tail that had formed from his legs. He wiggled it
about in the tank, and Sally affectionately wrapped her tail around his. “I
think,” he began slowly, looking up at his companions. Nikobo nudged
his other side, and he patted her head absent-mindedly. “Eighty…
eighty years, maybe?”
Sally gasped. As a sea fairy, she would not age and had indeed
been alive for countless decades—if not centuries—but she realized thateight decades was very much a long time for humans. “Do you think
anything has changed?”
Tandy shook his head, though he was not certain. “I’m sure
Chunum is waiting for me to get back,” he murmured as night fell on the
ship and the waters of the Nonestic. “It’s a magical land, just like Oz, Ev,
Mo, Ix, Boboland… Nobody… grows old there. I think .”
Nikobo nudged Tandy’s side again, and Sally wrapped her arms
around Tandy’s waist. Arko and Orpa mirrored them across the tank,
wrapped in each other’s arms, but remained silent. They all could sense
Tandy’s uncertainty and his concern.
“I’ve been away too long. Really, it’s not very nice that I’ve made
Chunum wait so long. Imagine how relieved he’ll be that I’m returning!”
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The journey to Tarara was blessedly uneventful. At times, Arko,
Orpa and Sally would dive off the side of the ship to swim ahead of it,
joining pods of orcas or dolphins, or to seek out any unique ocean
produce that might grow in the region. Thankfully the ship’s hold was
filled to overflowing with the watermelons from Pirate Island, and Ato’s
ample stores ensured a good variety of meals along the way. Still,
though, sea-cucumbers and water chestnuts were welcome additions to
the stores.
Occasionally Prince Bobo would deign to gloomily walk along the
deck and stare off in the distance behind them, but he said little,
morosely accepting his fate. A silent Bobo was something the crew
couldn’t quite get use to.
“Perhaps the prince is aware of his sister’s efforts in his stead,”
mused Ato to Tandy one evening as they watched Bobo glumly dragging
his feet across the boards of the deck.
“He didn’t really put up as much of a fight as I thought he would,”
added the cabin boy. His own demeanor was enough to concern the
ship’s cook, who took it upon himself to engage the cabin boy in
conversation as much as possible.Ato noticed, with some relief, that Tandy was still drawing, and
admired the highly-detailed portrait Tandy had just completed of the
scowling prince.
“I expect his majesty, despite his attitude, knows that his kingdom
is in good hands,” added Roger, who had fluttered down from the crow’s
nest to join them. The Read Bird, too, had noticed Tandy’s listlessness,
and meant to find out what was going on. With a crowd gathering, Tandy
self-consciously closed his sketchbook and put it under his arm, stowing
the pencil over his ear.
As the three watched, Truella emerged from below deck and
strode purposefully over to Bobo, walking along beside him as he
sullenly stared off at the horizon. She spoke with him quietly, gingerly
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placing her hand on his shoulder, and then cautiously linking her arm
through his.
“And that,” declared Ato, grinning at his friends, “is why having a
princess of Mo aboard is an excellent idea!”
CHAPTER THREE: OF THINGS CHANGED
“Please inform this so-called Sheik of yours,” declared Tandy
authoritatively, yelling across to the other ship, “that King Tazander
Tazah has returned, and would appreciate being allowed to disembark in
his own land without any further delay!”
“Oho! King Tazander it is, yes?” retorted the smiling, rotund man
from the other ship which was idling close by. The Crescent Moon had
set anchor off the southernmost coast of Tarara, near the White City of
Om. The large man genuflected regally with a flair of sarcasm, then
shouted across, “Please be patient, young man. I will return shortly with
an answer!” With the smirk of a smile and disparaging flounce, the
plump dignitary turned away.
Roughly two weeks’ sailing had brought the Crescent Moon to the
eastern shores of Ozamaland, its stunning white cliffs prominently in
sight all along the coast. Another day’s sailing brought the ship and itscrew to the massive jetties that reached out from the port city of Om.
“No ship has ever touched its shores,” explained Tandy, pointing out to
the long docks and jetties at which other ships had weighed anchor.
“And probably never will.”
An armada of vessels had met the old pirate ship near the dock
that led to the path up the cliffs to Om. They were small, swift craft,
richly painted in bright shades of blue, purple, and gold. “Like gaudy
peacocks,” noted Captain Salt as they were met with the flagship of the
armada, “and just as creepy, I might add.”
“I don’t recall there being an armada here the last time we
visited,” observed Ato. He, along with the rest of the voyagers, had
gathered with Tandy on the deck of the Crescent Moon to confront the
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flotilla of ships. “But that was decades ago, as clear as I can remember.
It seems things have changed somewhat since then.”
The rotund fellow—one Ali ben Utsa, as he had identified himself—
welcomed them to “Ot’Sama”, which Tandy felt must have been an odd
pronunciation of “Ozama,” though it somehow sounded right to him.
Even with that small assurance, the roving king could not seem to find
any peace of mind about his much delayed homecoming.
Yet another day passed before the flagship returned, having left
the rest of the armada to keep an eye on the Crescent Moon. Ali ben
Utsa once again shouted across the expanse of water to the newcomers,
insisting that they follow his ship westward along the coast, to an inlet
where a grand river wound its way inland. Once at the mouth of the
river, they would dock, and make contact with the man that Ali referred
to only as “His Most Exalted Majesty.”
This was all highly unusual, but once Ato and Bobo both reminded
Captain Salt that he was a knight of Oz, and acted as Royal Emissary on
behalf of Queen Ozma herself, and that Tandy was indeed king of this
land and that rules of decorum should be followed, they agreed to ben
Utsa’s orders and followed his ship to the mouth of the river. Though thevast majority of the armada dropped away to remain at their posts, a
good many of the peacock-hued craft accompanied them, which left
Tandy feeling even more bewildered.
The waters along the coast were choppy with dancing billows,
even as far out as the armada escorted the Crescent Moon. As far as the
eye could see, white cliffs towered over blindingly white sandy beaches,
with massive jetties intermittently jutting out into the water from the
coast. The jetties were formed from gigantic white boulders, and one
could only imagine how high they were piled deep into the ocean to
reach out as far as they did. Some of the jetties, as Captain Salt
presumed, were as much as a mile long.
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The sun dipped lower, tainting the western horizon with its bloody
hue, as Ali ben Utsa at last led them to a region of coastline that was
much lusher with foliage. Soon the white cliffs ceased, allowing the
jungle flora to crowd around the mouth of a great river.
“I think I remember that,” noted Tandy, somewhat more hopeful,
as the ships changed course toward it. The Ozamaland ships put out
oars from their sides and started inward, but Captain Salt merely pushed
some of the knobs at the ship’s helm, enabling the Crescent Moon to
move against the current with ease. “I think it’s called…” He paused,
shaking his head as if shaking loose the memory. “Otsavom? The
Otsavom River?” He nodded his head, a smile slowly working its way
across his lips. “Yes, that’s the Otsavom River! There’s a port inland a
bit, where it branches off to the Movasto River, and that’s why the land
is so lush here. That’s why Om was built on the coast… the cliffs on the
south, the Movasto on the north. I remember, because they’re the same
word, and one is just spelled backwards! I remember!”
Standing beside him, Sally could easily feel Tandy’s excitement.
She looked at his face, just moments before lined with doubt, now
positively beaming with joy. She smiled at him, and marveled how helooked like a lost little boy now finally returning home. Sally felt a bit of
longing pass over her, thinking of her own home under the sea and far
away, but let it pass knowing she would see it again soon. Tandy
glanced happily at Sally, pressing her hand tightly in his, finding a
renewed confidence in the closeness of her.
King Tazander Tazah had put away the mundane attire of Tandy
the cabin boy, and now wore a more regal tunic and leggings, with a
cape hanging off one shoulder, and his old crown atop his head. There
were some dents in the golden coronet, but it was still a stunning
symbol of his power and title. Ato had doffed his chef’s hat and apron,
and likewise put on the regalia he had in storage. Prince Bobo and
Princess Truella, side by side, had dressed up in their finest. For Truella,
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that meant repairing any rents in her gown with whatever thread she
could find aboard. Thankfully, with the bolts of cloth in the ship’s hold, a
good supply of thread could be found, and she even nicked a length of
red velvet which she sewed with brocade to make a new cape befitting
her status. Captain Salt had donned his military finest, presenting a
dashing figure as he personally steered the ship upriver.
“This is definitely more interesting than the coral reef,” enthused
Arko to Orpa, as the two swam about anxiously in the tank, almost
matching the restless pacing of the others on deck. “Yes, indeed,”
agreed the mermaid. “This might just turn out to be a grand adventure
yet.”
“We must be on our finest behavior, you two,” admonished
Nikobo, her snout regally turned upward and sniffing at the air. “This is
Tandy’s home country, and we represent Her Majesty, Ozma of Oz. We
are emissaries to this strange land—you, I, the Captain, all of us—and
must present an air of dignity and decorum. We do not want these
people thinking we are a bunch of uncivilized simpletons.”
Orpa laughed, sending a huge splash of water at the hippo’s head
with her tail. “Oh, fie on dignity and a pox on decorum! We can still beemissaries, and have fun while we’re at it! This is an adventure, after
all.”
Nikobo looked pointedly at the mermaid. “We don’t know these
people,” she said softly, blinking her large, wet eyes. “I’m afraid Tandy
might be right in his concern. Things may have changed since we were
last here, and perhaps not for the better.” She thought about the
armada of ships that had met them upon their arrival, and the strange
way they were being herded up a river instead of being allowed direct
access to Om. This was not how a kingdom should greet its long absent
sovereign. “Please, let’s just take this one carefully, all right?”
Orpa nodded her head in agreement, the gravity of their current
situation finally sinking in. Her eyes looked out over the bow of the ship
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at their naval escort, and narrowed with suspicion. She leaned in closer
to her husband, entwining her fluke tail tightly with his, as the spines on
her body pulsated with a deadly twinge.
Along the banks of the river, smaller docks poked out from the
land into the water, with ships of all sorts and sizes either moving about
or anchored to them. Eastward, to their right, and a few miles off, smoke
from chimneys rose upward, and stray lights began to flicker on as dusk
fell like a heavy net.
“That’ll be the river port,” breathed Tandy in excitement to Sally.
He kept his eyes trained on their destination. “It was so small… an
outpost, really. The last time I was here—before Captain Salt and Ato
rescued me, that is—I took a tour to inspect it. There was a small fort
guarding the dock, and a single road leading to it from Om. Just look at
it! Look at how it’s grown!”
Ali ben Utsa’s smaller ship slowed, and with his telescope, Captain
Salt could see the chubby man waving for them to steer close enough to
his ship for shouting.
“Honored guests!” shouted the man. He was wearing different
clothes from when they first encountered him. Now he wore a garishblue robe, and a matching gaudy headscarf tied around his brow with an
embellishing gold cord. “Kindly weigh anchor here, if you would be so
kind. A boat will be sent out to you, and we request that you join us for a
banquet in your honor!”
“A banquet?” repeated Ato incredulously, turning to exchange
confused looks with the others. Roger remained in the crow’s nest,
keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Sally, Arko and Orpa had
stealthily crept down the sides of the ship to swim by its keel, and
Zipper had flown into the jungle the first chance he could, as they
passed a bend in the river and came within mere feet of the lush foliage.
With the mer-folk and the ork off-ship, Captain Salt felt more assured. If
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something unforeseen should arrive, something unfortunate, at least
their friends could either flee, or, if need be, come to their aid.
“A banquet!” laughed Ali, seeing the exchanged looks of concern
between the Crescent Moon’s crew. “Please, join us! His Most Gracious
and Exalted Majesty insists!”
“Normally, I’m all for a banquet,” remarked Ato to his shipmates.
He stood with Captain Salt, Prince Bobo, and Princess Truella on deck,
awaiting the boat that would take them to the mainland. Nikobo and
Roger would remain on board, though only the hippopotamus would be
in sight. Roger was silent and hidden.
Soon, a boat was dispatched from the dock near where the ship
had anchored. As it neared the ship, Captain Salt and the others were
obliged to descend a rope ladder to meet it. Ato remained on board, a
symbolic gesture really, but strategic as well.
Ali ben Utsa himself was on the boat, having docked his ship and
gone ashore. He led the boat from the dock to the Crescent Moon, and
welcomed Captain Salt, Bobo, Tandy and Truella. “Where is the rest of
your crew?” he asked, looking above them to the ship suspiciously.
“Surely a craft this size demands a full crew? You must have almost onehundred men!” The vizier was digging, none too subtlety, to assess
what he considered to be a threat.
“Aye, she’s a big ship, ain’t she?” agreed Captain Salt, guardedly.
“The crew’s been ordered below deck to their quarters. We don’t want
any trouble, and some of ’em are a rowdy bunch, they is.” He looked
steadily at Bobo, Truella, and Tandy as he spoke, communicating with
them silently to keep up the ruse. There was something suspicious
about this entire situation, and they could not yet afford to be
completely forthcoming with their hosts.
“Of course, of course,” wheezed Ali with thinly veiled distrust,
genuflecting begrudgingly to his guests as they entered the boat. The
last down the ladder was Truella, and the men rowing the boat averted
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their eyes from her, though they stared in curiosity at the men.
“Welcome,” muttered Ali in Truella’s direction. He did not look upon her
face, but stared downward as he spoke to her.
Truella noticed the men’s reticence toward her and wondered, but
said nothing as she sat next to Prince Bobo on the boat. Tandy and
Captain Salt sat on her other side, flanking her. All of a sudden, the
three men felt very protective of the princess, making sure to keep her
between them and away from the others.
A glance toward the water informed Captain Salt that Arko, Orpa
and Sally were well out of sight, though he did catch a glimpse of a tail…
presumably belonging to Arko or Orpa. Tandy looked too, and then met
Samuel’s eyes. Nodding slightly to each other, they returned their
attention quickly to Ali.
“A banquet?” questioned the young Ozamaland king. “So, word of
my return has spread, then. Why, though, have we been escorted here,
rather than to the White City of Om?”
“All will be made clear, honorable guests. Please have patience,
which is a virtue, after all. We will soon be on the shore. Movasto awaits
you as does our Most Regal Lord!” Venom dripped with each worduttered from the vizier’s mouth.
“Movasto,” repeated Tandy musingly, choosing to ignore the
portly man’s rudeness. “That’s the river tributary that goes back toward
Om, isn’t it?”
Ali nodded, smiling. “Your knowledge of our geography is most
accurate,” he said in his wheedling tone, his eyes narrowing with
mistrust. He pointed toward the village of buildings and tents that
awaited them. “The port takes its name from the river. Movasto has
been generous to Ot’Sama. Praise ever be to Arpete'!”
“Ot’Sama,” echoed Tandy, turning his gaze away from the port to
address their wary host. “Ot’Sama… not Ozama? Ozamaland?”
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“We have heard that other people call our land by this profane
name,” Ali replied. “But let me assure you, dear guest: our land has
been always… Ot’Sama.” Reverently, the vizier steepled his fingers in
front of his puffy face, and looked solemnly upward as he spoke the
name.
Tandy nodded, licking lips that had suddenly gone dry. “That’s
right,” he said, quietly. “Not Ozamaland… Ot’Sama. That’s right.” Once
more, he returned his gaze to the port. “Movasto! Wow!”
Once the boat reached the dock, they were all able to step out of
it easily, and walk to the shore. The four men who had road the boat
averted their eyes from Truella as she disembarked, as did Ali. Prince
Bobo genteelly offered his arm to her, and both silently followed behind
Samuel and Tandy as they were led toward the settlement.
Rough buildings and tents of all sizes were clustered about the
area, which had been cleared of jungle quite some time ago. The ground
was trampled flat, and there were streets and alleyways between the
buildings upon which carts were pulled by white camels and elephants.
As they passed, soldiers in brilliant white uniforms pushed back
onlookers to give Captain Salt and the others a clear path toward alarge, regal tent toward the settlement’s center. They could not help but
notice that the people bustling about were mostly men; all wearing the
same sort of cloth head coverings, though some children darted about
between the crowds. Several gasped in disbelief as they caught sight of
Truella, and quickly averted their gazes while making strange gestures
with their hands.
“Patriarchal society?” muttered Tandy with disapproval. He
reached his arm protectively toward Truella, linking it in her own. On her
other side, Bobo had already put his arm through hers, so the princess
was flanked by her stalwart defenders. “I don’t remember it being like
this… but maybe…” Tandy felt any hint of nostalgia drain completely
away from him.
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“Let’s just get to where we’re going, and let that wait until later,”
grumbled Bobo, who had until this point kept silent. “I do not like it here.
I can’t put my finger on it, but I don’t know that I care for this so-called
country of yours.” He shot a dark glance at Tandy, and then turned
away.
Ali ben Utsa, with great pomposity, addressed the white-suited
guards outside the great palatial tent. Torches burned on sconces all
around the pavilion, sending smoke upward and giving off a good
amount of heat. The guards bowed curtly to Ali, then stepped out of his
way. One lifted the entry flap of the tent, and the others gestured at Ali
and his guests to enter.
The canvas of the tent itself was of bright blue tints, ranging from
diamond to deep aqua, with purple, turquoise, and green stripes
between the larger blue panels. Gold cords wove between the cloth
panels and the firelight from outside pulsated through the brilliant
fabric, casting an uneasy blue glow over everything inside.
A low table was spread with several ornate dishes and cups. Blue
and gold cushions were set at six places around the table. Ali gestured
for them to take their seats, which they carefully did, leaving thecushion at the head of the table open for their host.
“His Most Noble Majesty will be joining us shortly,” he explained to
them, nodding at each in turn—except for Truella, whom he quickly
passed his gaze over. “Please, do wait to partake until His Grace arrives.
It is with great honor that we welcome you to Movasto, and we only ask
that you respect our customs.” He glanced tellingly at Captain Salt, but
Samuel understood nothing of the look. Thinking fast, Tandy reached up
a hand and pulled the captain’s hat off his head, setting it in front of
him.
A stirring of cloth in the rear of the tent drew their attention, and
they all turned to see another—apparently hidden—flap lifted to allow
another man to enter. He was an elderly gentleman, dressed in blue and
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gold finery, with a cloth tied about his head much like the others they
had encountered. He walked with a staff in hand, and was followed by
three of the soldiers. Each soldier carried with them a broad scimitar,
which they simultaneously removed from their belts and pointed at the
visitors.
“What manner of double-dealing is this?!!” demanded Captain Salt
angrily, trying to hastily rise to his feet. Strong hands latched on to his
shoulders and pushed the good captain down from behind. The other
baffled guests looked about the tent in dismay, noting quickly that four
more guards had silently crept in behind them.
“A simple formality, you must understand,” sneered Ali with his
serpentine grin, remaining seated as he smugly folded his hands across
his ample belly. He then nodded at the older man, who merely turned
his gaze away in disgust.
The old man gestured to the guards behind them, but did not
speak. The guards knelt down and patted Samuel, Tandy and Bobo all
over, reaching around from behind them to feel over their arms, chests,
waists, and legs. The soldier behind Captain Salt removed the old
pirate’s muskets and daggers, much to Samuel’s objections. Thescimitars aimed at their throats were enough to keep them immobile,
allowing the other soldiers to complete their tasks. Only Truella
remained unmolested for the moment. Then the old man strode around
to stand behind her, using his staff to carefully tap the princess’s sides
and arms.
With a snort of dissidence, the older fellow walked out the front
flap of the tent, followed by the four guards who had knelt behind the
guests and searched them. The three guards with brandished scimitars
pulled them back, sheathing them. They backed up to the rear of the
tent, exiting as abruptly as they had entered.
“I am sure I do not need to explain what that was about,” drawled
Ali ben Utsa derisively. “And if you need to ask, I would have to question
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your lack of intelligence. A little more patience is still required of you, if
you would be so kind.”
“He didn’t hurt you with that damnable staff, did he?” demanded
Bobo, speaking softly to Truella. She shook her head, her pale cheeks
flushing crimson. The prince nodded gently and sighed in relief.
“That was a security pat-down,” commented Tandy appreciatively.
He was unaffected by the experience, realizing the necessity of such a
thing. “We’re meeting at a remote outpost, rather than in the city
proper. It’s all precautions for safety, of course.”
Captain Salt merely growled, wrinkling his nose at the smarmy,
rotund fellow who was calmly sitting at the far end of the table with his
sickening smile.
Once again, the rear flap of the tent was lifted, allowing two girls
to enter. They were dressed in shades of blue and gold, and wore veils
over their pretty olive-colored faces. They glanced demurely at the
guests, and widened their eyes in surprise and pleasure at Truella.
Through the veils, both women could be seen to smile as they poured a
crystalline liquid from shiny copper pitchers into the cups at each
setting.“Thank you,” said Truella, appreciatively placing her hand upon
the server’s. The young woman nodded back to her, but said nothing.
She exchanged a smile with her companion, and the two left after filling
all the cups on the table, including that of their absent host.
Three boys entered, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen years
of age, and carried with them plates heaped with savory slices of roast,
steamed vegetables, and piles of spiced rice. These they set out on the
table in front of each guest. Taking his cue from Truella, Tandy reached
out to touch the arm of one of the boys. “Thank you,” he said, looking
into one boy’s face. His skin was darker than Tandy’s, despite the deep
tan that darkened the young king’s complexion. The fellow—not a boy at
all, but a young man—had dark hair that was tied back behind his head,
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and like the women, wore bright blues and gold. He appeared to be
older than the others by a few years; at least eighteen or nineteen, and
possibly as old as twenty-five. Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head,
he looked carefully at Tandy, studying his face, then nodded and left
with the others. “You are most welcome, honored guests,” he said as he
stepped out.
“I’m starting to get hungry,” complained Bobo under his breath. “I
wish our marvelous host would get on with it.”
Ali placed his stubby fingers to his mouth stifling a chortle, as he
nodded his chubby head at them. The cloth he wore over his head
swayed with imperious glee, brushing against the collar of his shirt. “You
have already met him…well, them actually.” He guffawed outright, and
then quieted down at once as the back flap was raised once again.
The same server that Tandy had spoken to, along with one of the
girls who had come in previously, entered. The clothes they wore were
now embellished with lavish vests and resplendent jewelry.
The young woman’s dress was accentuated with a shimmery belt
made from precious stones and pearlescent shells, and around her
wrists were tied several jeweled bracelets. At her neck was a large pearlpendant, surrounded by blue and turquoise gemstones. Though covered
with a veil, they could easily see her bright red lips drawn in a pleasant
smile, and her black hair was tied up behind her ears with finely jeweled
chains.
The man was less lavishly adorned, though he had donned a
purple and blue vest over his simple shirt. A golden sash was tied about
his waist, and large blue opals were on rings on both hands. Around his
neck hung a golden chain, from which a pearl matching the young
woman’s hung. The cloth over his head was tied with a woven gold sash.
“Permit me, honored guests, to introduce you to our Most
Esteemed and Exalted Ruler, Sheik Tazander Tazah, the One and Only!
May He reign for a thousand years! ” Waving a pudgy hand in the young
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man’s direction, Ali made an ingratiating bow from his seated position.
“And may I also present His most lovely and gracious bride, Najira ab
Alon.” He repeated the gesture to the young woman. After their
introductions, the couple looked for a place to sit, but saw only one open
space.
“I’m afraid my people have made an error,” spoke Sheik
Tazander, looking pointedly at Ali ben Utsa. “There are only six places
set at this table, yet there are seven of us here.”
“Perhaps it is because one of our guests is a woman?” questioned
Najira, tilting her head at the seated princess. “Our retainers are so
devoted to antiquated customs that they would assume a female would
not be welcome at the Sheik’s table. And yet, here I am.” She offered
her hand to Truella, who shook it. “And here you are.”
“And there you are,” added Sheik Tazander, waving his hand
dismissively at Ali. “You are sitting there, when my wife has no place to
sit. What would you have me do?”
A sudden terror overcame the tubby man, and he practically leapt
off the cushion. “Most Gracious Sheik Tazander, I was happily keeping
Najira’s seat for her. It is warm and comfortable!” He turned to theSheik’s wife, looking only at her feet. “Please, allow me to excuse
myself. I am unworthy to remain in your presence. Thank you for
allowing me—”
The Sheik cut him off decidedly with a gesture of his imperial
hand. He held two fingers straight up in his direction, which the
blundering vizier understood immediately. Bowing repeatedly and
practically tripping over his own bumbling feet, Ali ben Utsa backed out
of the tent’s front entrance.
“My apologies, most welcome guests,” spoke the young man
courteously as he led his wife to the end of the table. She sat down on
the cushion, and let go of his hand. He quickly strode to the head of the
table, and took his seat. “We had to ensure that you come in peace. I’m
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sure you understand.” His gaze continually returned to Tandy, whom he
studied carefully. “I would love to learn the names of our honored
guests.” He absently pulled at the hairs of his goatee and rubbed his
chin. “Especially you, most honored sir. It would seem you are called
none other than King Tazander Tazah.”
Raising an eyebrow, Tandy realized that the conversation was
directed at him, and took the lead. As he was seated directly to the right
of the Sheik, he began. “My name is indeed Tazander Tazah, and I am
the King of Ozam—er, Ot’Sama. My royal aunts and Sheik Chunum were
ruling in my absence. I’m here to let my people know that I am still alive
and well, and to ask if my aunts and the Sheik would continue to rule
over the country should I choose to go on with my education aboard
Captain Salt’s ship.” Though feeling more welcome with the Sheik and
his wife, Tandy still felt the need to remain guarded, and said nothing
more about himself or his decades-long absence.
Seated to Tandy’s right was the Captain, whom he introduced
next. “This is Sir Samuel Salt, captain of the ship Crescent Moon,
appointed Royal Explorer of Her Majesty, Ozma of Oz. Next to him is
Princess Truella of Mo, daughter of the Magical Monarch of Mo, andemissary of the southern kingdom.”
“And a most gracious welcome to you, Princess,” spoke Najira.
She leaned over the table to address Truella. “It is not often that we
have the honor of welcoming a guest such as you.” She leaned back and
placed her hands in her lap. “Though my husband has made great
strides and advances in thought, there are many here who still adhere
to tradition. It has only been a few years since he has been named Sheik
of Ot’Sama.”
“So we’ve learned,” spoke Tandy. He cleared his throat, and
finished the introductions. “To your left,” he said, addressing Najira, “is
Prince Bobo of Boboland, who is on a quest to establish diplomatic ties
with all the nations of our great continent.”
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“And presumably this lovely country, as well,” added Bobo, raising
his cup to salute both the Sheik and Najira.
“A worthy quest indeed,” the Sheik commented, raising his own
cup to mimic Bobo’s friendly gesture. Once again turning his attention to
Tandy, he asked, “Your name is Tazander Tazah, the absent king of
Ot’Sama, yes? We had thought King Tazander was long lost. It has been
nearly a century since last news was heard of the vanished king of Om.
Tell me, please, how you have come to this conclusion that you are he.”
Tandy was affronted, and frowned with distaste. “I am most
certainly the ‘lost’ king of Om. As I told you before, my name is
Tazander Tazah.” Feeling the need to explain himself, he continued.
“When I was last here, the nine Ozamandarins plotted against me, and
got a magician named… Boglodore to kidnap me and do away with me. I
was rescued from my captivity by the good Captain Salt and his crew,
and we returned to Oza—er, I mean, Ot’Sama. The Ozamandarins—”
“Ot’Samandarians, perhaps?” interjected Najira helpfully, tilting
her head.
“Yes, that’s right. That’s it.” Tandy nodded his head, closing his
eyes in concentration. “Didjabo, Lotho, Teebo, and the others. I don’tremember all their names. They locked me up in a tower, and were
going to do something else, but I was rescued again. Sheik Chunum and
my aunts, Alee’ah, Mazarah, and Nylara, they took charge of the country
in my place. I left with the Crescent Moon to…” He paused, struggling to
choose the right words. Did he leave to have fun and enjoy his youth,
gallivanting around the world on a pirate ship, or did he leave to learn
humility and gain an education? “I left with the Crescent Moon in order
to broaden my horizons, to learn as much as I could, and gain the
wisdom that I would need to rule my country as best as possible.”
Sheik Tazander and Najira exchanged knowing looks. Blinking his
eyes downward, the Sheik regarded the cup from which he had not yet
drunk, and then glanced sideways at Tandy.
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“You speak the words of history as if from experience.” It was
Najira who had spoken, though all eyes were turned upon the Sheik.
“You realize,” he said in a soft voice, “that you were but a child
when you left here.” He played a wan smile across his face, amused at
the naïveté of it all. Before speaking, the Sheik went over his thoughts
carefully. “All that you had known to be true was from what you
experienced in another part of the world, and not from here. If indeed it
is you, King Tazander, you departed here with a childlike belief in magic;
and though we have some magic in our lands, we are surely not
immortal as you seem to be. We have wars, disease, pestilence,
hardship and despair. We are well-acquainted with what it means to
struggle and to suffer loss. We know what it means to die. But we also
have victory, strength, and happiness. We have life. Those joys are all
the more sweet because they are hard-won.”
He steepled his fingers together in front of his face, then
continued, “Sheik Chunum, may he ever be exalted, has long ago
departed this world; as have your aunts. He did not, however, leave
before starting a family.”
The sheik shifted his position, extending his legs out next to himso he could recline on the tent floor, leaning his head on his hand. “I am
the son of his son. My name is Sheik Tazander al Aqhmal al Chunum,
and your aunt Mazarah was my grandmother. I am the ruler of this land,
and I was named after the long lost king of Ot’Sama… you.”
Tandy’s mind was set spinning at the revelation. A strong feeling
of vertigo overtook him, and his breathing became heavy and labored as
grief set in profoundly upon him. All the people he had known—all the
people he had loved—his aunts, his servants, courtiers—were dead and
gone. They no longer existed, and now slipped away from him like some
mad, fading dream. “Ozamaland” no longer existed the way he
remembered it. Eight decades had passed since he last set foot on
Ot’Saman soil. “What…” he stammered, trying to keep himself from
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falling over. He leaned forward over his plate and hung his head low.
“What about the magician from the j-jungle? Bog… Boglodore?”
“We have heard nothing more about the magician,” answered
Najira from the other end of the table. “The history books tell of
Boglodore, and his involvement with your abduction, but once you were
returned to Ot’Sama, his and your stories both come to an end.”
“It has long been said that he and his elephant simply went out
into the great Monshera to die.” Sheik Tazander thought a moment, and
clarified. “The Monshera Desert.”
Tandy’s hands trembled as he fumbled at the silverware by his
plate. He attempted to cut into the roast with his knife, holding it down
with his fork, but his hands would not obey him, and he dropped them
with a clatter on his plate.
“People a-age…and…die…here? They cease to exist? I don’t
remember that. How can I not remember that?? How in Lurline’s name
can I be alive, if Chunum and Mazarah and the others aren’t?” Tears
stung bitterly at the lost king’s eyes, his temples pounding relentlessly.
Prince Bobo was the only member of the banquet who managed to
take some bites of his food, but he too set his fork and knife down. Truella placed her hand upon his, to show her appreciation and to
anchor herself for the coming moments. Captain Salt remained silent,
looking sadly at his young friend. Each of them seemed to understand
the concept of death, but it was still abstract to them. The act of no
longer living was not something they could easily understand. In his
younger years, Captain Salt had known death intimately, and was
thankful that the enchantment giving Ozians and many of their
neighbors enduring life had occurred during his lifetime.
“I’m afraid that be my fault, lad,” muttered the captain sullenly.
He miserably turned to face Tandy. “We been avoidin’ Tarara altogether
all these many years. I should’ve brought ye back sooner. I should’ve
known, but I had no idea that ye’d stop agin’ like the rest of us. Didn’t
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even think about it. Lurline’s enchantment… well, you know about
Dorothy and Trot and them. I guess it affected you, too. Only we had no
way o’ knowin’…or maybe I jus’ didn’t wanna know…”
“That my people were cursed to age and die?” growled Tandy, his
eyes clenched as tightly as his fists. “You took me away from my people,
and now they’re gone! All gone!!”
Najira spoke up, the voice of reason ringing in her words. “You told
us that you chose to accompany the captain and his crew,” she said.
She took a sip from her cup and gently set it back down. “You are in a
position unsuitable for arguing, your highness. We live, we age, and we
die. Such is the grand cycle life. It is not your life… not anymore. It is
ours now, and we do not complain.”
Tandy had a thought, and looked up suddenly, glaring at Sheik
Tazander. “You’re the grandson of Chunum and Mazarah. You’re just a
sheik. I’m still the king! This is still my country!”
“Just a sheik!” Laughing softly, Sheik Tazander raised an eyebrow
and regarded Tandy. He swirled the beverage in his cup and looked into
it. Lifting his gaze once more, the ruling sheik locked eyes with the
former king. “You’ll find, my exalted ancestor, that I can be a formidablefoe.” The sheik grinned, his white teeth looking razor sharp. “But,” he
added, “I can be an even better ally and friend.” Sheik Tazander
extended his hand to Tandy. “You must try this sherbet. It is freshly
made from coconut milk and guava purée, with the juice of oranges and
fresh spring water.”
Tandy looked at the hand offered to him. The skin, true enough,
was darker than his flesh; more like his departed Aunt Chunum’s
complexion had been. The nails were well manicured, but the skin of his
palm was rough—the hands of someone familiar with hard work. He
looked into the sheik’s face, studying the eyes that he first thought were
the eyes of a servant.
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“It’s good, is it?” he asked, the words almost choked in his throat.
The sheik continued holding out his hand, even when Tandy took a sip
from his cup. He nodded, agreeing. “It’s very good.” He turned to his
companions. “You should try this. I haven’t had anything like this before.
It’s… it’s great.” Sadly, Tandy placed his hand into Tazander’s and
grasped it tightly. A frown played at the corners of his mouth, and Tandy
raised his eyes upward. Samuel, Bobo, Truella and Najira could see his
lower lip trembling, but Captain Salt recognized his cabin boy’s steely
resilience emerging.
“You’re good for the people?” he asked, not facing Tazander.
“We are happy with him,” Najira answered for her husband. “I was
a commoner, and he chose me for his bride. The family Tazah has ruled
Ot’Sama for many, many years, and those years have been kind to us
all.”
“We met in the royal stables,” added Tazander.
“He was shoveling goat dung,” laughed Najira merrily. Truella
blushed and put her fingers to her lips, and Bobo practically choked. No
matter what the circumstance, every time the subject of goats was
broached, the poor Prince of Boboland lost what little composure he had.“Shoveling g-goat dung?” Tandy bleated. “That’s…” He was going
to say that he felt it was commoners’ work, but caught himself. “That’s
not something I would expect of you.”
“And what would you expect of me?” asked Tazander, shifting his
body somewhat so he could pick at the vegetables on his plate.
Skewering several on his fork, he popped them into his mouth, chewed
and swallowed. “You do not know us. It is good that you are here to
remedy that problem.”
“What do I call you?” asked Tandy, staring into his cup. He took
another gulp of the sherbet, draining the cup. Seeing this, Najira quickly
stood and retrieved a pitcher from the back of the tent. Tandy gratefully
held his cup to her as she filled it, after which she refilled the other cups.
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“I’d thought sherbet was a kind of ice cream,” he mumbled into the cup
as he drank more.
“Most exalted ancestor, I humbly beg that you call me Tazander.”
“You can’t keep calling me that, though,” replied Tandy. “‘Most
exalted ancestor.’ That makes me sound so…”
“Old?” suggested Bobo impishly. He was rewarded with a slap on
the hand from Truella.
“Call me Tandy, and I’ll call you Tazander.”
“Goat dung, eh?” Captain Salt gratefully cut into the roast on his
plate. The mood lightened, soon all were enjoying the meal. “Ye haven’t
seen nothin’ ’til ye’ve had to shovel hippopotamus dung!”
“Captain Salt !” scolded Tandy, affronted. The sound of laughter
rang throughout the posh tent, sealing the new alliance in true
friendship and mutual trust.
CHAPTER FOUR: OF NEW ADVENTURES SET UPON
It was a good deal later that the four visitors, along with Tazander
and Najira, returned to the dock. Though night had long since fallen,
Captain Salt insisted upon giving the rulers of Ot’Sama a tour of theCrescent Moon, introducing them to Ato, Roger and Nikobo. A call from
the Read Bird signaled Zipper to return to the ship, and he startled
several Ot’Samans as he flew over them to get to the ship. Arko, Orpa
and Sally climbed up the nets, and soon the entire crew of royal
explorers were able to meet the sheik and his wife.
Much to their surprise, Tazander suggested that he accompany
them upriver, while Najira returned to Om. At the base of the river,
further north and out into the desert, another outpost had been
established, and the sheik retained some camels there, along with a
small army to accompany him back to Om. Once Tazander learned of
Captain Salt’s desire to obtain specimens of the “creeping bird and
flying reptile” he volunteered to take them all to where the creatures
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had last been spotted. Over the past several decades, their populations
had dwindled, and it was only recently that the reason had become
known.
“Kurays we call them,” explained the sheik. “You’d do well to
avoid them. Foul creatures.” He spat over the side of the ship. “They
have decimated the hebtuos and the ouatos. Our land was once famous
for them. At least the camels and the elephants are too large for them.”
“We must obtain specimens of both,” insisted Captain Salt. He
looked at all the members of the crew pleadingly. “If these creatures are
on the verge of extinction, we owe it to them to bring them back to Oz,
where they can live in peace forevermore.”
Standing next to each other, Bobo and Truella looked at each
other and shrugged. “Why not?” asked the Boboland prince. “We’re out
here anyway. My sister can keep an eye on things a little while longer.
I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Roger sniggered, and explained to Zipper in a whisper that
Princess Bebe had insisted—secretly, of course—that they keep Bobo on
board.
“I go where you go, Captain!” Ato loyally stood at attention, afrying pan in one hand and the other over his heart.
“Same here, Captain,” echoed Tandy, with Sally at his side.
Behind him, Nikobo shouted, “Let’s go!” while Arko and Orpa
clapped their hands in approval next to her.
“Captain Salt,” spoke Sally. She stepped away from Tandy, and
stood to address both Captain Salt and Sheik Tazander. “This is the
farthest any of us have been from home. What would it say about us if
we turned away right now, when an entire continent awaits us? When
will we ever have this opportunity again? We’re all with you, if you’ll
have us.”
Sheik Tazander bowed deeply to the sea fairy, nodding in
agreement. “So, we go then.”
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The next day, true to his word, Sheik Tazander returned to the
Crescent Moon from the port of Movasto. Najira set out that morning for
Om, accompanied by an army of soldiers, while Tazander boarded the
ship unaccompanied. “After all, if I cannot trust my ancestor, who can I
trust?” he asked when Tandy commented about the arrangements.
The revelation that the old pirate ship was thoroughly enchanted,
and worked by well-crafted magic was of great interest to the sheik, and
he enjoyed learning as much as he could in the little time it would take
to make it to their destination.
The Ot’Savom River wound northward into the southern region of
Ot’Sama. Tazander explained to them that the country was made up
mostly of unforgiving desert, but that there were lush jungle regions in
the south, where the city of Om sat, as well as on the northern coast,
around Jade Lake, and along the coastline. The creeping birds—the
hebtuos—and flying reptiles—the ouatos, were desert creatures, and if
they wished to find some trace of them, the vast Monshera Desert was
the only place where they would be able to do so. This sole habitat,
isolated and forlorn, was where extant members of both species had last
been documented. And this was a rare phenomenon to be sure. Tazander spent a good deal of time visiting with everyone on
board the pirate ship. Upon learning that there was indeed no crew, and
instead a motley band that included mer-folk and animals, he was
doubly pleased that he chose to accompany them to the river’s end.
“It won’t be the journey’s end, by far!” laughed Captain Salt. He
explained to the sheik that the Crescent Moon was capable of flight, and
that even a large expanse of dry land was no deterrent to their mission.
He was sure that specimens of hebtuos and ouatos would be found, and
that they would gain at least two of each. Sheik Tazander gave them his
blessing, and took his leave of them once they reached the outpost; but
not without some parting advice.
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“I must humbly request, my exalted ancestor and his illustrious
friends, that you measure carefully the words you speak to my people.”
He glanced at Tandy, and amended his statement. “Our people. For
most, the story of King Tazander the First is a fairy tale, and his
disappearance the stuff of legends and bedtime stories. If the people
realized that you are still alive, and that the legends are true; think of
the mass exodus from this land, and how the Nonestic Continent would
be overrun. There are many people here, and unlike the great outside
world, we can easily sail to that place. It would not take a magical
miracle to get there.”
“So, for all intents and purposes, I’m just plain Tandy, cabin boy
on the Crescent Moon, one of the Royal Explorers of Oz.” Tandy
shrugged his shoulders in acceptance, and received hearty pats on the
back from his captain and crewmates.
“You are always welcome in my home, exalted ancestor. Tandy.”
Sheik Tazander stood beneath a palm tree, his back to the desert that
spread out northward. He was facing the south, where his wife awaited
him. A white camel stomped its hooves against the sand. It had already
been fitted with a saddle for the sheik, and the soldiers of his armystood off to the side, waiting for him to join them. “Please, come to visit
again. If not in my generation, then in the next.” Seeing that his request
made Tandy uneasy, he relinquished a secret to Tandy alone. He
grasped Tandy’s hand, and pulled him close, so that they stood face to
face. Pulling even closer, Tazander whispered into his namesake’s ear.
“My wife is with child, you know. Najira and I spoke. We wish him to
know his exalted ancestor, and perhaps visit the other lands in this
realm. What do you think? Will we be welcome in the Land of Oz? Tell no
one you encounter, for the news is mine alone to share. But know this:
his name, too, will be Tazander Tazah.” He pulled away, thought of
something, and pulled close again. “And if she is a girl, she will be
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Najira, like her mother, who loves the name Truella, and would like it to
be her middle name. Najira Truella Tazah. It is beautiful, yes?”
The outpost was nothing more than several tents that had been
set up in the desert, within a few miles of the jungle that grew at the
river’s end. The transition from the lush green vegetation of the jungle
to the dry golden sand of the desert was abrupt. Taking the skiff from
the ship to the marshy bank of the river, Tandy, Samuel, Zipper, and
Bobo trudged over the muddy land, through a small forest of trees, then
found themselves suddenly in the blinding harshness of the desert.
“If you do indeed travel over the Monshera, you will find Jade Lake
northeast of here. There is a camp there, but it is quite small yet. We
wish to establish a settlement there, along the shores of Jade Lake. You
will find a few families there, so remember my words.” He pointed due
north. “There is an outpost immediately north of here, northwest of the
lake. It is unmanned, but there you will find urns of water and dried
meat. I plan to have a highway built, connecting the northern coast of
Ot’Sama to the south. A canal will extend the Ot’Savom, and we will be
a country united!” Tazander pointed westward, where they could see on
the horizon, faintly in the shimmering heat of the desert, a thin blueband. “The Dragon’s Spine. Those are the mountains that divide Tarara
between Ot’Sama and Ama. There was a time when we were at war with
each other. Now, there is intrigue and subterfuge; but for the most part,
we have peace. The Amas have no cities or settlements, so if you find
any, you will be the first.”
Tazander uncharacteristically hugged each of them, even the ork.
Bobo especially was uneasy with the gesture, and managed only to pat
their host on the back. “I hope we have established diplomatic ties,
then,” spoke Tazander to the prince, who only nodded in stunned
silence. When he came to Tandy, the sheik paused and gazed into his
namesake’s eyes with the same intensity and scrutiny as when they first
met. “This may come in handy, during your travels,” he said. He tucked
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a scroll from his robes into the satchel that Tandy carried over his
shoulder. Then, grabbing his shoulders, Tazander kissed Tandy’s right
cheek then left cheek, hugged him tightly, and pulled away. “I have your
name,” he said, mysteriously. It gave Tandy hope, and he smiled.
Tazander mounted the camel with ease, and turned the white
beast to join his men. “Oh, one last thing!” he called over his shoulder.
“I have heard tales that there is an island on the far northern part of
Tarara. Cadger is the name. I hear that there are rocs there. Fare you all
well, and may the grace of Arpete' smile upon you and be with you on your
travels!”
“Rocks’re on just about every island!” called Captain Salt back to
the departing figure.
“I wonder if he meant rocs,” Tandy mused, fingering the scroll that
Tazander slipped him. “As in the giant bird?”
Captain Salt’s eyes lit up in wonder and excitement. “Ah then. I
suppose we know where we’ll be headin’ after we pick up some of them
creepy birds and flyin’ snakes, eh?”
CHAPTER FIVE: OF OFFERS MADE AND ASSURANCES GIVEN
Captain Salt, Bobo, Tandy and Zipper returned to the ship with thenews of yet another destination on Tarara and high hopes for the
journey. Tandy’s heart was heavy, for he was parting ways with his
great grand-nephew, or first cousin twice removed, or however it was
that the sheik was related to Tandy. Tazander called him his ancestor,
but Tandy never had children of his own. But the sheik was his family, of
that he was certain, and it weighed heavily on him to see him go. After
all, the thought occurred to Tandy, there is no one left from my
childhood. No one at all. He sighed heavily and turned his mind back to
the present.
They trekked through the marsh that led back to the river, and
were soon back aboard the Crescent Moon. Another night had fallen,
and they decided to spend the dark hours in the Ot’Savom, anchored at
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the river’s end. Arko and Orpa opted to laze about in the river with
Nikobo. Roger and Zipper, fast becoming good friends, scouted about in
the marshes, but found only a few brightly colored birds—not the
crawling kind, to Captain Salt’s chagrin—and they were not much for
conversation. They did locate some trees that bore fruit that resembled
guavas. Zipper allowed Roger to knock several down and into his saucer-
like wings, which they proudly carried back to the ship and deposited in
a broad wooden bucket next to the piles of rope that the ork chose to
nest in. Seeing only Tandy and Sally on the stern of the ship, Roger
chose to give them some privacy, and flew up to the crow’s nest.
Tandy leaned heavily on the railing, staring downward at the
reflection of the moon and trees in the river’s calm waters. Behind him,
Sally stood with her hand gently resting on his back. In her other hand
she held Tandy’s notebook, with all his drawings and schematics.
“I know we just met him,” Tandy said wistfully as he continued to
stare downward. Nikobo’s silhouette wavered in the water, and her low
snores carried up to his ears. Arko and Orpa floated quietly nearby, their
tails entwined as they slept peacefully in the water. “I know he’s… I
mean, I don’t know how exactly we’re related, but…” His face wasdrawn with sadness, and he buried it in his hands.
Sally gazed admiringly at the drawing of the sheik that Tandy had
sketched in the notebook, with two palm trees, the howdah on the
camel’s back, and even all the detail of the sheik’s vestments. “Sheik
Tazander is a good man,” stated the sea fairy, closing the notebook and
leaning it against the bulwarks. Calling upon her years of wisdom was
fruitless, for never before had she needed to deal with such a
circumstance; so, she allowed her heart to guide her words. “He
represents everything you’ve lost. Your family—your aunts, and maybe
your parents, too—as well as your old friend, someone you respected.
You miss them, and somehow they’re all back now, in the sheik. Yet
when you look at Tazander, you can’t help but feel your loss all the
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more. The pain becomes even more acute when he is near. It is a very
bittersweet comfort.”
Tandy nodded, but did not speak. His gut was tight with the
emptiness he was feeling, and his chest hurt as well. He picked up the
notebook and turned to the page where he had drawn Tazander’s
portrait. He gently ran his fingers over the paper, as if somehow the
actual person he had drawn was present, and not just depicted in ink on
paper.
“We’ll see him again. Now that you both know about each other,
we’ll visit him and Najira, and we’ll invite them to visit us. We’ll bring
them to Aquareine’s palace, and to the Emerald City, and so many other
places. Back home… well, back home…” She stumbled, not quite sure
where exactly Tandy felt at home, other than on the ship.
“That’s just it,” choked the one-time king, closing the notebook
and setting it down again. “I thought this place was my home. I… I didn’t
even have the name right. Ot’Sama. It just sounds so… so foreign. How
can this place be my home?”
“Home is what you make of it,” murmured Sally softly, leaning in
to him. “I believe this ship is your home, as are all your friends on boardit who sail with you.” She closed her eyes and laid her head gently on
Tandy’s strong back, and took in the scent of him. “I am your home,”
she whispered under her breath.
Tandy felt his heart thunder loudly in his chest and wondered if it
would burst. “Sally, I need…”
The sea fairy’s arms encircled the cabin boy’s torso as she pulled
him tightly to her. “We are blessed, you and I. I really did not
comprehend how much so until just now. Here we stand, we two, with
forever stretching out before of us, beckoning. We are alive and we
have each other.”
Sally opened her eyes and looked over at the pool that was
normally occupied by the hippopotamus and the mer-folk. “We can have
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the tank to ourselves tonight,” spoke the sea fairy gently. “Or we could
go to your cabin. Either way, you don’t have to be alone tonight. You
don’t have to be alone ever again.”
Tandy turned around to face her and held her hands in his own. A
tear rolled down his cheek as he gazed into her eyes. “I’d like that,” he
replied, almost in a whisper. “I’d like that very much.”
Their lips met, soft and tentative; passion held back with barely
tethered restraint. Thoughts of death, of endings, were thrown to the
winds and forgotten, as the taste of tomorrow lingered there, breathless
upon their shared kiss.
CHAPTER SIX: OF THINGS MOST FOUL
The flight over the desert of Ot’Sama on board the Crescent Moon
was nothing short of spectacular. On the morning of the first day of their
desert expedition, Captain Salt sent Tandy and Ato to the hold to gather
as many empty barrels as they could find and fill them with the crystal
clear river water. Arko and Orpa, during the night, had discovered a
spring several yards downstream from where the ship weighed anchor,
which apparently fed the river. It was strong enough to have created asubterranean cave system, but the mer-folk reported that nothing of
interest lay down there except for several very nicely smooth rocks. It
was from there that they filled the barrels. Ato dropped a water
purification tablet into each barrel as they were hauled to the ship’s hold
and placed in suspended storage with all the melons, just in case.
“We’re on our own again,” noted Ato. The ship’s cook stood with
the captain at the wheel, looking northward to the hazy burning sands of
the great Monshera Desert.
“Aye,” agreed Samuel. “With a bigger crew, too. But we can
handle it! Never a ship’s been made that can match the Crescent
Moon!”
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Tandy sat cross-legged on the deck, not far from where the
captain and cook stood. A thin board was stretched across his legs, and
he was drawing on a large sheet of paper.
“How’s it coming along?” asked Ato, striding over to see what
Tandy had been working on.
“I traced the outline from a map Captain Salt had,” explained
Tandy, showing Ato the map of Tarara that he was working on. It was,
for the most part, a huge blank area surrounded by water, with penciled
notes on the top left indicating that there may be an island somewhere
off the coast, and a note on the northeastern coast indicating that there
should be a lake there. The demarcation line of the mountain range was
already on the map, and he had labeled it as the Dragon’s Spine. The
Otsavom and Movasto rivers had been drawn in and labeled, with the
port and the outpost that they were departing also marked. “It’s big,”
observed Tandy, “almost as big as Nonestica.” He laughed, and looked
up at Ato. “I guess it was patriotic pride, right? I mean, I was always
telling people that Tarara was bigger than any continent in the Nonestic.
How would I know? Maybe it is, and maybe it isn’t. But it definitely is
big.” The desert winds snapped and popped in the ship’s sails at it flew
an even fifty feet above the burning sands. The ground was level as far
as the eye could see, and the sun’s reflection on the surface tended to
be blinding if they stared at it too long. Though Arko steadfastly
remained in the tank with Nikobo for most of the journey, Orpa and Sally
stared downward excitedly, searching for any signs of the hebtuos—the
creeping birds—or the ouatos—the flying reptiles. Both mermaids, as a
precaution, had ropes tied about their waists, which were secured to the
bulwarks.
Every so often, Orpa would find herself glancing upward into the
glaring firmament, hoping for a chance glimpse of an ouatos. After all,
she mused to herself, you could never be sure with a flying reptile. It
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soon came to be a game of sorts with the two water sprites. Every time
some small shadow flickered on the ground below, each would jump and
think they had found something noteworthy. Sally had never laughed so
much in her life, and Orpa couldn’t help smiling at the fun of it. Spirits
and expectations both were high on the flying ship in those opening
days of the crew’s desert voyage. Yet no flying reptile or creeping bird
ever came into view.
From what little they could learn about them, the hebtuos were
flightless creatures much like a kiwi or a dodo. However, unlike those
birds, the hebtuos used their wings to propel themselves on the ground,
dragging as much as penguins used their wings to drag themselves
across ice. Ouatos apparently were very much like the extinct
pterodactyl or archaeopteryx—a residual dinosaur, perhaps. The only
dinosaur that the explorers had ever had the opportunity to question
was the living skeleton of a sauropod-like creature that walked on its
hind legs most of the time, but had the tendency to chase felines on all
fours. They had met the living relic on one of their journeys inland to
visit Ozma. Unfortunately, Captain Salt, Ato and Tandy did not have
much of an opportunity to learn a lot from it, since their reason for thevisit was to refill on various supplies and enchantments, then to be on
their way once more with their explorations.
One of the problems with flying overland—especially a desert—
was the water flow system that had been enchanted into the Crescent
Moon’s hull. Without the constant presence of ocean or river water, the
control of Nikobo’s tank had to be changed to manual, instead of
automatic. That meant that the water was filtered constantly, with the
result being that the water was also constantly evaporating, and
eventually the tank would empty. It was for that very reason, and to
provide potable drinking water as well, that they had filled several
barrels from the spring in the Ot’Savom River.
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Hygiene was another concern when faced with the lack of
constant water around the ship. The bathroom showers were supplied
with ocean water which had the salt removed. Disposal of wastewater
was not a problem, however. It merely flushed out of the drains in the
hull and fell to the dry desert below, where it was always almost
instantly absorbed.
Thankfully, only two days’ flight brought them within sight of the
jungle that surrounded Jade Lake. From their vantage point upon the
ship, Captain Salt and the crew could first make out a strip of green to
the northeast of their position. The verdant hue was deeper and richer
directly east of their position, but judging by the topography, the most
accessible entrance to the lake was an area where the flora was thin,
and the faintest sparkle of water could be seen in the distance.
“That’s where we enter,” ordered Captain Salt, pointing toward
the reflection of sunlight. “If that lake’s as big as the sheik says, we can
set the ship down and replenish the water.” The captain calmly strode
over to where Tandy sat, and tapped his telescope on the map he was
drawing. “North west portion of the lake,” he indicated. It was toward
the eastern coast of the continent, in the Ot’Sama portion. A gust of wind caused Tandy to grasp the edges of the parchment to prevent it
from flying away. “Take good care of that, me boy. It’s worth more’n
gold to me now.”
Ato remained below deck in the kitchen, but the desert heat
prevented him from cooking anything. Instead, he merely sliced one of
the giant watermelons and set the wedges out on the captain’s table.
Slumping in a corner, the ship’s cook fanned himself with his hat, and
drank from a glass of water that Truella handed him.
“Hang in there, Ato. We’ll be at the lake, soon,” she assured him.
The princess could see that Ato was suffering in the high temperature.
Sweat ran down his face in rivulets, and his clothes were soaked. He was
breathing heavily, and clutching at his chest.
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“Thank you, my dear,” he said, smiling faintly. His eyes drooped
as he tried his best to relax. “It’s an unusual feeling, this,” he mused.
“What is it?” Truella was truly concerned. Coming from Mo, a
magical fairyland, seeing someone else’s discomfort was somewhat new
to her, and a bit alarming.
“Suffering. Pain. Exhaustion. But never to this extreme.” Ato tried
to continue fanning himself, but found the effort too much, and dropped
his hand to his side. “We’ve dealt with exertion,” gasped the cook,
“but… this sensation… what is it? Pain? I must admit; this is somewhat
new to me.”
Sally entered the kitchen, and upon seeing Ato and Truella on the
floor, rushed over to them. “What’s the matter?” asked the sea fairy.
“Are you hurt?”
“It’s the heat,” explained Truella, who had grabbed a plate and
was fanning him with it. “We need to get him someplace cool.”
“The tank!” Sally grasped one of Ato’s arms and struggled to get
him standing. “Please, Ato. Get up. We’ll get you to the tank. You’ll feel
better there.”
With Ato between them, Sally and Truella were able to get him outof the kitchen and to the steps that led up to the deck. “Help!” called
Truella upward as Ato started to slowly climb. “Captain! Tandy! Help!”
Much to their surprise, it was Bobo who rushed forward from
behind them. No one had heard him below deck, and as the prince had
taken to spending a lot of time sulking in the depths of the ship, it was
no surprise that he was there. Without speaking, he pulled Ato’s right
arm over his shoulders, put his left behind Ato’s back, and hefted the
portly man up the stairs.
The four emerged into the brilliant sun, and though the ever-
growing green on the horizon was a welcome sight, Nikobo’s tank was
much more enticing.
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Seeing his old friend being handled thus, Captain Salt instantly
pushed Bobo aside and took control, dragging Ato to the tank. Arko had
already opened the gate, allowing them both to surge into the water
with a splash.
“Goodness!” gasped Nikobo, making room for the captain and the
cook. The two had never before entered her tank. Their clothes were
soaked in no time, but Ato breathed a sigh of relief as Samuel lowered
him to sit on the bench along the side of the tank.
“Really, I’m all right now,” insisted Ato, holding up his hands to
push the others away. Arko leaned against his side, a cool arm around
the cook’s neck to make sure he was comfortable. Ato pulled away from
the merman’s arm and forcibly shoved Captain Salt out of the tank.
“That’s enough. Thank you. Really.” Uncharacteristically, Ato insisted on
turning everyone away, though he did thank Truella, Sally and Bobo for
helping him up the steps.
“The jungle’s comin’ up anyway,” grumped Captain Salt through
his wounded pride, as he stormed out of the tank and back to the wheel,
dripping water all the way. Strange though it seemed, King Ato had
somehow managed to hurt the good captain’s well-worn sensibilities,and Salt’s sour disposition showed it.
Yet that and all else was soon forgotten, as the lush greens of the
jungle surrounding Jade Lake slowly emerged from the harsh golden
sands of the desert. Small patches of grass extended out into the sands,
which merged with smaller shrubs and bushes, patches of ferns, and in
just a few yards tall palm trees and thick jungle vegetation.
As the Crescent Moon neared the lush, verdant region, they could
see tents and huts among the grasses, well camouflaged in shades of
green and olive. People began to emerge from them, as well as from the
jungle, to point and stare at the ship majestically flying through the air
towards their encampment.
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“Ahoy there!” Captain Salt leaned over the railing nearest the
wheel and waved downward. The t’Samas—those who did not rush to
the jungle to hide—either tentatively raised hands to wave or huddled
together in fear. Several retrieved scimitars and staffs and stood ready
to meet what they thought might be an oncoming assault.
The camp was situated in an area of grassland—a field or clearing
—that extended inward from the desert into the jungle. Among the tents
and huts were corrals in which were kept several heads of white cattle,
while men riding white horses drove them to shelter as best they could.
Four huge white elephants roamed toward the rear of the clearing,
beyond which Captain Salt could make out the waters of Jade Lake. The
elephants trumpeted in fear as the pirate ship soared over them, and
the t’Samas gazed in wonder as the ship steadily progressed toward the
lake, then landed with a tremendous splash into its waters.
Before they parted with Sheik Tazander, the ruler of Ot’Sama had
presented Tandy with a scroll sealed with his official emblem. During the
flight over the sands, Tandy had unrolled it and read it, sharing it with
the Captain and the crew. It was a statement from Tazander to any of
the t’Sama people that the Crescent Moon and its passengers were tobe allowed free travel across the country unmolested, and called upon
the people to lend aid to the Captain and his crew if they should require
it. It was signed with the sheik’s special blessing, that these visitors
were under his protection, and that he would consider treason any
actions against them.
A boat with several well-armed men had rowed out into the lake to
confront the passengers of the pirate ship, and it was Tazander’s scroll
that ameliorated any hostilities and nervousness on behalf of the
t’Samas.
Tandy, Truella, Sally, Bobo and Captain Salt chose to row the skiff
to shore in order to meet with the locals. Captain Salt had sent Roger
and Zipper on a scouting mission to try to locate any ouatos or hebtuos.
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Arko and Nikobo explored Jade Lake, while Orpa remained on board the
ship with Ato, who was recovering nicely in the tank.
Upon learning of the travelers and Tazander’s protectorate, the
chieftain of the small settlement, a fellow named Plotar, personally met
with the four visitors as they waited on the shores of Jade Lake. There
was a great deal of hand-shaking and bowing, introductions, and some
explanations—especially about how a ship could fly over the desert—as
they walked toward the chieftain’s hut.
“Tell me, Plotar,” began Captain Salt as they were escorted
through the camp. Several t’Samas had run for cover upon their arrival,
but were now peeking out from tent flaps or from around trees. Two
children tried to run up to the strange procession, but were reined back
by their mother. The captain smiled and waved at them, and both
children tentatively waved back, their large brown eyes full of happy
mischief and curiosity. “Er, tell me… can I assume that you’ve come
across any ouatos or hebtuos out this way? The good Sheik informed us
that we may encounter some during our travels. I should like to obtain
specimens of each, to take back to my home country.”
“Oh! We have the creeping bird and the flying reptiles,” assuredPlotar, smiling and nodding. “At least, we have seen ouatos about. The
hebtuos have been hard to come by lately.” Plotar arrived at his hut,
and opened the door to allow his guests to enter. “Where is your home,
exactly? What will you do with the specimens—if you obtain any?”
Plotar was garbed in bright white clothes, with a blue and gold
striped sash about his waist. His head covering was a matching blue and
gold stripe pattern, with a smaller white sash tying it around his head.
He seemed to be in his forties, or perhaps older, and obviously not quite
as youthful or fit as the young Sheik of Om. A rich black beard adorned
his chin, tapering to a point. It was joined by a finely groomed mustache
that curled downward from his upper lip. His eyes were deep brown,
almost black, but twinkled merrily. In contrast, his hut was a drab shade
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of beige, the same color as the ground they walked upon. It was made of
boards that had obviously been brought from Om, for they were straight
and clean—unlike the roughshod huts made from sticks and mud that
surrounded it.
“I will present them to my queen, Oz—” Captain Salt was
interrupted by Tandy’s foot as he kicked him subtly in the back of the
leg. Realizing that he was about to say too much, Samuel thought
quickly. “Er, o’Tsama-lander,” he hastily corrected. “She takes great
care of animals of various species, and we hope to study their
uniqueness and learn from them.”
Plotar seemed to think about the captain’s answer as he
welcomed them into his hut. It was a simple affair—one main room with
a table, with a smaller bedroom off to one side, and a kitchen off to
another. Apparently a bathroom might well be located outside, but that
was not something the visitors cared to consider.
“You are interested in species that are new to you, yes?” he asked
as he sat down on a chair by the table. There were six other chairs
tightly crowded around it. Tandy considered that this man, being a
chieftain of this small encampment, might have need to hold council,and this is likely where it would happen. They all sat with him, carefully
shoving some of the chairs aside to make sitting more comfortable.
Plotar clapped his hands and spoke some words that sounded harsh and
demanding. Instantly, a woman dressed in bright colors and with a veil
over her face came into the room from the kitchen, bearing a tray with a
pitcher and seven mugs.
“Thank you, my dear!” said their host as she set the mugs out in
front of each of them. She poured a drink from the pitcher in each, and
then sat down at the table with the seventh mug. Plotar waved his
hands at the woman, who smiled demurely and lowered her gaze. “This
is my lovely wife—my third wife—Inanna! Is she not the picture of
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beauty and obedience? Inanna, you may speak with these esteemed
visitors. They are friends of our beloved Sheik!”
Truella bristled at the speech, realizing that Plotar—though
allowing his wife some liberties—still held onto the antiquated customs
that she had learned about. Bobo appeared to be bored, almost
dropping off to sleep as he sat wordlessly. Tandy, who likewise had not
spoken a single word the entire time, looked taken aback, and
exchanged an offended glance with the princess of Mo.
“My grandmother has found a creature you might want to see,”
spoke the woman. She kept her eyes lowered, and did not touch her
drink, though Plotar insisted that they all try the drink. It was a delicious
sherbet made from coconut milk and what were probably crushed
strawberries.
“Drink your sherbet, my dear!” insisted Plotar, though to the
guests’ ears it sounded somewhat like an order.
Inanna gingerly took a sip, set her cup down, then continued. “She
has captured it, and though we insist that she must get rid of the vile
thing, she finds some strange entertainment from it.”
“Inanna’s grandmother lives in a hut part-way into the jungle tothe south of the camp,” explained Plotar. He finished his drink, and
poured himself another. It was ice cold, and the metal pitcher—it was
perhaps copper or some other ore, Tandy presumed—frosted on a level
with the beverage inside. Without seeing any sort of technology, he
deduced that there was either magic involved, or some natural way to
keep things cold that they knew nothing of. “She is a physician, a
healer.”
“A sawbones!” interjected Captain Salt, laughing. The others
looked at him curiously, but Tandy told them that a sawbones was
another name for a physician, at least aboard a pirate ship.
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Truella placed her hand on Inanna’s, startling the woman, who
withdrew it and folded her hands in her lap. The princess of Mo asked,
“Would you take us to meet her?”
“She will take you now!” insisted Plotar, rising from his chair. “And
afterward you will all come back here for a feast in honor of your visit!”
“There’s no need for that,” Tandy insisted, shaking his head. He
saw that there were limited resources available to the t’Samas of this
camp, and realized that a feast prepared in their honor would seriously
cut into what stores they had saved.
“Do you like watermelon?” asked Truella hopefully. She shrugged
Bobo off of her shoulder. The prince of Boboland was steadily leaning
sideways on his chair as he fell asleep on her. Her action woke him, and
he sniffled and blinked in surprise.
“Of course I do!” Bobo replied, thinking the question was directed
at him.
Truella shushed him, and looked at Captain Salt. “Captain,” she
began, “what do you think?”
The old pirate understood Truella’s intention, and realized that
perhaps a trade might be in order. “Aha! My dear princess, you are abrilliant one!” Captain Salt rose from his chair with the others, and laid
his arm around Plotar’s shoulders. “Watermelon, as the name implies, is
one of the juiciest, most delicious fruits ye’ll ever get a chance ta taste!”
Samuel ordered Tandy to return to the ship and bring back five
large melons, which would be more than enough to share at least one
wedge with each person in the settlement… if they cut the wedges right.
The captain counted approximately twenty people in total, though there
were possibly more in the jungle or hiding in huts. If each watermelon
were cut into eight huge wedges, or sixteen large wedges—easily big
enough for a meal—each person would potentially get two, three, or four
wedges.
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“Cut up two of ’em first,” he directed Tandy. “Half, then half, then
half again and again. Get about sixteen pieces, an’ make sure t’pass
’em around to everyone. Look here,” he said, turning to Plotar. “Ye get a
cart my boy here can borrow? An’ perhaps a fellow to go with him? It’ll
be worth it. Trust me.”
Plotar called out to one of the men milling about outside his hut.
The t’Samas were staring at the visitors curiously. The man responded
in t’Saman, and Plotar pointed to Tandy. The man nodded, smiled, and
ran behind a hut. He emerged momentarily with a hand-cart, which he
trundled behind Tandy as the cabin boy led the way back to the ship.
Tandy and the t’Sama man went off on their errand, leaving
Plotar and Inanna to lead the others though the camp to the jungle
bordering its southern portion. From there they could see a hut halfway
obscured in the shadows of the surrounding jungle flora. Though it did
not look like much at first, the scanty shelter seemed to give off an eerie
affect, making the sea fairy feel very ill at ease. Sally, by virtue of being
a magical being, felt it much more keenly than the rest of her party. Her
discomfort was heightened by a sudden rush of queasiness. It was then
Sally very much regretted Tandy’s absence.“Inanna’s grandmother, Ma’Kra, lives there. She is a strange one,”
commented Plotar, tapping his head and winking at the three visitors,
“but she knows her herbs and plants.” He bowed low, and turned to
depart. “Inanna will accompany you. I have the preparations for a feast
to attend to!” Sally marveled at how the chieftain, and her friends as
well, seemed unaware of the uneasiness she could feel so intensely.
Smiling demurely at Bobo, Truella, Sally, and Captain Salt, the
t’Sama woman nervously strode to the hut’s door, which she knocked
softly on. Without waiting for a response, she opened it and stepped
inside, calling out, “Grandmother. We have visitors.”
The woman inside the hut was bent over a table, upon which were
situated several bowls and jars. A parchment was laid flat between them
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and she was writing on it with a feather quill pen. Ma’Kra did not bother
to look up, and croaked, “What ails you? Be quick. I am working.”
The demure wife of Plotar was a different person in the presence
of her grandmother. She walked around the table to the older woman
and placed her hands on her shoulders, pulling her up to see the guests.
“These people have come from far away to visit our land,” she
explained, joining Ma’Kra to look upon the four visitors. “Grandmother,
these are…” She was not sure of their names, so she held out a
beckoning hand to them.
“I am prince Bobo, of Boboland,” announced Bobo, striding
forward and bowing to the older woman.
“You smell like goat,” muttered the old crone as she wrinkled her
nose, which startled everyone, and caused Bobo’s face to redden.
“Perhaps it is because you once were one?”
Captain Salt, recalling Sheik Tazander’s admonition to withhold
certain information from the t’Samas, also could not resist temptation,
and before he could exert any self-control, had placed a good swift kick
in Bobo’s rear. The prince stumbled forward, grasping onto the table and
a chair for support. He fell, pulling the chair with him, and upsettingInanna and Ma’Kra.
“Captain Salt, I am,” said Samuel, grinning as he stepped over the
sprawling prince. He waved an arm to the princess and the sea fairy,
and added, “And this be Truella and Chrysalissium. Pay no mind to the
boy’s babbling. He likes ta pretend he’s a prince. He hates sailin’ so, and
he smells like a goat because he’s been tendin’ th’animals.”
The older woman narrowed her eyes and looked at the indignant
Bobo, sputtering and fuming as he hastily struggled to stand back up.
She could smell the reek of Captain Salt’s lie even more so than the
stench of goats. “Boboland… did you say?”
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“How dare you! I’ll have you know that I—” Bobo’s face, bright
red, was twisted in rage, but Truella stepped forward and took his hands
in hers.
“It’s all right, Bobo, dear,” she said, looking steadily in his eyes
and tightening her hands upon his. “You’ll make captain, one day, and
you’ll have your own ship. Let’s just let Captain Salt handle things for
now, okay ?”
Still fuming and breathing heavily, Bobo gritted his teeth. He
glared at Captain Salt, glanced at Truella, and with a flounce turned to
face Inanna and Ma’Kra. “My apologies, ladies,” he hissed through
gritted teeth. “I’ll just have a seat and let the Captain have his way.”
Bobo sat down angrily in the chair he had righted, and crossed his arms
over his chest. “I’ll think of better ways to tend the animals while you’re
talking.”
Captain Salt took a deep breath, and returned his attention to
Ma’Kra. “Plotar informs us that you know where we might find the
hebutos and oratoes.”
“Hebtuos,” corrected Ma’Kra, still scrutinizing her guests, “and
ouatos. The hebtuos are birds that crawl on the land, and the ouatos arelizards that fly in the air. But they are not so different from each other.”
Folding her gnarled hands in front of her, Ma’Kra leaned forward on the
table. “They are very similar, in fact.” Still leaning on her elbows, she
pointed a finger toward another part of the room they were all in.
The hut was dark, but windows on all four sides of it allowed some
of the light in that filtered through the jungle greenery. Against the far
wall were several items of interest, including mounted skeletons. The
creatures were approximately two feet in height from the base to the
top of the shoulder-blades, perhaps somewhat taller if their elongated
necks were craned upward.
“Good heavens!” gasped Truella, placing a hand to her mouth.
“What on earth…” began Captain Salt.
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“Bah!” bleated Bobo in disgust, turning his gaze away.
The three mounted skeletons that were set upon a counter top
were all facing the same direction. They looked very much like bird
skeletons, but were bigger and bulkier. One of them was distinctly
reptilian, and lay close to the ground, with four short legs and a long tail.
There was a horny protrusion on its snout, which resembled a stunted
horn. The second skeleton was similar, though the legs were longer in
front, with the digits forming extended arcs that looked like bat-wings,
and lacking the snout horn. The third was very much like the second,
only the forelimbs were bulkier, and though its digits were elongated,
they did not look big enough to carry such a creature in flight. Its snout
resembled more of a beak.
Ma’Kra pointed to the first one. “That is a kuray,” she said, and
followed with the others. “That is an ouatos, and that is a hebtuos. The
kuray is a flightless reptile. The ouatos is a flighted reptile, and the
hebtuos is the flightless bird, but it more closely resembles a reptile… at
least, from the inside.”
“Why are they not moving?” asked Truella in a whisper. “Are they
enchanted?”Ma’Kra and Inanna both looked incredulously at the three
outsiders. “Are you stupid?” demanded the older woman, wrinkling her
upper lip in disgust. “They’re dead!”
“Dead?” echoed Bobo in a small voice. He clutched at his throat
with both hands, as if he were choking. “As in… no longer… living?”
“Where exactly did you say you were from?” demanded the old
crone insistently. Through narrowed eyes she scrutinized the four
visitors as if she could learn more about them by the way they dressed.
Her aged eyes opened sharply with awareness as they lingered on
Sally’s pallid face. A wry smile, assured and self-satisfied, played across
her ancient features as her gaze lingered on the sea fairy.
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Ignoring her question, Captain Salt, his face ashen, nervously
asked, “Y-you said that these, er, resembled a reptile from the—the
inside?” He pointed a trembling finger at the skeletons. “And these are
what they look like… from the inside?” Though he had seen death and
dismemberment in his early years at sea as a pirate, living in Lurline’s
enchantment for nearly a century had erased some things from his
memory.
“Terrybubble!” gurgled Bobo, his face turning a distinct shade of
green in the dim light as realization grasped him in its cold hand. The
looming shape of an animated dinosaur skeleton played vividly across
his mind. “T-terrible.”
Ma’Kra was growing more and more suspicious of the visitors and
their naïveté, but also seemed to enjoy having an unspoiled audience,
so she continued. “Indeed, this is how they look from the inside, after
they’ve been killed. Yes, they’re dead. Those concepts are quite
uncomfortable for you, aren’t they?” She snickered, grinning with impish
delight. “Perhaps you would like to see what they look like with their
skins on?”
Though Bobo, Truella, and especially Sally were nauseated andwanted nothing to do with the endeavor, Captain Salt nodded, almost
hypnotically.
“If it’s all the same to you, Captain,” murmured Truella, “we’d like
to excuse ourselves. Madame Ma’Kra, Inanna, th-thank you for your,
er…” The princess faltered, her uneasiness hampering her usual tact
and diplomacy. She managed to find the right words, and continued.
“Thank you for your hospitality. We’ll be attending to matters on the
ship, or, rather, the banquet.” She, Bobo, and Sally had backed together
to the door of the hut as she spoke, and had pushed the door open.
“Yes, the b-banquet. You’ll be sure to come, won’t you? There’ll be…
um… waterm-melon.”
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“Wait a moment,” Ma’Kra spoke. “You must stay for I am not
quite done with you yet.”
Bobo and Truella stood motionless with blank expressions, staring
at the old woman. Sally had leaned herself against the frame of the
door’s threshold, trying her best to keep her balance. “She means me,”
Sally said weakly, making room for the others to pass. “Go ahead. We’ll
be fine.”
As Bobo and Truella exited, Inanna nodded politely and assured
them that they would not be late. “This will not take much longer, will it,
Grandmother?”
“Oh, no… no indeed. We’re nearly done for the most part.” The
old woman shuffled to another part of the room where a large trunk
squatted ominously on the floor, covered with a blanket, underneath a
board on which several heavy books were stacked. “Here, Captain Salt,
help me with these books. What you want is inside.”
Upon clearing off the top of the trunk and opening it, Captain Salt
and Ma’Kra were greeted by a vile whiff of putridity that wafted up from
within the trunk.
“Goodness, woman!” uttered Captain Salt, reeling away from thetrunk. “What is this? Your toilet? Pfaugh!” He covered his nose and
mouth with a kerchief from his pocket, gagging. Sally leaned her head
out the doorway and retched violently.
“Look,” ordered the old crone with no hint of satisfaction. She
pointed her gnarled finger down into the depths of the trunk where a
large glass cube rested within. The sides of the cube were thick glass,
with no seams, and there was a hole in the top. “I made that container
myself,” she gloated proudly, oblivious to the foul stench. “It was the
only way to hold it.”
“Hold what?” croaked Captain Salt, his revulsion getting the better
of him. “Your rotting offal?”
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Ma’Kra narrowed her eyes seemingly insulted, staring for a
moment at Captain Salt, then down at the contents of the trunk. “It is a
kuray,” explained the old t’Sama woman, indicating the filthy, wretched
looking beast that lay motionless at the bottom of the cube. She
retrieved a fetid, greasy bag that was inside the trunk next to the glass
cube and emptied it into the top, through the hole. The contents fell with
wet thuds to the bottom, which appeared to have woken the kuray. It
sniffed at the lumps, and then began to devour them in a sickening
frenzy. “These are vile creatures, and only serve to make lives
miserable.” She winked at Captain Salt, pointing to the lumps that it was
eating. “Excrement. That is its main diet—other animals’ waste. And
other animals, too, for that matter. Stay well clear of it, for if it attaches
to you, you will suffer. It is as worthless alive and it is dead. One cannot
eat it, and it serves no purpose whatsoever. You might think that though
it eats other animals’ dung and waste, it would be clean. But it is not.
The secretion it creates is ten times worse!” Ma’Kra enjoyed seeing the
look of pure revulsion on Captain Salt’s green-tinted face. “We are trying
to eradicate the species, for it only causes harm and disease. Please,
you are welcome to kill as many as you see.” Though Captain Salt nearly vomited in the few minutes they
regarded the foul creature, he was able to contain a modicum of
composure and continue listening. Sally remained on her knees at the
hut’s door, shivering helplessly.
“The kuray is why you will not find many hebtuos in the land,” the
old woman explained. “They have hunted the crawling birds to near
extinction. That skeleton was not from a live capture. I found it having
just been killed by a kuray... this very one, actually.” She wiped her
hands on a rag from her pocket, and Captain Salt realized that the mess
contained within the small sack had oozed out of the cloth somewhat.
“Please, madam,” he gasped, “tell me that you will wash your
hands before you join the banquet.” He was still staring at the kuray
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with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. “If—that is, if —I intend to
take a specimen of this creature, what more can you tell me of it?
You’ve already told me what it eats...” The old pirate gagged again. “But
what does it do? Does it dance? Play? Sing? What does it need for a
habitat?”
“You really are not from these parts at all, are you?” demanded
the old crone, clenching her hands into fists and holding them at her
sides. “I will be watching you. I am beginning to suspect just where it is
you come from.” She gazed back down at the kuray as it finished
consuming the excrement, then began making its own. “Watch,” she
instructed, tapping the glass above the creature. “Though it creates
more excrement than it consumes, when it eats its own, the quantity will
slowly dwindle until it is completely used up.”
Samuel Salt, in all his many decades of life, had never seen
anything more disgusting and repulsive. “Why are you keeping it?” he
managed to utter in a strangled whisper.
“I study them, too,” she cooed proudly. “You are not the only
seeker of wisdom. There is much to be learned by nature; though, I do
not believe that this is a natural creature. I believe it was created…whether by natural selection, science, or magic, I cannot tell you. If it
was not created, then it was introduced to this land. Their infestation
started within the last twenty years, and they have slowly spread across
all of Ot’Sama. Most people report them coming from over the Dragon’s
Spine Mountains, far out into the desert. Ah, there… look!”
The kuray was shivering as if it were cold, though the hut was
quite warm. Captain Salt and Ma’Kra could see the creature’s scaly skin
began to glisten, then run as brown ooze permeated the membrane,
coating it in a slick layer of brown slime. “That is one of their natural
defense mechanisms,” informed the old woman gleefully. “You cannot
easily grab one. They slip from your fingers, leaving a filthy film behind
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that is hard to wash off. It took nearly a week for me to clean my hands
when I caught this one.”
“Does it speak? Is it intelligent?”
“Again with your silly questions. One might think you are from that
land of the old fairy tales… what was it? Oz?” She shook her head, as if
dismissing a silly idea, but the way she looked at the old pirate seemed
to suggest otherwise. Captain Salt realized that the old woman knew
more than she was letting on. “Yes, it speaks, but if it talks, it only says
vile but inane things. And it doesn't seem to understand what people
say to it. Whatever intelligence it has will be used only to hurt you. Trust
me. You do not want that thing. This is one specimen you most
assuredly should leave well enough alone.”
“Why do you want it? You are keeping it for some reason. Don’t
tell me it’s just to study it.” The old pirate was torn between his desire to
have the creature, and the desire to flee the hut.
Inanna, who had remained silent for a good while, coughed and
moved to the door and knelt beside Sally, trying to comfort her. “I hear
people gathering in the camp. The banquet is starting. We should go.
Captain Salt, I trust you have learned something from this visit.Grandmother, thank you for entertaining the visitors. My husband will
want to know what is taking so long.” She reached for Captain Salt,
ushering him outside. “Come. Let us go to the banquet.”
“Grandchild, leave us. I have a few words I need to speak to this
pirate and the…girl. I will make sure they are not too long behind you.”
Ma’Kra pointed at the door dismissively, as Inanna got back up to her
feet. “Do not tarry too long, Grandmother,” Inanna said firmly. “My
husband will not tolerate much more of your foolishness.”
Ma’Kra smiled and shrugged her boney shoulders as she slammed
closed the lid of the trunk. “Never mind all that,” she said more or less
to herself. She then went to a small table close to the door, and picked
up a wooden bowl filled with a clear liquid. She added some crushed
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herbs and berries from a stone mortar to the mixture and handed it to
Sally. “Here, child of the water. Drink this.” Sally looked at the old
woman with surprise, but took the bowl and drank deeply. Within
moments she was feeling more and more like her old self.
“It was the kuray that sickened you so, even before you set foot in
my house.”
“But how did you know…what do you think I am?” Sally was still
weak and simply did not know what to say or do.
“Do not fret, child, I am not as foolish as some might think.”
Ma’Kra smiled at Sally as she stroked the sea fairy’s hair. “Your
presence, though very stirring to me as a magic worker, also confirms
my greatest fears. For the kuray to have this kind of affect on you,
preternatural creature that you are, it has to be tied to some
unfathomably dark bewitchment. This does not bode well.”
Samuel Salt shook his head from the daze he was in, and though
he still felt a strong desire to open the trunk once more and crush the
foul creature therein, he also felt revulsion for it, and almost a small
amount of pity. Dizzily, he walked passed Sally and Ma’Kra, and out the
door. In the doorframe, he turned and looked at the old womanquestioningly. “What do you mean?” His own voice sounded as if it
came from far away, from somewhere in a nightmare.
“I have long – sensed that something dark, something fearsome
lurked out there, in the barren regions of the Monshera Desert. It is a
vague thing, malignant like a cancerous tumor, seeping its rot slowly yet
thoroughly into this land. I have no doubt whatsoever that the
abomination in that trunk owes its existence to that same enigmatic and
sinister power.
“These matters are of a most delicate nature, dear Captain,”
continued the old seeress. “That is why I waited for the others to depart
before I shared this knowledge with you. Do you understand?” Captain
Salt looked at the old woman and shook his head slowly.
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“Just as you must remain elusive with certain things when it
comes to my people, so must I. Be careful where you tread, Captain Salt,
for the viper’s sting is as swift as it is deadly.”
All the good captain could think to do or say was to thank Ma’Kra
for sharing her knowledge. His head was still spinning, the obscene
stench of the kuray burning in his nostrils and on his tongue. Ma’Kra
looked at him sympathetically.
“What will you do if you find one?” asked the old crone. “Will you
kill it? You should kill it.”
Captain Salt shook his head. “I don’t know, madam. It is not in my
nature, not anymore, to kill anything. I have foresworn such deplorable
acts.” He turned to Sally, bowed slightly, and begged her pardon while
he stepped into the bushes to vomit.
As he was emptying his guts of anything still left, he heard Ma’Kra
call out to him, “They weren’t always this way, you should know. The
kurays, I mean.”
Ma’Kra let her words hang in the air without further elaboration.
As the good captain struggled in the underbrush to regain his
composure, the old woman returned her attention to Chrysalissium. She
smiled tenderly at the sea fairy, lost in her wonder at meeting such a remarkable creature.
Sally smiled back at the old woman and handed her the wooden bowl, drained of its
concoction. Ma’Kra took the bowl in hand and said, “I am the seventh daughter of a
seventh daughter. I come from a long line of soothsayers, of magic workers. I believe you
know of what I speak?”
“Yes, old mother. I understand.”
The seeress took the bowl and swirled it in a circular motion with her knotty hand.
The dregs left in the container from the residual herbs eddied a bit then settled once more.
Ma’Kra looked intently at the bowl’s contents, most especially at the telltale pattern left
there. She sighed heavily and placed her free hand over the top of the bowl.
“You are skilled in tasseography, old mother?” Sally tried hard to read Ma’Kra’s
puzzled expression.
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“Yes, sea daughter…among other things.” Ma’Kra studied Sally’s face, lost for a
moment in the undeniable fact that a mermaid knelt right there in front of her. But why be
wonderstruck, the old woman reasoned to herself, for hadn’t she known these things were
so ever since she first began to practice the craft of her foremothers? “I do not want you to
leave me. I wish you would stay for so many reasons…but I realize you cannot.”
“I must beg your pardon, old mother. I don’t understand…” Sally took the old
woman’s hand and held it tightly in her own.
“I can see things…in others…in their farr ...their auras. That is how I could tell you
were not a mere human girl. What’s more, I can see the strands that reach out from such
auras and how they are tethered to the workings of the future…of fate.”
Sally looked at Ma’Kra in anticipating silence. Ma’Kra smiled and felt a stray tear
sting at her eye. “I cannot be absolutely sure. I can only see certain broad strokes on the
canvas of your life. That is why I also read the loose leaves of the herbs from your drink; to
get a bit clearer picture. It is hazy to me, but still tells…much.”
“Please,” Sally said as she held the old woman’s hand even more tightly. “What
have seen? What do you know?”
“You are about to know the most profound time of your long life. There are
moments of sublime joy…of far-reaching bliss and love. Yet...I…cannot be sure. The dark
power…out in the sands…it has tainted the taste of what I see.”
“Yes, old mother…”
“You will return home to your element, to the sea; but it is darksome, troubled
waters in which all is murky. Destiny is extending its reach… grasping …in a place where
tears fall ceaselessly from a dire and dreary sky…and then…”
Ma’Kra hesitated, not knowing how to say…how to express her troubled vision.
She took Sally’s trembling hand and held it to her frail chest, over her delicately beating
heart. “And then, fairest undine…all goes black and cold.”
CHAPTER SEVEN: OF THINGS LEFT UNSPOKEN
The banquet was a treat for all the t’Samas, especially Plotar and
Inanna, though Ma’Kra’s presence, for some mysterious reason, was
lacking. None of the t’Sama people had tried watermelon before. Indeed,
they had never seen nor heard of such a wondrous fruit. The few melons
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that Tandy had retrieved were more than enough to share among the
people, and they even left two of them uncut with Plotar to serve up
later.
“He will probably keep those for himself, and if he shares them
with anyone, it will probably only be with his wife.” Bobo was disgusted
with what he had seen in Ma’Kra’s hut, even though it was not nearly as
bad as what Captain Salt had witnessed. Neither he nor Truella chose to
partake of the melon, and Captain Salt had gone back to the ship on his
own, leaving the three there to visit with the people of the encampment.
Sally, choosing not to dine with the others as well, wandered off to
the cool waters of Jade Lake. When she was well beneath the surface of
the rippling water, far away from prying eyes, Sally once more assumed
her true shape. The sea fairy closed her eyes and sank lithely to the
lakebed, the divinations of Ma’Kra incessantly echoing through her head.
She denied herself the comfort of Tandy’s presence, at least for the
moment. She did not understand what she had been told and this was
troubling her. She struggled to find the words to express herself to
Tandy, but they would not come.
Tandy, who had ate his fair share of melon himself, showed thet’Samas that they needed to keep the black seeds and dry them out,
then plant them along the shores of Jade Lake. He had no idea how long
it would take for the plants to mature enough to produce fruit—
especially growing on trees instead of the traditional ground vine variety
—but at least they would… eventually. There were date palms and
coconut palms in the area, as well as some other fruit bearing trees, so
he knew that the people would understand and be patient. Perhaps, in
time, the t’Samas of Jade Lake would have as many arboreal
watermelons as Pirate Island.
The aforementioned produce—coconuts, dates, mangos, papayas,
dragonfruit, and cashews—were given to the outsiders with the best
wishes of Plotar and his people. Eventually, in the late hours of the
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night, when several carts of the food were delivered to the ship and
stored in the hold, Captain Salt, Truella, Bobo, and Tandy retired to their
cabins for the night. Sally made her way back to her own cabin in the
early hours of the morning, being very careful not to rouse anyone for
fear of having to explain herself.
Ato, having recovered from his heat exhaustion earlier, supervised
the loading and storage of the new provisions. While the five were
visiting with the t’Samas, he, Zipper, Roger, Arko, Orpa and Nikobo were
able to load several more barrels of water into the Crescent Moon’s hold,
dropping water purification tablets into each one. Thankfully, he had
been given a huge supply of the tablets, and though they had been
using them for years, they were no closer to running out than when they
first got them from Professor Wogglebug. Roger and Zipper had located
additional fruit and nut trees, and were able to harvest bushels full of
them. Ato, ever considerate of others, insisted that the birds pick as far
away from the t’Sama encampment as possible, so as to not cut into the
people’s supplies too much.
“All these exotic fruits and nuts!” he exulted, gazing in loving
approval at the now-full hold of the ship. He enjoyed seeing howSorceress Maetta’s enchantment held everything in suspended
animation, much like gelatin. “That’s it!” he cried, startling Tandy,
Zipper and Roger. “I’ll make Turkish Delight!”
Having slept a good part of the afternoon and evening in the tank
on deck, Ato was wound up with enough energy to stay up late into the
night, well after all the others had gone to sleep. He even helped haul
Nikobo up on deck after her sojourn in the marshes of the lake, though it
was Zipper who surprised everyone by doing most of the heavy work.
Consulting his cookbooks, Ato found many recipes for Turkish
Delight, and combined several to get just the right mix, adjusting it as
he went along. He had to be careful about being quiet, for although the
sleeping quarters below deck were separated from the kitchen by a
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mess hall, in the stillness of nighttime even the slightest sounds
traveled. Ato stayed up until almost dawn making the Turkish Delight, as
well as preparing a batch of coconut pancakes, fresh juice from the
mangos, guavas, oranges and pineapples he found in the hold, and the
last of the scrambled eggplant. He served himself a plate first, set out
the plates for the others, and was about to set out the platters of
pancakes and eggs when Sally, who had been up all night as well, came
into the kitchen to see if he needed any help.
“Ah, yes my dear,” Ato spoke around a yawn. “Please go ahead
and set out the silverware and the cups. There’s fresh juice in the
pitchers in the icebox. I’m going to bed.” And with that, Ato spent the
rest of the next day sleeping while the crew of the Crescent Moon made
ready to set out for the remote t’Saman outpost halfway between the
Dragon’s Spine Mountains and Jade Lake.
Captain Salt and the crew bade farewell to Plotar and Inanna, as
well as the rest of the settlers, hauled anchor, and were soon sailing
over the waving arms of the t’Samas. Even old Ma’Kra was there to see
them off, though she kept herself hidden in the shade of the evergreen
growth of the jungle. Her eyes drank in the sight of the flying pirate ship,gratified she was able to bear witness to such wondrous magic. “Arpete'
be with you, sea daughter,” she whispered then turned away, regretting she could do no
more for the sea fairy.
They had started their journey rather early, heading in a roughly
western direction. Plotar had told them to keep due northwest, but
Captain Salt was determined to track down the elusive hebtuos and
ouatos, so he calculated that they could still reach the outpost if they
turned north after half a day’s travel. There was no way to determine
how long it would take to reach the outpost by air, but Plotar informed
them that caravanning by camel would reach the outpost in three days’
time, while traveling by elephant would take four to five days. Surely
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flight in the swift pirate ship would easily take a mere fraction of that
time.
“We’re chasing across an entire continent,” muttered a
disgruntled Bobo as he leaned on a bulwark overlooking the desert.
Truella was next to him, for the two had, somehow, become constant
companions during the first portion of their journey. “And for what,
might I ask? Flying reptiles and creeping birds!” He pulled a diamond-
studded cufflink from his sleeve and tossed it downward, watching the
glistening stones disappear from view as they fell to the desert.
Truella gazed downward at the swiftly disappearing cufflink and
sighed. Neither of them had expected a flight across the desert
searching for elusive species. Though both found the expedition
pointless, it was for different reasons. Truella objected to capturing
anything against its will, while Bobo, hating the inconvenience placed on
him, saw no point in capturing them in the first place.
“What does Ozma need more animals for anyway? You would
think she had enough grotesqueries as her court by now! Is she a
zookeeper? Do you think she actually likes it when Captain Salt brings
her strange new creatures for her menagerie? Does she have amenagerie? Does she set the animals free to fend for themselves?
What?” Bobo continued sulking, propping his face on his hands and
staring morosely into the horizon. “From everything I’ve heard, she’s too
soft-hearted to capture anything. So why does she allow Captain Salt to
do it?”
Truella shrugged. “I can’t say,” she answered truthfully. “It does
seem like it could be cruel, though… unless the animals come willingly,
without being forced. I can’t imagine being taken away from everything
I’ve known, everything I’ve ever held dear.”
“Perhaps the animals aren’t as attached to their homes as we
are,” thought Bobo.
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“I’ve heard the phrase ‘home is where the heart is’,” noted
Truella, “and I guess that makes sense. Captain Salt, Ato, Tandy and
Nikobo call this ship their home. Arko, Orpa and Sally call the entire
ocean their home.”
“I have a summer palace, and a royal palace,” added Bobo. He
straightened up to share a glance with the princess. “And sometimes
neither of them feel quite like home.”
Truella tentatively placed her hand on his, and he closed his
fingers about hers. “This ship could be home, for a little while anyway.”
Bobo impulsively pulled off the ascot he got from Quavo and
offered it to Truella. “This would look so much nicer on you,” he said
quietly, staring into her eyes. He reached it around her neck and tied it
loosely so its iridescent cloth shimmered around her shoulders. Bobo
paused, regarding the lovely princess before him. Without thinking, he
grasped her face in his hands and pulled close, reaching forward and
pressing his lips against hers.
Truella, shocked, pushed him away and nearly fell to the floor by
the bulwark. “Wh—what are you doing? Oh, oh… this is a mistake. I’m
sorry! I never meant for you to think… that is, I did not mean to give youthe impression…” Tears began coursing down her cheeks as she
straightened up and backed away. “I—I need to… to go help Ato. In the
kitchen. G-goodbye.”
Bobo watched her as she fairly flew down the steps leading to the
kitchen. He wrinkled his nose, turning his gaze downward, then back out
to the desert below. He took a deep, calming breath, gritted his teeth,
and sighed, “Bah.”
The trip across the desert took a good deal longer than Captain
Salt had presumed. After three days of sailing due west, with the
Dragon’s Spine Mountains just as small and indistinct on the horizon as
they were when they left Jade Lake, it was quite obvious to them all that
the continent was much larger than anyone had expected. Captain Salt
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turned course northward, with a slight westward angle. With any luck,
they would make it to the remote outpost. As long as the enchantment
that allowed the Crescent Moon to remain airborne lasted, they could fly
on indefinitely; and there was nothing to indicate that the enchantment
would not last. Though magic in Tarara seemed almost nonexistent, at
least the enchantments bestowed on the ship back in Oz—by true
magicians—still remained in effect. Such was the odd ways of fairylands.
The heat was intense, but Ato, who was affected most by it,
learned to regulate his time in it, sleeping throughout most of the days
and doing his work in the kitchen at night. Arko and Orpa did the same,
as did Sally. They were accustomed to the cold depths of the ocean, and
despite the relative coolness of Nikobo’s tank, they found themselves
mostly incapacitated by the extreme temperature. Tandy did his best to
make sure they were as comfortable as they could be, but he too was
suffering from the temperatures.
Bobo resumed his gloomy moping around the ship, and Truella
stayed in the kitchen for most of the time. When she was not in there,
she stayed in her cabin, or cleaning up the dining area. It was only then
that she would encounter Bobo. The prince expected her to be icy tohim, but he was relieved to see that the scarf he gave her was around
her neck, and though she did not make eye contact with him or speak
with him, he did at least get to see her when they ate.
The only ones not adversely affected by the flight across the
Monshera were Captain Salt, Zipper and Roger. Captain Salt had long
since removed his hat and greatcoat, and simply wore a sash on his
head, a light shirt, blue denim shorts, and sandals. The heat made him
perspire a bit, but otherwise the swarthy old captain paid it no mind.
Zipper ignored the heat altogether, unaffected by it, and Roger slept a
lot in the crow’s nest. Both birds did not sweat, though Roger was seen
to be panting at times.
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After having turned north, within two days the ship and crew were
within sight of the outpost. With both Roger and the captain scanning
the horizon for it, eventually they were bound to locate it, and luckily
their path did not bypass it. Recalling Sheik Tazander’s words, they
knew the outpost to be immediately north of where they parted ways
with him, but having traveled over the desert wasteland—and still
having not found the hebtuos or ouatos—left their directions a bit
muddled.
Much as the sheik had described it, the outpost was indeed
deserted, though after having sent Tandy and Zipper down to
investigate the lone watchtower and few buildings, they learned that
there were still urns of water and sealed bags which presumably
contained dried meat. The urns and bags were actually located in small
cellars in each building, with a good supply of them in the cellar of the
watchtower. One of the buildings appeared to be stables, and at one
time there may have been oats or hay stored there, but the heat and
sand had long since eaten away at it, and only a few wisps of hay
remained stuck between wood slats in the door frames. Some crude
maps were rolled up and neatly stacked in the watchtower, but beyondthose meager supplies, there was nothing else of note.
A well was set up near the tower, and Tandy could see that it was
dug quite deep into the sand, lined with rocks, and had a functioning
pulley with a bucket attached to the rope. Out of curiosity, the cabin boy
lowered the bucket down into the well to see if it was dry or not. The
rope was thickly wound on the pulley, which was his first clue that the
well was quite deep. After a good five minutes lowering it, hearing it
knock against the stones lining the interior of the well, it finally stopped
its descent.
“I can’t imagine how long it took to dig this,” he muttered to
Zipper as they both peered downward into the dark pit.
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“Let alone line it with stones!” added the ork. Both nodded,
realizing that the construction of the well was a Herculean feat in and of
itself.
Tandy jerked on the rope a bit, but the bucket was weighted, and
sank on its own. After another five minutes of pulling it up, both were
disappointed to see that it was only full of water.
Tandy chuckled. “What were we expecting?” he sighed. “Golden
honey? Grape juice?” He sighed, exchanging a disappointed look with
Zipper. “Well, no sense in letting this go to waste!” He hefted the bucket
in his arms and swung it toward the ork, splashing the bird, who laughed
at the sudden shower. Tandy then upended the bucket over his head,
emptying it out completely.
“Why not just lower the bucket back down into the well?” asked
the ork. “That way, the next person who uses this won’t have to spend
five minutes doing it.”
Tandy nodded his head. “I can see where you might think that’s a
good idea,” he began as he secured the bucket on a hook that hung
underneath the roof of the well. Turning back to the ork, he continued,
“The thing is: if we left the bucket down in the water, if no one camealong to use it, eventually the water would soak into the wood and the
rope, and it could rot. The bucket could fall into the water, or the rope
could break, and then the well would have to be repaired. The bucket
and rope could get tangled with whatever new bucket and rope they
come up with, and it would just be a mess. No,” he regarded the bucket
sadly as it hung on the hook. “It’s better up here, high and dry.”
The two were about to head back to the Crescent Moon when a
sudden noise ripped through the air, startling them both. The sound
came from one of the few meager buildings. Both turned to look in the
direction it came from.
“What was that?” demanded Zipper. His wings shuddered, and the
movement soon had his entire body convulsing in shivers. “It—it
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sounded like a—a scream.” He spoke the last word in a whisper, almost
as if he did not believe what he was saying.
“It came from over there.” Tandy pointed toward a shed that was
too small for them to have investigated. Neither considered that
anything worth finding was in it, for it was more of a lean-to, and they
could see that it contained only boards and some other building
materials. Without stopping to think, he led the ork over to the structure,
pulled by his own curiosity.
The agonized wail had died away to a pitiful gurgling noise, which
was then followed by a gnashing sound, as if cloth tearing, then a brutal
crunching, gnawing noise.
Tandy did his best to remain as silent as possible, but his
breathing had increased, and his face was turning ashen as he shivered
with fear and apprehension. Never before, in all his long years, had he
heard something die, and then be savagely eaten… which he knew all
too well was happening just behind the lean-to partition. Zipper, as well,
was wobbling on unsteady legs with his eyes blinking fitfully, his mind
on the verge of blacking out.
Leaning forward, both the cabin boy and the ork peered under thewood that was leaning against the side of the shed. What met their sight
surely scarred their minds. It was too abhorrent –too overwhelming –for
either Tandy or Zipper to properly react to.
A lizard-like creature, perhaps two feet long and a foot in height,
was in the midst of engorging itself with voracious cruelty. The stench
from the thing was overpowering, its brown and grey mottled scales
running foul with puss-oozing welts. The monstrosity tore at the flesh of
its fresh kill, oblivious to the dead animal’s blood soaking into the
ground beneath it, squishing and squirming about in the viscous gore.
Somehow, the reptilian creature seemed exuberant, almost ecstatic as it
plunged deeper and deeper into the carcass, tearing out the viscera in
long, ensanguined strings.
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The dead thing, though horribly twisted and distorted, still had a
lingering majesty. It was a hybrid of sorts, a combination both avian and
ophidian, with very colorful plumage. It was the hapless creature’s
blood-soaked pinions that struck Tandy hard with a horrifying
realization. The victim that the foul beast was feeding on was none other
than one of the very specimens that the crew of the Crescent Moon had
been laboriously searching for; one of the winged reptiles or crawling
birds.
And, cruelest of all, there crushed beneath one of the predator’s
powerful legs was a youngling, who had died trying to get to its mother’s
side. To add to the horror, a second baby—a hatchling from the looks of
it, for there were two freshly cracked open eggs in a depression in the
ground—was lying motionless next to its larger sibling.
Zipper screamed. Tandy screamed. The inhuman creature that
was devouring the mother with such relished abandon stopped its
decimation and slowly turned its horrible gaze toward Tandy and Zipper.
Flicking its tongue out over its blood-drenched lips, it flashed a razor-
sharp grin at them, then lifted its leg and urinated on the second small
animal, further defiling it. The long-lost king of Ot’Sama vomited, and though he tried hard
to be sick away from himself, it went all over the front of his shirt,
drenching him even down through his pants.
The ork convulsed with spasms and lost control of his bladder,
soaking his four wobbling legs with copious amounts of urine. Poor
Zipper’s feet slipped about in his involuntary secretions, sending the big
bird tumbling over the wet ground.
The frightening creature flicked its forked tongue in their direction
tasting them from afar. Its hideousness became suddenly all too patent
as it scurried out of the shadows and straight towards them. Two sharp
horns protruded from the top of its hellish head, one on either side. Its
skin was greasy and brown, clumps of it falling off onto the sand as it
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darted forward, where it steamed like an animal’s fresh droppings. In
fact, what fell off it appeared to be just that… ordure. Its tail was
viciously barbed, and all four of its appendages had sharp talons that
could easily render and mangle flesh.
Tandy was so terror-stricken he could not find his own voice. As
the repugnant creature drew dangerously closer, Tandy and Zipper both
backed away as fast as they could, all the while still facing it. The
abomination hissed, spewing rank mucous as the saggy flesh around its
neck suddenly expanded, flaring out into a spiked collar that shook as it
stretched outward, framing its face.
Zipper screamed once again, but his voice was strangled in his
constricted throat, and only a meager whine came out. Even though
Tandy’s voice had completely left him, he still had the wits to back away
faster while the creature pursued them.
“I maim thrash kill you dead all fecal produce eating hatred!” the
basiliscan beast howled in a heavy, malefic voice. The heaviness of the
words, uttered with such sinister violence, expunged from the kuray’s
throat with an intangible mass, as if there were indeed an actual gravity
behind it, pushing each poisonous syllable outward and down. “Die eatdirt die like dog scum maim eating filth!”
Something abruptly then came over the ork, something primal,
desperate, and defiantly self-preserving. “NO!” screamed the huge bird
with such sudden force and determination that the foul creature
pursuing him hesitated momentarily. Zipper had stopped retreating and
renounced his fear as he stood his ground and faced down the kuray.
Tandy, still feeling all too much like prey, tried his best to put distance
between himself and the predatory lizard.
Zipper advanced, raised his powerful foreleg, talons outstretched,
and brought it down with tremendous force on the tainted reptile’s
spine. There was a sudden sickening crunch as the creature’s vertebrae
snapped violently in two. The ork, fueled by the rush of adrenaline, went
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berserk and launched into a killing frenzy. Zipper whipped his elongated
neck about and sank swiftly down with his sharp, menacing beak. With
surgical precision, the fowl punctured through the brainpan of the lizard,
shredding the fleshy membrane like tissue. Still not sated, the ork
pecked at the kuray’s twitching eye and ripped it ferociously out of the
socket. As Zipper flung the orb from him, he attacked again with
renewed vehemence. He tore with his deadly foreclaws into the
creature, maddeningly eviscerating it into pieces. For the final touch,
Zipper raised his claw once more and smashed it down three times, until
the gore that splattered about the creatures decimated body turned to
mud with the sand.
“Stink!” gurgled the ork, reeling. He scraped his claws and beak
in the sand frantically, trying to wipe the remnants of the nasty creature
from his appendages. Now that Tandy and Zipper’s mutual terror had
turned to revulsion, they both realized that the creature stank worse
than the foulest outhouse, and that its stench was now fully on them.
“The…well,” Tandy said through stuttered choking, fighting a gag
that lodged in his throat. He tore off his vomit-covered shirt, throwing it
over the annihilated creature, and Zipper—still scraping his claws andbeak on the ground—threw more sand over it and the other dead
animals until there was a cloud of dust, and the disgusting scene was
partially obscured.
They ran, stumbling, to the well, where Tandy agonizingly lowered
the bucket and raised it three times, throwing water over himself and
the ork, until their breathing calmed, and their shaking stopped. The
shock of what they had both endured was finally beginning to subside, if
only for the moment.
One more time, Tandy lowered and raised the bucket, pouring
some into his mouth, and offering the rest to Zipper. After they emptied
it, Tandy hung it back onto the hook, and the two trudged away from the
well and the outpost toward where the Crescent Moon awaited them.
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“We never speak of this,” Tandy said through clenched teeth to
the ork. He looked up at the ship hanging in mid-air above them, with a
rope ladder leading upward to it. Grabbing the bottom rung, Tandy
swung himself upward, sending the rope ladder swinging wildly. Tandy
held tight, taking several deep breaths until the swinging stopped and
he was able to climb back up.
Wordlessly, Zipper watched him ascend, and then flew upward
himself to join the rest of the crew on board.
Tandy did an exceptional job of collecting himself as he ascended
the ladder, and by the time he reached the ship and climbed over the
railing, he had come up with an explanation for his missing shirt, and
whatever lingering odor might still be on him. Thankfully the heat and
wind had dried him off so that by the time he arrived, he was not in the
least bit wet… at least, not from water. Sweat beaded on his forehead,
chest, back, and under his arms.
“Nothing down there,” he said before anyone could ask. Sally had
come to his side, having seen him through a porthole in the kitchen as
he climbed up the side of the ship. Captain Salt was on deck with Roger,
the mer-folk and Nikobo in their tank, and even Bobo had deigned tomope about the deck. Only Truella remained in the kitchen.
Zipper landed on the deck with a clatter of claws. He had dried off
completely in the hot desert wind, and there was no sign of him having
been wet, either. Before anyone could realize that he possibly still had
any odor remaining, the ork settled down in his coiled rope nest and sat
quietly, hoping to go unnoticed.
Tandy related the untruth that he had concocted. “I’m not sure,
but I—I think I might’ve stepped in something that a camel or an
elephant left behind. I got a bit sick. Threw up, I’m ashamed to say. I left
the shirt down there. It was a mess, and I have so many more.” He did
not feel that his story was completely a lie. Indeed, a camel or an
elephant could easily have left the creature alone and either ignored it
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or fled from it. The part about getting sick was accurate, too. He liked
the story, and since Zipper said nothing, he winked at the ork
meaningfully, hoping the other would understand and not say anything
to the contrary. Truth be told, Zipper was beyond words at the moment
and he would remain so for quite some time. The ork tried his best to
hide the nervous shiver that racked through his body.
Captain Salt, who had been watching their descent from time to
time, raised an eyebrow and sniffed. “Must’ve been a whopper,” he
drawled, then pressed his lips together. “What ye stepped in, that is.”
He closed his eyes and quickly turned away, returning to his post at the
wheel.
The purpose of stopping at the remote outpost had been twofold:
to scout for the elusive hebtuos and ouatos, and to ensure that they
were on the route roughly laid out for them to make it to the
northwesternmost corner of Tarara, where they might locate Cadger’s
Island and, perhaps, finally a roc. It was this overwhelming purpose that
was driving Captain Salt now, and the main reason he overlooked
Tandy’s scant story without any sort of confrontation.
Having come up empty-handed at the outpost, the good captainreasoned that the only way to go now was west, to the Dragon’s Spine
Mountains, and then follow the ridges north to the coast. Still far in the
distance, the mountains were nothing more than a thin line on the
horizon, but it was at least a destination that was in sight. The flatness
of the desert throughout Tarara ensured that they could be seen from
just about any part of the continent.
The moods of the various crewmembers were all converging on
morose, though Captain Salt remained steadfast in his purpose, and of
all of them, only Truella seemed hopeful. The hippopotamus and mer-
folk listlessly wallowed in the tank as if it were more of a prison than a
comfort. Without water from the ocean, the pumps and drains were
sealed, and water had to be periodically brought up to it from the ship’s
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hold. Though the Red Jinn’s magic still kept the water circulating and
clean, it did not prevent it from evaporating in the arid atmosphere.
Ato, Truella and Sally rationed the drinking water for emergencies,
so they prepared fewer extravagant meals, and relied more on the fruit
and vegetables that they had stored for nourishment and hydration.
They all ate more salads, and that also allowed Ato to sleep more during
the day. Despite the rest he was getting, however, soon the cook could
be seen at night with drawn face and dark circles under his eyes, and he
seemed more lethargic. Several times he clutched at his chest and
grimaced in pain.
Sally and Tandy spent a great deal of time together, alone, in her
cabin. Nobody felt the need to inquire, and they were left to themselves
for the most part. The sea fairy spent less time in the kitchen, as there
was less to do, trusting Truella to carve the melons or peel the oranges.
The princess of Mo was easily able to crack coconuts open, using a vise
that was mounted to Ato’s vast counter-top. The coconut milk was
highly enjoyed by everyone, but did not do much in the way of
quenching thirsts.
Thankfully the watermelons were perfectly preserved, and went along way to keep the crew from suffering dehydration. Nikobo requested
the rinds, the orange peels, even the coconut shells. At first, Tandy
thought she was being too self-deprecating and sacrificial, but when the
hippopotamus showed them how easy it was for her to crunch it all
down, and insisted that she enjoyed it, they realized that they could
make their provisions go farther. Still, however, when they ate the
watermelon and other fruit, they all consciously left a lot of the sweeter
flesh on the portions given to her.
Roger subsisted mostly on the seeds of the watermelons, though
he ate his share of the sweet red fruit. Zipper, too, ate little. Both birds
insisted that they did not need so much to eat. Indeed, Roger was only a
fraction the size of the people aboard the ship, and Zipper was still
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struggling to get his appetite back. The poor ork could not get the image
of the carnivorous kuray and its sickening ways out of his mind. That,
and the foul odor of the damned creature that seemed to linger in his
nose, all the way down to the pit of his stomach.
Arko and Orpa nibbled sparingly on the fruit and vegetables that
Ato provided them, and remained quiet and helpful in as much as they
could be; which, unfortunately, was not much.
Captain Salt, Ato, Bobo, and Tandy did their best to curb their
appetites. Ato had baked hundreds of loaves of breads—of all different
kinds—before and during the journey, so there was no shortage in that
manner. The crates of peanut butter, jams, jellies, marmalades, and
chocolate spreads were put to good use. Though the stores kept in the
ship’s hold were being eaten into, they were all assured that there was
more than enough to keep them all well fed for a long time to come.
Still, after three days of sailing toward the mountains, Tandy,
Sally, Truella, Bobo, and Ato approached Captain Salt at the wheel one
morning after the sun had risen over the sands, burning down on them
with its unrelenting heat.
“Captain Salt,” spoke Sally, gingerly. She was elected to addresshim, for the old pirate felt especially affectionate toward the sea fairy.
Though he looked upon Tandy like a son, the cabin boy felt more
confident that Sally could communicate better with him. “Captain Salt.
Would you mind coming over to the tank? Ato’s prepared something for
us all.”
Captain Salt regarded the group of five people solemnly gathered
about him, noting the mixture of emotions on their faces—resolution,
trepidation, sadness, exhaustion. Shrugging, he let go of the wheel and
allowed himself to be led over to Nikobo’s tank, where the
hippopotamus, Arko, Orpa, Zipper and Roger waited. “What’s this then?
Ye’ve all had a meetin’ without me? I thought I was captain of this here
vessel.”
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Sally, sensing Captain Salt’s bridling apprehension, linked her arm
through his as they walked to the tank. She felt him relax, and they all
gathered together.
“Sammy.” It was Ato that spoke. The cook looked tired and feeble,
his complexion waxy pale and his eyes drooping. “Sammy, we’ve got to
give up the hunt. None of us are used to this, and I’m afraid the journey
is taking its toll on us all.”
“We can’t just get off the ship if we want to leave,” added Bobo.
His voice had lost a good deal of its pomposity, and the prince—instead
of looking imperious and haughty—appeared more sad and worn than
anything else. “We’re stuck on here as long as we’re far from home. We
can’t depart and be stranded in the desert.”
Truella, breathing deeply, put her hand on the prince’s, surprising
him. “Zipper and Roger can’t fly over the desert, either. The distance is
too great. We’re staying with you…” she sighed, and continued, “and for
some of us, it’s because we have no choice.”
“Surely even you’ll agree that we should go straight to the ocean,
and back home,” suggested Tandy hopefully. “We went on this trip to
find the crawling birds and the flying reptiles, and maybe a roc, but it’sbecome entirely too much. Right, Captain?”
The old pirate, with his soft heart, looked at the faces all staring
back at him. This was his one opportunity to get the strange creatures
that he had heard of almost a century ago… creatures that had eluded
him thus far. He could see the toll it was taking on the crew and the
passengers, and acknowledged that the quest was proving to be
fruitless.
Captain Salt shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “At least we kept
Bobo away from Boboland for a while!” he said, laughingly.
Bobo sputtered and said, “Now, see here!” but otherwise the rest
of them nodded and sighed in relief.
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Taking a deep breath, Captain Salt smilingly suggested that they
turn immediately north once they made it to the mountains, then sail
back east toward Nonestica. They would drop Bobo off straight away,
and escort Truella to the coast where she and Zipper would only have a
short flight to Mo. From there, they would sail up to the coral reef and
drop off Arko and Orpa, and then see what fortune brought them from
there.
The mood was relaxed and happy aboard the Crescent Moon, and
everyone quickly returned to their duties with relief and anticipation.
There was a distinct goal in sight, and eventually they would make it
back home.
Everyone was happy—except for Captain Salt. His disappointment
and frustration were kept in check, though hints of his bitterness were in
the looks he gave his shipmates when their backs were turned. As a
former pirate, he knew full well how to lie, how to make people believe
what they wanted to. He also knew a lie when he heard it, and was
especially disappointed in Zipper and Tandy for not bringing back the
specimen that they ended up killing, and even more for lying about it.
That was the worst part for him, the fact that they had both lied to hisface. He was not actually shocked that the ork had killed the creature. It
was likely the same kind Ma’Kra had shown him. Captain Salt had seen
death and killing in his years, long before Lurline had enchanted Oz and
things had changed. Captain Salt had put those memories behind him,
and shoved his former life in a back drawer of his mind, never to be
opened again. But seeing and experiencing what they had in Tarara had
awoken something in him, had cracked the draw open in the back of his
mind once more, if only a tiny bit. And though he was not yet ready to
accept it, he did not shove the drawer shut again, either. He smiled and
laughed with the others, making plans for the return trip and feigning
relief. Even poor Ato was fooled.
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The Dragon’s Spine mountain range loomed in its majestic
vastness, and finally some plant growth could be seen after so many
days of nothing but sand. At first there were only scrub brush and
tumbleweeds every now and then, but eventually the scrub blended
with rough grasses that grew in spotty patches. Soon bushes came into
sight below the ship, and as they flew over the foothills of the
mountains, even some straggly trees emerged from the ground.
Captain Salt reasoned with the crew that, since they were already
there at the foot of the mountains, they might as well have a look
around. So once more, Tandy and Zipper found themselves heading
down below for reconnaissance; though this time they were
accompanied by Roger. Perhaps the sparse vegetation might be a
habitat for the hebtuos or ouatos, and this would be the only way to find
out. Furthermore, this may well indeed be their last chance…his last chance. Captain Salt
allowed them three hours of searching, and suggested that they each take different
directions and work their ways outward from the spot where Tandy touched down from the
rope ladder. The cabin boy seemed uneasy at the suggestion, but he acquiesced soon
enough. “Allowed three hours?” he muttered to himself as he reluctantly mounted the rope
ladder down once more.
Thankfully, the excursion was fruitless, and they did not encounter anything living
other than the few plants, and those were mostly dried up and shriveled. Tandy suspected
that Captain Salt saw through their story at the outpost, and did not know if he had it in him
to lie to his friend a second time.
After an hour of trudging through the desert, peering under the flat rocks that
littered the foothills, Tandy took off his shirt and tied it around his head. He recalled
something that Tazander had said during their visit; about why the people wore the cloths
over their heads, and the women wore veils. The heat from the desert could really disable
someone if they did not protect their heads. His skin was tough from years of sailing on the
ship, so he did not worry about getting sunburned, even when his skin turned red and
started itching. The prickling sensation on his back and shoulders could not compare to the
prickling of his conscience.
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Roughly two hours later, Tandy tuned back to the ship, repeating the zigzag search
pattern. He called out to Zipper and Roger, but he was not too concerned. The birds could
easily fly and catch up to the ship. They all knew that they would turn north and follow the
range to the coast, so if the birds were separated from the ship, they could potentially catch
up. Captain Salt would wait for them, regardless. He would not leave anyone behind.
A fairly large boulder lay nearby, so Tandy decided to have a seat and wait for a
while, just in case the birds showed up. Entwining his fingers behind his head, he leaned
back and reclined on the rock, feeling the heat on his chest and stomach. “I’ll just close my
eyes, just for a bit,” he sighed as he laid back and dozed.
Opening his eyes roughly half an hour later, he looked up to see the sun harshly
burning down upon the land. The Crescent Moon blotted out a portion of it, casting a grand
shadow over the rocky terrain. Stretching, Tandy stood up and strode to where the rope
ladder touched ground.
Roger squawked his presence as Tandy was halfway up the ladder. He was almost
to the ship when Zipper returned. All three had nothing to report—they could not find any
trace of the flying reptiles or creeping birds.
Two things happened as a result of the scouting trip that Captain Salt sent Zipper,
Roger, and Tandy on. First, though they had concluded that no living thing was about on
the surface of the wasteland or otherwise, they had been dreadfully wrong. For there had
been at least one thing there, though it was hard to say whether it was living or not, and this
thing had taken notice of their presence. Second, having taken his shirt off and wandered
around in the blistering heat for a few hours, Tandy experienced—for the first time in his
long existence—the worst sunburn he had ever gotten in his entire life… if not the very
first!
CHAPTER EIGHT: OF THE SKY ABOVE AND THE EARTH BELOW
Sally and Truella played nursemaids with three patients, now. Ato’s lethargy and
weakness continued to worsen, despite the hope that they would soon be back at sea and
heading back to their homeland and the enchantments that benefited them so much there.
Zipper presented himself to ask for Truella’s help once the pain in his front claw became
unbearable. There were infected punctures in the flesh of his digits, and the smell coming
from his claw was unpleasant enough to tell them that it needed treatment right away.
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Tandy’s sunburn was excruciating, and though they attempted to give him relief by sitting
him in Nikobo’s tank, he still writhed in agony. He could not even put his arms down at his
sides, since the sensitive skin of his armpits was just as burned as the rest of him.
Tandy and Ato did not blame the captain for their states. Tandy blamed it on
inexperience and stupidity. Ato blamed it on the weather. Zipper seethed, making it clear
he blamed the Captain, and insisting that the only reason Tandy and Ato did not was
because of their loyalty to him.
Arko and Orpa were not faring too well, either. Though the water from the barrels
kept them wet, the heat was slowly cooking them alive, and the two mer-folk had taken to
lying practically motionless on the floor of the tank. Nikobo, too, was miserable, and added
to her misery by doing her best not to disturb Arko and Orpa, though the hours of
unmoving silence were just as tortuous to her as Tandy’s sunburn was to him.
“It’s time to get help, Sammy,” wheezed Ato to his old friend one evening as they
sat at the table to eat more melon and salad. The cook, normally eager to eat as much as he
possibly could, picked at his food, nibbling a few portions. He pushed the plate away and
leaned heavily forward on the table. “We’re out of our element here. We need help now.
We won’t make it otherwise.”
Captain Salt did not need any persuading. Though he was disappointed—again—at
missing out on his prizes, he knew his first priority was the safety and health of the people
aboard his ship. “I know, Ato,” he said, softly. Only Bobo and Truella had joined them at
the table, for Sally stayed with Tandy, Arko, Orpa and Nikobo full time, Zipper slept
excessively, and Roger had taken to keeping an eye on his fellow avian.
Silently, Truella arose from her seat after they had finished their salads, and
returned to the table with a bowl of gelatin that she had made from some of the fruit and
melon. Quietly doling out portions into four bowls, she set one in front of each of them.
Truella did her best to smile and project a positive demeanor, but the sagging of her
shoulders and her shuffling step belied her feelings.
Captain Salt looked down at his bowl, at the jiggling pink substance with the
chunks of mango and pineapple stuck inside of it. He looked back up at his oldest friend,
and said, simply, “The hold.”
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“The hold?” echoed the cook as Truella and Bobo looked up. With dawning
realization, all three of them understood what Captain Salt meant.
“It… could work,” thought Ato aloud, poking his spoon into the gelatin. The
substance slowed down the spoon’s progress, and when he let go, the spoon stayed in
place.
“Would they be conscious?” asked Bobo with a concern that the others had never
seen in him before. “I mean, would they be comfortable? Uncomfortable? Would they even
be aware of anything?”
“I suppose they might,” mused Ato out loud. He considered, and then spoke, “What
if we took a sleeping potion? I’m going to do it, too, if the others are. We could sleep in the
storage until we got back to Oz, and by then, I’m sure Ozma will be able to whip us all
back into shipshape in no time.”
“So,” Captain Salt breathed, his voice low and calm, “you’ll do it?”
Ato sighed, still poking at his dessert. “You don’t need a crew to run the ship,
Sammy.” He looked at Truella, whose face showed her concern. “You can keep the others
fed, can’t you? You can cook, make salads, slice melons. Would you be willing?”
The princess of Mo merely nodded. She was shocked at the idea, and equally
shocked at Bobo’s turn in attitude. Tenderness was not something she had seen in the
prince since they had first met, and she was enticed by it.
“We’re in agreement, then?” asked the old captain, frowning. He did not like
putting anyone out of commission; least of all people he liked and cared about. However,
the alternative was more suffering for them, and if they could be relieved of their pains, he
would do it.
Ato, Truella and Bobo nodded.
The four finished their meal in silence, and then headed to various parts of the ship
to make the suggestion to the rest.
Zipper did not trust the idea, but with Truella’s insistence, and Ato’s example, he
relented. Tandy, though his intense pain clouded his thinking, agreed immediately to it,
despite Sally’s protests. The sea fairy insisted that she would then remain in the hold with
them, keeping a watchful eye in case anything should happen.
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Arko and Orpa silently agreed to the option, and Arko spoke for the first time since
they began suffering in the desert’s intense heat.
“It’ll be like sleeping for a long time,” he said, looking for confirmation from Ato
and the others.
“We’ll take a sleeping draught I’ve prepared,” replied Ato, holding two phials in
his hands. “Maetta, a sorceress from the land of Mo, enchanted our hold so that anything
placed in it remains fresh and unchanged until it’s taken back out again. Sally will remain
down there to keep an eye on us all.”
“Us?” inquired Orpa. The mermaid’s eyes lolled sadly. She was beyond tired,
beyond exhausted.
“Yes, my dear.” Ato smiled weakly. “I’ll be there with you.”
Nikobo nodded, giving her approval to the endeavor. She knew that she could not
make it down the levels to the hold, and would have to remain in her tank. The heat was
uncomfortable, but she was a hippopotamus who had lived through many decades of
adventure, and this would only serve to make her stronger. “Go ahead,” she said, simply.
The sleeping draught made them all very tired. Captain Salt had to carry Arko
down to the hold, and repeated the effort with Orpa and Tandy. Though the mer-folk were
quiet when he carried them down, Tandy’s agony was enough that despite the captain’s
best efforts, he cried out in pain several times, and whimpered miserably until the former
pirate pushed the cabin boy into the gelatinous substance of the hold. Thankfully the
sleeping potion had finally taken effect on them, and the sleepers floated in place, their
eyes closed, and—for the first time in several days—peaceful.
“I’ll… go in… myself…”the ork declared with slurred speech, wobbling unsteadily
as he watched Arko, Orpa and Tandy being placed in the hold. The watermelons, coconuts,
mangos, papayas and other produce already in there were suspended around them, looking
as if they were caught in a maelstrom of fruit, frozen in time. Zipper took a deep breath and
forged his way into the substance, moving further in than the others. He turned, surprise
painted on his face. “I thought this… would stop me… in place…” he said, sleepily. “I
can… move around fine…”
“It’s the enchantment,” Ato explained, uncorking the phial of sleeping draught in
his hand with his thumb. “We can move around in it easily enough; how else would we get
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anything in and out of it?” He chuckled, glad that the enchantment held in a place where
there seemed to be so little magic. Raising the phial in a salute to Captain Salt, Bobo,
Truella, Sally and Roger, the ship’s cook drank deeply from it, and strode into the
gelatinous hold. “We’ll see you soon,” he said, waving politely at the ladies, and nodding
courteously at the prince. “Get us home,” he ordered Captain Salt, giving him a stern but
hopeful look. Ato closed his eyes, and soon the enchantment congealed about him, and he
was as motionless as the others.
Tears ran down Sally’s face as she looked at Tandy’s reddened body, her
helplessness stabbing bluntly through her heart. The room was heavy with silence, and
after several unsure minutes, the remaining crew turned around to head back up the decks
to attend to whatever duties they could.
“Don’t cry, Sally.” Bobo laid his hand gently on her shoulder. “They’re just asleep,
nothing more. They won’t even notice how long it might take us to get back home.” He
turned to look forcefully at the captain. “It’ won’t be long, right?”
Captain Salt shook his head with an angry frown and pushed roughly past the
prince, walking around the narwhal horn that was stuck through the floorboards and
projected its way upward through the ship. “It’ll take as long as it takes. I’ll get ye home,
the lot of ye. Don’t question me or try me patience any further.”
With fewer mouths to feed, the stores already in the kitchen pantry lasted a lot
longer. Captain Salt sailed the ship into the blue sky over the mountains, gaining altitude,
until they were well into them. Trees and plants grew in the Dragon’s Spine Mountains, a
welcome sight after so long in the desert. At the higher altitude, the air was thinner, but it
was dramatically cooler, and as Captain Salt turned the Crescent Moon northward, even he
breathed in relief that their misery would soon come to an end.
Below them, in the caves and tunnels that snaked through the bowels of the
mountain range, a man hurried as fast as he could, his bare feet slapping against the stone
cave floors. No light illuminated the underground tunnels, yet no light was needed.
Decades of traversing the subterranean maze told the man far more than his eyes ever
could. He knew exactly where he was headed. As he ran, he chanted runic words laced
with power, making sense only to his ears alone. With his inner vision he could see his
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destination lingering before him like a will o’ the wisp, tantalizing, just out of his reach.
With a maddened dash he sprinted forward, knowing time was very much of the essence.
Night was falling with her soothing touch as the flying ship turned majestically in
the air to face the northern coast of Tarara. As dusk settled quietly over the land, it brought
with it several clouds in its wake that obscured the moon and stars overhead.
“Oh, thank heavens,” Nikobo laughed, tears in her large eyes. The hippopotamus
could smell rain, especially after not having smelled it for so long. “Samuel! Samuel Salt!
There’s rain coming!”
The clouds were not long in delivering the promised bounty, and soon sheets of rain
were pouring down onto the ship and the mountains around them.
Captain Salt laughed with joy, holding his arms outward to welcome the downpour.
He kicked the heel of his boot hard on the deck, trying to get the attention of Bobo and
Truella. “Roger!” he cried joyously. “Get them landlubbers up here! Get that sea fairy too!
This is too good ta miss!”
“Aye, Captain!” replied the Read Bird, flying about in the rain and letting the water
soak him from beak to tail. With an emphatic swoosh, the excited bird flew down the
stairwell to the lower decks, rounding up the prince, princess, and the sea fairy.
Emerging shortly thereafter, Roger was followed close behind by Bobo and Truella,
who both laughed incredulously at the welcome precipitation. “How is this possible?”
demanded Truella, smiling upward into the night sky as it mercifully rained down upon
them.
“Sally says she’s fine where she is,” reported Roger, flying about Captain Salt’s
head.
Nikobo was splashing about in her tank, shaking her large body vigorously as rain
pelted her leathery hide. “This is marvelous!” she exulted, laughing merrily.
Bobo and Truella clasped hands and danced together on the deck, waltzing around
the Captain at his wheel, Nikobo in her tank, and generally trying to follow Roger as he
capered erratically about.
After several minutes, Captain Salt sobered, and realized that they needed to stop
sailing, in case the storm got any worse. As it was, the night was very dark, and the rain
made it difficult to see the mountains below them. He sighed happily, and pulled on the
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topmost knob jutting out of the wheel, slowing the ship to a halt. There was normally no
need to weigh anchor, but in the storm and unfamiliar terrain, he knew that this was a
situation that called for it.
Pressing another knob on the wheel, he let loose the anchor. Nikobo, Truella, Bobo
and Roger heard the heavy chain as it clanked, sending the anchor down to the mountains
below them. Down in the hold, Sally could hear it too, and noted that the others were still
quiet and motionless, though Zipper’s legs jerked a bit in his sleep, and Tandy’s brow
furrowed somewhat. Sally took another sip of the cold tea that Truella had brought her
earlier, and set it back down on the surface of a niche next to where she sat.
Suddenly, the cup flew back at her, dowsing her with its contents. Sally shrieked at
the sudden coldness, but soon had to disregard it as the ship toppled sideways, sending her
violently against the side wall, with the chair dangerously slamming against it close to her
head. She looked at the sleepers in the hold, and was relieved to see them still suspended in
the enchantment. The sleeping potion did a remarkable job keeping them unconscious,
even with the continuous jarring and jerking that the ship now encountered. They wobbled,
but remained motionless, thanks to Maetta’s crafty enchantments.
Picking herself up, Sally pushed past the narwhal horn and up the levels, joining
Captain Salt and the others on deck. The rain was still pouring down, but they were no
longer celebrating. Captain Salt was frantically turning knobs on the wheel, swearing and
wishing Ato was up there to help him figure out which ones to use. He must have pushed
the right one, for suddenly the sails on all the masts snapped shut in one swift motion, and
folded inward until they were all fastened around the masts.
The ship was being tossed about, and with the anchor stuck on the mountain below
them, they were in danger of slamming against the peak.
“I’ve got to set her down!” shouted the captain over the roar of the rain. “Hang on
everyone! This ain’t going ter be gentle!”
The ship descended slowly, still buffeted back and forth on its chain tether, and
with a massive jolt, settled suddenly on the side of the mountain.
“Don’t worry!” shouted the captain, still fiddling with the knobs at the wheel. He
pulled two and pressed a third, and they could hear something like pistons adjusting, and
with another, smaller, jolt, the ship sent out metal buttresses from the keel, securing it to
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the steep incline of the mountain. After he made sure that the ship was immobile, he dashed
to the tank, where the rest had convened. “We’ll sit this out… weather the storm. It’ll be
fine—just like the time when we was caught on a sand bar outside Coregos for three days
’til the tide come in, before we had the flyin’. We’ll set sail again in the mornin’.”
Sally dashed back down to the hold, making sure the sleepers were still secure.
They were, and the sea fairy was able to pick up the fallen chair and cup, and some other
items that had been knocked out of place. The trunk containing the Ixian silks had slid
across the floor, but the other crates were secured to the walls and floors with ropes and
chains, so she shoved the trunk back where it had originally sat, and was able to relax once
again.
Truella’s task in the kitchen was more daunting, but Bobo helped her straighten it
up, retrieving fallen pots and pans, and checking the cupboards to make sure that no plates
or glasses had smashed inside them. Some canned food had spilled out of the pantry, and
several boxes and jars were toppled in a pile at the bottom, but it was something that they
could easily sort out together, and it gave them time to talk about their feelings for each
other in that shy, elusive way that they seemed to share.
Captain Salt and Roger inspected the deck, and with the exception of a missing
bucket and two broken lanterns, there was little damage that could be seen. Nikobo’s tank
was also secure, owing its safety to the enchantment placed upon it by the Red Jinn of Ev.
Though the rain still poured down upon them, Captain Salt suggested that they call
it a night, and dismissed the Read Bird to the lower decks. He retired to his cabin, and soon
the deck was deserted, except for the hippopotamus. Nikobo sighed, closed her eyes, and
enjoyed the pattering of the rain as it lulled her to sleep, high up in the tall peaks of the
Dragon’s Spine Mountains, in the uncharted continent of Tarara.
CHAPTER NINE: OF BLESSINGS UNFORSEEN
Truella and Bobo awoke the next morning on the floor of the kitchen, in the clothes
they wore the night before, still damp from the rain. Truella pulled herself upward from
Bobo’s arms, a little embarrassed and crimson of cheek, but happy all the same. The prince
yawned, stretched, and wished her a good morning.
Truella laughed, glad that their awkwardness had fled with the sudden rainstorm of
the previous night. Shaking her dress out, she pirouetted and dashed quickly from the
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kitchen to her own cabin, where she speedily changed from her wet clothes to a simply—
and blessedly dry—frock. She could hear Bobo stumbling down the hallway, for the ship
was somewhat at an angle, and the door to his cabin shut as he followed her example.
Dressed in the common clothes of ship-hands, Truella and Bobo emerged on deck
to greet the shining sun of a new day and look about their surroundings. They were the first
ones up, as Roger was surprisingly still asleep below deck somewhere. At least, that’s what
they figured, since the Read Bird was nowhere to be seen.
The two went over to Nikobo’s tank to wish the hippopotamus a good morning.
Nearing her, they both noticed Nikobo staring, unblinking, off to the port side of the
Crescent Moon. Curious, they both turned to see what old Kobo was staring at. They could
see the plains of Amaland beyond the foothills. Like Ot’Sama, Ama was also mostly sandy
desert, but they did not concern themselves with that, knowing that they would be heading
north to the coast. Small white clouds scuttled off to the west, and turning slightly north but
still looking westward, Truella and Bobo could make out a bump on the horizon which was
likely another mountain.
Bobo looked back at Nikobo, who rigidly remained staring, and noticed that she
was trembling. “What?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “What are you staring at? What is
it?”
Truella suddenly froze. Bobo heard her suck her breath in and hold it. He realized
that she must have seen what Nikobo saw, and hoped to get an answer out of her. Slowly
turning, he whispered to her, “What do you see?”
Though she was frozen with fear, Truella slowly raised her hand and pointed off the
port side, her teeth gritted in terror.
Bobo looked again off the side of the ship, noticing for the first time that there was
a massive tree visible there. It must be huge indeed, he thought, for it to tower over the side
of the ship, although the branches were a bit sparse. The trunk was thick indeed. Perhaps
there was something in the branches? Bobo examined the limbs of the tree more intently as
he walked towards the larboard side of the ship.
“Hello,” the tree said, and Bobo realized that it was not a trunk, but the head of a
gigantic woman made of wood. The branches stood out from her hair, and until now, she
had remained motionless. “Don’t be frightened,” she continued, still unmoving. Slowly,
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very slowly, the giant wooden woman raised a hand from her side and waved timidly at
them. “I scared your hippopotamus. I’m sorry. Now I’ve scared you. I tried to be still, but
that didn’t really seem to work.” She smiled, showing off teeth that were paler than the rest
of her, but still definitely wooden. “My name is Dorcas. I love your ship. It reminds me
of… of something from a long time ago.”
Bobo, though startled, broke free of his stupor and backed away, back toward
Nikobo and Truella and the tank. With a small voice, he barely managed to squeak, “My
name is Bobo, crown prince of B-Boboland. This is Too-rella… Truella, princess of Mo,
and this is Nikobo, the hippopotamus.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said the giant woman, nodding her head graciously. “What
brings you to the Dragon’s Spine? There’s nothing to see for miles and miles around.”
Timidly, Bobo walked toward the giant made of timber. He gingerly peered over
the bulwarks, down to the sloping side of the mountain, just to see how tall Dorcas was.
She looked to be about twenty feet in height, and was standing on a rocky outcropping that
gave her enough of a boost to peer onto the deck of the ship. Dashing back to his friends,
Bobo called out. “The captain of the ship—Captain Salt—is searching for specimens of the
flying reptile and the creeping bird. I don’t suppose you’ve seen any?”
“Sweet Oz! Shiver me timbers! Oh my stars and garters! Sizzling smurfs on a
sinkin’ ship! What on earth is that ?!” Captain Salt, awakened by the voices so close to his
cabin, came barreling out of it, pistols in both hands and a fierce grimace on his face. When
he saw Dorcas, the swarthy old pirate nearly fell to his knees, but managed to remain
standing.
“Nice pajamas, Captain,” sneered Bobo sarcastically. They all looked to see that
Captain Salt was wearing bright blue fuzzy pajamas with pictures of teddy bears all over.
“Are ye friend or foe?” demanded the captain, pointing both pistols at the giant
wooden woman.
“Are you a pirate?” she demanded, an angry frown on her lovely wooden features.
“I don’t take kindly to pirates, sir. Please lower your weapons. I’m only here to visit.”
“You’ll have to understand, Miss Dorcas,” Truella politely spoke up, “that we’ve
been through some very… unusual experiences. Normally we’re not so…”
“Jumpy,” said Bobo, finishing her sentence for her.
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“So, ye’ve already had parley with this tree, eh?” demanded Captain Salt, lowering
his pistols.
“Begging your pardon, sir,” the giant interjected, “but I am not a tree. Perhaps I was
once, but I am Dorcas, and… well, here I am.” She glared sternly at Captain Salt. “Are you
a pirate? I asked you once already.”
“I am Sir Samuel Salt, Captain of this vessel, the Crescent Moon, knight of her
highness, Queen Ozma of Oz!” announced Captain Salt, trying his utmost to stand
importantly in his fuzzy blue pajamas.
“I thought Ozma was a princess,” murmured Truella to Bobo, just loud enough for
the prince to hear.
“We be on a journey of exploration, and if you’ll be kind enough to give us leave,
we must be goin’. The Ot’Saman desert has not been kind to me crew, and we’ve got…
one, two, three… four… five people in dire need of medical attention, and the sooner we
depart, the sooner we can get them well again.”
Dorcas placed a massive wooden hand to her mouth and gasped. “Eight bells! I did
not realize that you had injured aboard. Please, don’t go. I’ll get the doctor. He’s not far…
just wait right here!”
“A sawbones!” breathed Captain Salt, his eyes lighting up with hope. If this doctor
of hers could help the others—or return them to complete health—then there was a chance
he could continue searching for the hebtuos and ouatos. “They’re me white whale,” he
muttered, not realizing that Truella and Bobo were within earshot.
Not having read any literature from the great outside world, neither the prince nor
the princess understood his statement, and thankfully Captain Salt had not become a
Captain Ahab in their eyes. Or perhaps I have, he thought, frowning slightly.
After Dorcas had departed, Roger emerged from behind the pile of rope that Zipper
had been using as a nest. Shivering uncontrollably, the Read Bird staggered over to Captain
Salt. “S-she’s c-coming b-back?” he stuttered, still startled from the woman’s appearance.
“Aye. ’Tis a good thing too, me lad. If she’s got her a sawbones, we may yet be
able to continue our journey and find them creepy birds an’ flyin’ lizards.”
Roger gulped and looked quizzically at his captain. “Oh?” he replied, stunned once
again. “Do… do you think that’s wise?”
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Dorcas was back on the rocky outcropping in no time, and easily deposited the man
on the deck of the ship, where he was able to meet Captain Salt and his crew.
The doctor, as she referred to him, was a flamboyantly-attired dark-skinned man.
He wore a fur cape around his shoulders, and long blades of grass around his waist, which
was fastened with a leather strap with a colorful clasp. Tied around his legs below the
knees were more furs and a collar of multicolor feathers stood out from behind his head.
Rings of gold covered the base of his neck, and he wore several rings in his ears. Other
than that, he wore nothing else, and they could see he was well-muscled and lithe, though
his face was that of an aged man. In one hand he carried a staff with more rings and beads
tied to the top, which rattled as he walked toward them.
Before the old man could utter a single word, Nikobo snorted and came storming
out of her tank to confront him. “Oh, it can’t be!” she exulted, falling to her knees in the
best bow she could manage. “It’s you! I never thought I’d see you again!” A great tear
rolled down her cheek, and she asked, “Did you send the rain?”
Captain Salt stared in surprise at the colorful old fellow, his jaw moving up and
down but no words came from his lips.
Sally, Truella and Bobo looked from the old man to Captain Salt and the
hippopotamus, then back again. Captain Salt had a look of surprise, joy, and trepidation
mixed on his face, and Nikobo’s joy at seeing him was obvious.
It was Dorcas who spoke. “You know each other?” she asked. Seeing that there
seemed to be no animosity, especially from Nikobo, she continued, “Well, good then! This
is Boglodore. He can help the others, I’m sure of it. Go on!” She brushed her hand toward
the people gathered on the deck of the ship, which startled Roger enough that he flew up to
the crow’s nest and hid there for the rest of the day.
“Y’ever get that one-tenth of the kingdom ye wanted?” asked Captain Salt, nodding
his head with respect to the old man. Turning to address the others, he spoke. “This be
Boglodore, the ‘old man of the jungle’ as he was called back in the day. He was a big help
in defeatin’ them Ozamandarins when they tried to take over Om.” He turned to face the
witch doctor and extended his hand. “I would assume, then, since ye helped us, we be
allies, right?” He looked at Boglodore’s bald head, and added. “Whatever happened to yer
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turban? At least ye had somethin’ to cover yer head then.” Remembering something else,
he asked, “An’ what of yer umbrellaphant?”
“She’s still with me,” answered the witch doctor, staring down the former pirate.
“No, I never got the land I was promised, but then, it was promised to me by people I
helped to kill, so the deal was moot at best, wasn’t it? And I do not wear the turban
anymore.” A grin lit up his face, and he placed his hand on Nikobo’s massive head,
sending shivers of happiness through her. “Yes, I sent the rain. I remember you. I charged
you with protecting Tazander Tazah, the lost king of Ot’Sama. And you did well. Tell me,
do you still perform your duty? I saw him out in the desert with two strange birds.”
“Oh, great Boglodore! Yes, I do. But he’s hurt, and we need your help. I’m sure
you can help him! You’re the greatest magician I’ve ever known!”
Captain Salt had been thinking about what the old man had said. “You said you
helped… to kill them? Them square-hatted old fools what tried to keep Tandy off the
throne?”
Boglodore turned his toothy grin back to the captain. “You still think like you are in
Oz, my old ally.” He laughed, banging his staff on the wooden planks of the deck. “Surely
you have seen death here. Yes, we killed them. We ended their lives, drowning them in the
ocean. All these years, you did not have to worry about having their deaths on your
conscience either, did you? And now you do.”
“As I recall, my old ally,” the old pirate retorted, “’twas you what insisted on
carryin’ off them Ozamandarins with yer umbrellaphant an’ droppin’ them in the drink. My
conscience is clear!” He shook his head, still trying to realize what had actually happened.
“Killed them, eh?”
“Eight bells!” shouted Dorcas in exasperation. “You can argue later. I thought you
had sick and injured to tend to!”
Putting aside their petty squabble, Captain Salt led the old man of the jungle down
to the hold, followed by Sally, Truella, Bobo and Roger. With the help of the sea fairy, he
explained to Boglodore what had happened to each of them. Once Boglodore discovered
that they were suspended in an enchantment, he relaxed somewhat. After he felt he
understood each of their ailments, he requested that all but Sally leave the hold, and
instructed Truella to fetch him several items that he hoped she would find in the ship’s
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“All right,” he said. “If Truella wants to go, I’ll go, too.” The prince of Boboland
shrugged his shoulders.
“I go where my captain goes!” squawked Roger, ever loyal.
CHAPTER TEN: OF THE TOLL OF SECRETS
An hour later, Ato emerged from the stairwell and was welcomed with open arms
by his friends. Roger especially was glad to see his old friend hale and hearty, with the
color back in his face, and a spring back in his step.
“Did you know,” he asked, his eyes glistening with happiness, “that’s old
Boglodore! The old man of the jungle! You know, the one with the umbrellaphant!”
Captain Salt chose to keep the revelation about the deaths of the Ozamandarins
from his old friend, and the others easily understood, joining him in keeping the secret.
After all, that was water that had passed under the bridge more than a lifetime ago.
Sally came up to the deck roughly fifteen minutes later, and asked Captain Salt to
come down to the hold, so he could help carry Arko and Orpa back up to the tank. Soon,
the two mer-folk were splashing happily in the water with Nikobo, who rejoined her old
friends in the water.
Back down in the hold, old Boglodore and Sally were busy treating Zipper’s claw.
The old witch doctor could see that the puncture wounds were infected, and that the
infection was spreading up his leg rather swiftly.
“This is from a kuray,” he said, his gritty voice rumbling in his throat as he
examined the wound. “You killed one, didn’t you?” He chuckled at Zipper’s unease. “Heh.
You Oz folks and your antiquated sense of right and wrong.” Pulling a feather from his
headdress, he said, “This is a feather from an ouatos. Do you think it’s wrong of me to
wear it?”
“I’m not from Oz!” retorted the ork, ruffling his saucer-like wings and ignoring the
witch-doctor’s question. He jerked back on his leg as Boglodore stuck his finger into the
open, festering wound, hissing in pain. “Ouch! Watch it there!”
Boglodore ignored him, shoving a pinch of spices into the wound. His grip on
Zipper’s claw was like an iron vise, and struggle as he might, the ork was unable to pull it
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from the old magician. Boglodore had warned him, too, that if he should decide to kick, he
would decide not to heal his wound. So the ork did his best to control his reflex urge and
kicked away from the old man.
“You’re fixed,” announced Boglodore after waving his free hand over the wound
and chanting some ancient, unintelligible words. The opened skin tingled like it was being
pricked by a hundred needles, and the gashes sealed, leaving the flesh of his claw clean and
healthy. “Go up on the deck. Leave us alone. Go now.”
Sally stood aside as Zipper tried standing on his healed leg. She smiled as the ork
danced about, then dashed out of the hold, leaving her and Boglodore with only Tandy left
to heal.
Boglodore gazed at the young man suspended in the enchantment, his eyes welling
up with tenderness. “Tazander Tazah,” he said, reaching into the gelatinous substance to
touch Tandy’s hand. Tandy startled at the touch, but did not wake up. He turned to Sally
and said, “I need your full name. I need to wield the power it contains. This boy is very
special to me, and his wounds are deep. A sunburn this bad destroys not only muscle, but
vital organs as well.” He shook his head as he gazed upon the face he had long thought lost.
“My silly little boy. You never knew the pain of injury, of aging, of death. Your body was
not prepared to defend itself from the desert of your homeland. No matter. I will take care
of you, just as your mother and father asked me to so long ago.”
“Chrysalissium,” Sally said, in answer to Boglodore’s request.
“You mean a lot to him,” noted Boglodore, still touching Tandy’s hand through the
enchantment. “He cares very much for you, but you have not known each other long.” The
old man closed his eyes and continued feeling Tandy’s emotions through touching his
hand. “He is dedicated to the captain and the ship. This is his home. Aha… he has met the
good Sheik Tazander. I was wondering if that would ever happen. I’m glad things went
well… but he is very sad about it, too.”
“His parents asked you to look after him?” Tandy had told Sally some of his
history, of how Boglodore had kidnapped him and imprisoned him in the jungle on
Patrippany Island. He did not seem to have any affection at all for the old man, but when
Sally asked Nikobo about the witch doctor, Nikobo’s story was substantially different.
Apparently Boglodore had given the hippopotamus the gift of speech and thought, and
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charged her with guarding Tandy while he was away. “I thought the Ozamandarins paid
you to kidnap Tandy and get rid of him…?”
“That is the story, yes,” sighed the old man. “When I took Tazander away from
Om, the people blamed me for kidnapping him. I saw no need to correct that.” Sally
regarded him carefully. Though he was old, and completely bald, Boglodore seemed lively
and youthful. His eyes, however, were faded and almost rheumy, and if she did not know
better, she would have thought he was blind. “Tazander is my godchild,” whispered
Boglodore. He jerked his neck to glare at her. “That is our secret! You will never reveal it
to him. When my work is done here, I will leave, and you may speak of me, but you will
not reveal this secret to him. I have killed for him, and I have made great sacrifices. Go
with Dorcas back to her country.” He paused, the anger from his face melting into sadness
and resignation. “Leave me alone.”
“Are you sure?” Sally gently placed her hands on Boglodore’s shoulders, shocking
the witch doctor with her touch. He felt her love and devotion for his godson, and her
kindness as well; but even more, he felt the weight of her fear, the heaviness of the words
Ma’Kra had spoken to her back in the village. “I see that I am not the only one who is
practiced in keeping things from Tazander.”
Sally winced and quickly pulled her hands away from Boglodore’s shoulders, the
old man’s words pricking at her conscience. The sangoma turned to look the sea fairy in
the face, his eyes peering right through her, stripping her soul bare. He then spoke the
words that Sally had come to fear: “‘ Destiny is extending its reach…grasping…in a place
where tears fall ceaselessly from a dire and dreary sky…and then… all goes black and
cold...’”
Sally felt warm teardrops stinging at her eyes, as she stared unbelievingly at the
medicine man. “How…?” The sea fairy hesitated, and then suddenly realized just how tired
she really was of feeling so alone. Throwing all pretenses aside, Sally unburdened herself
to the shaman. “What does it all mean? Can you tell me? Please?? Is Tandy going
to...to…”
Sally steeled herself and regained her composure, finding the strength to ask her
most perilous thought. “What is to become of me?”
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Boglodore sighed and absently ran his fingers through his plumed collar.
“Prognostication…premonitions…are very strange and tremulous; rather vague and hazy,
hard to grasp. I see, rather sense, what Ma’Kra spoke to you. There is joy yet to be found
and great hardship as well. The one thing I can absolutely assure you of is that your life is
irreparably entangled with Tazander’s. In fact, just having met you…Tazander simply
knowing you…is perhaps the most significant happening of his long life.” Boglodore
looked at the man he still saw as a child and felt his heart heave. “Tazander has much to do
still; his fate untwines far, far into the future. If you are bound up with him thusly and
seeing how large you loom in his life, I think your future happiness is well assured. But
who truly can guarantee what is to come about?”
“Ma’Kra could not give me much clarity as well,” Sally said, glancing sidelong at
Tandy still suspended in the hold. “I take it you know her.”
“Yes, we are acquainted, but that is neither here nor there. Let me speak plainly, not
about some unclear future but from the bitterness of my own experience. The time you
have is now, the present. You are wasting precious time in needless consternation over
what may or may not come to pass. If you continue to do so you most assuredly will miss
out on what is here before you now.” The old man of the jungle sighed, the weight of the
years pressing in on him. “Do not live your life in regret. There is nothing worse. I know
this for a fact.”
Sally could not deny the wisdom of Boglodore’s words, but she wondered how he
could not see the truth for himself. “Witch doctor, heal thyself,” Sally stated simply yet
emphatically.
The shaman grimaced at the sea fairy and stared at her pointedly, yet he saw no
trace of cruelty in her face or words. “Maybe one day…perhaps you can visit me again,
some time,” he said, hinting at a possible change of mind. “But still, what I told you is my
secret alone to reveal to him, if and when I choose to do so. Just as you have to make the
choice of when to break your silence with him, so must I do the same. I respect your right
to decide when that moment should be. I ask that give me the same respect and honor my
right to decide when to tell him.”
Boglodore looked at his godson once more, the truth of his circumstance no less
painful than before. “He does not think fondly of me. To him, I was the old man of the
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“There’s no one here to impress with fancy spells,” Tandy said as he sank to his
knees next to the old man of the jungle. Facing the opposite direction, but right beside him,
Tandy laid his hand on the old man’s shoulder. He did not look into his eyes. “Thank you,”
he said. “You can’t possibly know how good it is to see you again.”
Boglodore and Sally both were surprised. “I thought you hated me,” muttered the
old man, his hands clenched in his lap. “I felt no affection from you for me.”
“You’re wrong,” retorted the young man, gripping the old man’s shoulder tightly.
He tried to put into words what seeing the old man meant to him, but he could not. Instead,
he leaned his forehead onto Boglodore’s shoulder and said, “Thank you. Thank you for
helping me, and for not being dead.”
It took nearly an hour for Tandy, Sally and Boglodore to carry up onto the deck the
twenty watermelons, bushel of coconuts, and other supplies that he demanded in payment
for his services. Though Ato sputtered his objections, no one could say the price was too
high.
“Ye could have the umbrellaphant carry this stuff back to wherever ye’ve been
hidin’,” suggested Captain Salt, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creature he had last seen
eight decades before. “Ye did say it was still with ye, right?”
Boglodore turned a dark glare to the captain. “Yes, she’s still with me, down in the
caves. But she does not live. She died over half a century ago.” His words effectively shut
Captain Salt’s mouth, and he slunk back to the wheel, where he watched the others quietly.
“You should accompany Dorcas to Ogowan,” said the old man, much to Captain
Salt’s delight. “There’s an oasis along the way, but it is dangerous to set down there.
Dorcas is safe from it, but you are not. Stay away from it. I tell you this only because it is
halfway between here and your destination. Once you pass Big Enuf Mountain, you will be
in Ogowan. From there, sail east, and you will be able to make it home.” He walked up to
each person and animal, placed his hand on their heads, and spoke their names, telling each
of them to be well. “That is my gift to each of you,” he said as he finished with Arko, Orpa
and Nikobo. “Be well.” He turned to Dorcas and asked her to carry him back to his cave in
the foothills, where he first saw Tandy, Roger and Zipper scouting about for hebtuos and
ouatos. “You might find the flying reptiles at the oasis, but you will not find any of the
creeping birds. They are gone from this land.”
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Boglodore took a cloth from one of his pouches and tossed it over the pile of goods
that had been brought up from the hold. It expanded and transformed into a large cage that
surrounded all the items, with a large hook on top. “Dorcas, if you will be so kind?”
The giant wooden woman took the cage in one hand and Boglodore in the other.
“I’ll be back shortly,” she promised.
“Visit me again, if you wish,” called the witch doctor as they departed. “Or maybe I
will come to see you one day… if I may? Goodbye.”
Tandy, watching them leave, thought he saw tears in the old man’s eyes. Squinting,
he tried to be sure, but as Dorcas turned and headed down the mountain, he lost sight of the
old man. He turned to Sally, who placed her arm around him and simply nodded. “Yes,”
she said, to his unspoken question.
“This here be yer family, boy,” came the gruff voice of Captain Salt from Tandy’s
other side. He looked appraisingly at Sally’s arm around his cabin boy and nodded in
approval. “It’s all good. Ye’ve not lost as much as ye might think.”
The news that they would be traveling with Dorcas to Ogowan was met with mixed
reactions from everyone, and though they knew that Captain Salt was excited to resume the
journey, none of them thought that it was for his own pig-headed desire to capture ouatos
or hebtuos. Indeed, Boglodore had informed them that there were no more hebtuos around
—that they were gone, presumably decimated to extinction by the awful kurays—but there
was at least hope of finding ouatos. “I know them kurays is a rare species,” said the
captain, “but I ain’t bringin’ none o’ them back.”
He explained to them what he knew about the vile and vicious creature, which he
had seen in Ma-Kra’s jungle hut. Since they were being open and honest with each other,
Tandy and Zipper admitted that they had encountered one at the deserted outpost, and that
it had killed a mother ouatos and two chicks. Everyone was somber at the realization, and
while they were comparing notes, Dorcas lumbered back up the mountain side to rejoin
them.
“So,” she said, once she was able to peer over the side railings again, “the doctor
says this ship can fly! That explains what it’s doing up here on a mountain top. Are you
stuck?”
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“All he wanted was one tenth of the kingdom… the jungles,” mused Tandy,
thinking about the old magician. Though not living in an enchanted fairyland, Boglodore
had managed to stop his aging, and for that Tandy was grateful. “He just wanted them to
keep their promise to him.”
“Who?” asked Sally, who stood with him at the prow, watching Dorcas lead the
ship across the desert. The giant wooden woman looked like a child holding a balloon, the
way she held onto the rigging ropes of the ship. Occasionally there was a tug and the ship
shifted, pulled by Dorcas when she turned slightly, but for the most part—with the flat
desert—it was smooth sailing.
“The nine Ozamandarins,” explained Tandy. He told her about Didjabo, Lotho,
Teebo and the others, and their connivances and subterfuges, and how—with the help of
Boglodore—he and the crew of the Crescent Moon overthrew them, and restored him to
the throne… albeit temporarily.
Sally thought for a moment after hearing the story. “About Boglodore,” she started.
“He doesn’t strike me as someone purely evil, or purely good. In fact, I’d say he was more
good than evil.”
“It’s a grey area, I know,” replied Tandy.
“I’ll choose to believe he’s good,” said the sea fairy, smiling. “Especially after what
he’s just done.”
Tandy laughed. “It wasn’t free! He made off with more than half our supplies!”
Sally shook her head and sighed. “Was that too much of a price to pay? I thought
we all agreed that it was nothing compared to what he was able to do for us all. Besides, I
think he’ll need them just as much as we do. Nothing grows out here.” She placed her
hands on her hips and looked scoldingly at Tandy. “I think he did it out of the kindness of
his heart. He’s definitely a good man. I know it.”
Whatever it was that the witch doctor had done to them, all eleven of the crew and
passengers—Captain Salt, Ato, Tandy, Roger, Nikobo, Arko, Orpa, Sally, Truella, Zipper,
and Bobo—were feeling hale and hearty, and the heat of the desert—though still intense
and uncomfortable—no longer incapacitated them.
The Crescent Moon was larger than Dorcas, by far. Despite that fact, she was still
an imposing figure as she led the ship across the flat, barren desert toward Big Enuf
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“Too bad they were the better years!” chortled Roger behind his wing to Zipper.
Both birds guffawed and nearly fell over laughing, but Bobo’s chagrin was tempered with
acceptance.
“I was enchanted. I was a goat. Went on an adventure with King Rinkitink and
Prince Inga. Was disenchanted. That’s it. The part of my life that I should have spent
learning how to sail, and how to get along with people… those years were stolen from me.”
“How long ago was that?” asked Orpa from the nearby tank.
“And how long were you enchanted?” added Arko, next to her.
Bobo shook his head. “Just about exactly a century ago, but people did not start
learning about it until almost a decade after it happened. I’ve since done my best to cover it
up, and stay out of people’s minds. I thought perhaps now was the time to go out and have
some new adventures, but I need to put away my past first.”
As Dorcas strolled leisurely across the desert with the enchanted former pirate ship
in tow, Bobo related to the passengers and crew his extraordinary adventures with Inga and
Rinkitink, and finished it up by noting that King Kaliko of the Nomes has long since been
an ally, and that he had a particularly bad toothache at the time, which influenced him to
act pretty badly.
“I wonder if it’s just Nome nature to be ornery,” asked Zipper, who admitted to
having experience dealing with the subterranean people. “Maybe he’s just a bad Nome
trying to be good.”
Bobo came to the Nome King’s defense. “Kaliko is actually a very, very good
Nome, who on occasion acted badly. While it may be in a Nome’s nature to be ornery,
contrary, or even argumentative, Kaliko’s true nature is good. The rulers of Pingaree and
Rinkitink have long since forgiven him that transgression, and gladly count him and his
people as staunch allies.”
“Until the next toothache,” muttered Roger to Zipper, while Nikobo groaned,
recalling bad memories of toothaches.
Night fell like a blessed blanket over the desert, and now, for the first time since
they set foot—or, rather, set keel—upon Tarara, the crew of the Crescent Moon could truly
enjoy the spectacular astronomy visible only in this part of the world. Unlike civilized,
industrialized nations and continents like America, Europe, or Asia, the mostly uncharted
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and undiscovered dimensions outside the great known world offered a spectacular view of
the heavens, unmarred by pollution or airplanes, or jammed with digital signals. Not even
in Oz were some of the constellations visible that now made themselves known to the
travelers. Though Captain Salt, Truella and Bobo turned in for the night, Ato had grown
accustomed to staying up when most others were asleep. Tandy, Sally, Arko and Orpa
spent the night with Nikobo in the tank. The hippopotamus enjoyed the quiet, uneventful
night and slept peacefully, but the four mer-folk—one temporarily enchanted, one sea
fairy, and two ichthyoids—marveled at the night sky, very much like an ocean in itself.
“I bet one of those stars is Anuther Planet,” suggested Tandy, his arms draped
around Sally. “Or, at least, the star that Anuther Planet revolves around.” Noting that Sally
was clueless about his statement, he clarified. “It’s where Anetty, King Randy of Regalia’s
wife, comes from. Remind me to tell you about her some day.”
“Tell me now,” said the sea fairy, though soon both of them were asleep, well
before Tandy could even begin to remember the details about the Silver Princess and her
adventures with Kabumpo and the Red Jinn.
Arko and Orpa fell asleep in the tank too, and with Roger asleep in the crow’s nest
and Zipper asleep in his nest of ropes, soon only Ato and Dorcas remained awake. All
conversations stopped, and with the exception of a few noises from the kitchen, all was
silent as a living masthead led the Crescent Moon over Tarara.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: OF NECESSARY EVILS
Morning brought with it the burning sun and its unforgiving heat that they all had
come to expect from the mysterious continent. True to her word, Dorcas had walked
through the night, and came to a stop roughly a mile from the oasis.
The crew could see that there were palm trees, large boulders, massive bushes, and
the glint of something wet in the midst of all the lush flora. No movement could be seen,
but Captain Salt was hesitant to send Zipper or Roger out to investigate.
Dorcas shook her massive head and sighed. “There’s nothing good to be found
there,” she said sadly. “All that green… it’s just an illusion. A trap. Do you know what
kurays are?”
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Captain Salt shuddered, remembering the filthy creature Ma’Kra had kept in a glass
cube, and the nasty one that Zipper and Tandy had killed. “Aye, lass. Yer sayin’ that there
be them nasty creatures down there?”
“That’s where they come from. That is their nest.”
The revelation was a shock to the crew, but none were as startled as the captain.
One of his duties—self-appointed, perhaps—as Royal Explorer was to procure and bring
back to Oz specimens of new creatures. The intent was to expand knowledge by learning
from the new creatures, and possibly to introduce them into an environment where they
would be happy and free for all time.
Captain Salt realized now that these creatures should only be in their native habitat,
and not introduced to a new one where they could potentially spread hatred and foulness.
Perhaps being in Oz could have a healing effect upon them. Perhaps they could have a
detrimental effect on Oz. But then he thought back on the words of Plotar, Inanna, Ma’Kra,
and Sheik Tazander; most especially the parting words of the witch doctor Boglodore.
From all reports, the kurays were responsible for the decimation and possible extinction of
the hebtuos, and though they had yet to encounter any live ouatos—other than the freshly
killed ones Tandy and Zipper found—there was still hope that the species of flying reptiles
could have eluded the kurays better than the ground-dwelling birds did.
“Everyone,” he called out to the assemblage on the deck. Ato and Truella were
below, in the kitchen, and Zipper and Roger had not yet returned, but he would make sure
to include them. “We need to have a meeting. I’ll not be runnin’ pell-mell into a mess. I
think I already done that, see? We’re here, and I need yer input… all o’ ya.”
The captain directed everyone to congregate around the tank, where Arko, Orpa,
Nikobo, Tandy and Sally already were. He gestured for Dorcas to come as near as she
could to the area, and that meant her head and shoulders towered down over them all,
casting a welcome shadow and respite from the glaring sunlight.
Bobo had helpfully run down to fetch Truella and Ato, so once they saw Roger and
Zipper winging it back to the ship, the captain felt he could begin with the birds’ report.
“The place is teeming with ’em!” announced Roger.
Zipper echoed with a “Boy, is it!”
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“They’re everywhere, like roaches all over a rotten apple!” Roger shook his
feathers out and coughed. “And they stink ! They’re most dense around the center. There’s
a bunch of bushes there.”
“They’re clustered around it,” continued the ork. “Like swarming ants.”
Dorcas was asked to elaborate on what she had said earlier, about the kurays
originating from this spot. She told them all what she had learned over the years from
hearsay and from personal experience. The kurays had first appeared about a decade ago.
Their name derived from the sound they made when they were not forming words. What
words they did speak were offensive and garbled, as if they were given the gift of speech,
but without the mental capacity to properly use it, and enough vile animosity toward all
things to properly abuse it. The vicious creatures spread out from the oasis and eventually
made it to all corners of Tarara. Some even made it into Ogowan, but Dorcas could not
report that their condition improved at all from being in a fairyland, and thus the wooden
woman herself was responsible for rounding up all the kurays and removing them from
Kojo’s kingdom.
In Dorcas’s wandering, she came across the oasis and discovered that the kurays
spread out from this very spot.
“Let’s kill them all,” suggested the giantess. Her face was pleasant, and her voice
steady as she said the damning words. “Let’s do the world a favor and eradicate them.”
Seeing the shock and trepidation of the others, the captain had to choose his words
carefully, since the majority of the assemblage was inexperienced with killing. “It appears
t’me,” he began slowly, “that we’ve got us an opportunity here.”
Tandy had followed the conversation attentively, and anticipated the captain’s
change of heart. He and Sally were sitting on the edge of the tank, in human form, their
legs in the water. The cabin boy stood, holding onto Sally’s hand. “We can wipe out the
kurays… if we can find out… er…” He faltered, not knowing what to say.
“Where exactly they’re coming from,” finished Ato, darkly. He and Truella had
accompanied Bobo back to the meeting. He, like all of them, was uncomfortable with the
situation. “We have to do it,” he added, adamantly.
“Is it ethical, though,” began Orpa, looking around at the worried faces.
“…to wipe out a species?” finished Arko.
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Sally picked up on the thread, adding, “Regardless of how vile and disgusting they
are?”
Dorcas continued. “This is the good deed I was talking about yesterday. The kurays
do nothing positive. They decimate other species—”
“Like the hebtuos,” suggested Bobo, helpfully.
“Yes, like the hebtuos,” agreed the wooden woman. “They pollute streams, but
thankfully they’re not dense enough to pollute the rivers. There aren’t many populated
areas, but they’ve been driven out of them for the most part. They don’t just spread out in
the desert, either. They stick to areas where they can find prey. I have seen them cross the
desert, but usually they seem to have a destination. They don’t really seem to wander. It’s
like they have some uncanny sense of direction; like they can smell prey almost hundreds
of miles away! If anything gets in their way, they’ll eat their way through it.”
“So, they decimate native species, right?” asked Nikobo. The hippopotamus had
been quiet up until this point, but she felt the need to contribute. “They eat all the creatures
they can victimize. They destroy the natural ecosystem, right? They stop life.”
“That’s about right,” agreed Dorcas sadly, her great wooden eyes looking
downward at the desert below them. “Augh!” She cried out suddenly. She raised her foot,
shook her leg, then stomped her foot again, cringing angrily as she did it. “Eight bells!”
“Look there!” said Zipper, craning his long neck over the railing of the ship. Down
below, they could see that Dorcas had just crushed two or three of the kurays that had
crawled up her wooden body while they stood there.
“Oh my goodness!” Truella, who had been leaning over the railing next to the ork,
pointed outward toward the desert, then ran her finger along a line down towards Dorcas’s
feet. While they had been speaking, a line of the vile creatures streamed out from the oasis
and came their way. “They’re like ants!”
Dorcas excused herself for a moment, and then did something that startled and
horrified all of them. She calmly walked toward the oasis, stomping kurays under her feet
the entire way, grinding them into the sand until she knew that they were completely dead,
leaving greasy, bloody, muddy smears in her wake. Once she reached the oasis, she kicked
a mass of sand toward it, scattering the gathering vermin, then scraped her feet on the sand
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as she returned. “There. That’ll buy us some time.” She brushed her wooden dress as if it
had gotten wrinkled, then added. “They must have smelled you all during the night.”
“Or the food in the hold,” muttered Ato grumpily, folding his arms over his chest.
“Was it Tazander or Plotar that said we could kill them… as much as we wanted?”
Captain Salt muttered. He thought back to Ma’Kra’s words, about how they were not
always the way they were now.
“Someone actually said that?” asked Ato, the blood draining from his face.
“Someone actually encourages the killing of these creatures?”
“You yourself said this needed to be done,” retorted Nikobo. The normally
complacent hippopotamus was getting angrier by the minute.
“This is really bothering you, isn’t it?” breathed Orpa, trying to hug the large beast.
Arko, on the other side, mimicked her move, putting his scaly green arm over the hippo’s
back.
“Let’s just say I know a little bit about deforestation and losing one’s natural
environment.” Nikobo harrumphed, sending water spraying from her nostrils. “You forget:
I wasn’t always able to talk. I wasn’t always able to think beyond finding food and
sleeping. Boglodore gave me those abilities, and took me away from my people, who were
being hunted and killed. Our habitat was being destroyed. Boglodore saved me, but I can
never go home. It’s gone.” She lowered her voice to a near-growl. “We need to do this.”
“What’s that?” Captain Salt was surprised. “Why, ’tis our mission to bring
civilization to the countries we colonize fer Ozma! That means cuttin’ down forests and…
oh…” Captain Salt stopped in mid-rant, realizing now, for the first time in nearly a century,
how misguided his mission was. The weight of the revelation fell upon his shoulders,
sending the tall man to his knees. “Oh, my! We’ve—we’ve been…”
“Subjugating people unwillingly to Ozma’s protection, whether they want it or not?
Pulling out the rugs from under their natural rulers? Making promises we can’t keep?” Ato,
nearly furious, tapped his foot on the deck. “ Now you see what Tandy and I have seen for
ages. Roger’s been planting flags in new ‘colonies,’ and you know what they do with those
flags? I don’t know either, but I can bet they don’t keep them flying.”
Captain Salt was at a loss for words, not knowing where that tirade had come from.
He paled, sputtering, “Well, now… see here…”
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could still feel her skin crawling from her close proximity to the dreaded kuray. The effect
was anything but pleasant.
“Listen very closely to what I am saying. Have any of you heard the word
parthenogenesis before? It occurs when something reproduces without a mate. It has been
known to happen even among my people.” The others looked at Sally as if she had entirely
lost her mind. “I assure you if just one kuray survives this could easily happen, especially
since the most loathsome of magic lies at the heart of this. Even though what we are
considering goes against all we may believe in, it must be done. It is a necessary evil.”
Without a single word of further dissention, plans were made for Dorcas to do the
majority of the work, stomping out as many of the vermin as she could. Nikobo insisted on
joining her, and soon the two large females were bashing their way toward the oasis,
eradicating a new line of kurays that had filed out toward them.
Bringing the ship a little nearer, Zipper flew Tandy, Bobo and Captain Salt down,
one at a time, to enter the oasis after Dorcas and Nikobo. Truella, Sally and Ato had helped
them prepare for the effort, insisting that they wear heavy boots, heavy pants, and thick
gloves, despite the heat. The old pirate ship yielded to them a trove of weapons that had
been long hidden in the bowels of the old barge. Each of them took with them a sword, two
pistols each on a belt, and an axe that they strapped on each other’s backs. Of course,
Zipper struggled with flying them down, but taking them one at a time on so short a
distance was something he was able to manage.
The ork and the Read Bird went along, too, acting as scouts, though Zipper
insisted that his strong feet could smash a kuray or two. It was Roger’s insistence the he
hold off that convinced the ork not to do it, since Roger reminded Zipper how he was so
grievously injured last time, from doing just that. They would keep to the trees and bushes,
and open clearings.
Sally, much to everyone’s surprise and appreciation, prepared a fire-bomb in the
ship’s kitchen with simple items from the pantry. Although it should have come as no
surprise—she was a sea fairy, after all, and versed in the ways of magic—the others still
felt uneasy about someone as sweet and gentle as Sally preparing something so angry and
destructive as a bomb. The concoction was placed in a bucket, sealed with wax.
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“After all,” argued Truella, mostly to herself, “you’re a sea fairy, right? Isn’t water
your element?” She grabbed a handful of straw that she had removed from a broom,
wrapped it with twine to create a torch, and found some long matches to provide the ork,
whom she addressed next. “You won’t have a fuse, so you can toss this torch into the
bucket once you’ve lit it.” She bit her bottom lip, tears springing up in her eyes. “You
promise me that you’ll be careful!”
As the two women and the ork conferred, the sea fairy nodded. “You must be
careful. This is something like Greek fire. I learned it from Queen Aquareine, who learned
it from Anko. It will spread, as long as it finds something combustible. Even water won’t
put it out. Get to the sand, because sand is the only substance that it won’t burn. Make sure
Dorcas is out of there too. We can’t burn our new friend!”
The details of the fire bomb were shared with the other members of the landing
party, and all were made aware of the dangers. Fire that burned underwater was sure to
cause a good deal of damage.
Arko and Orpa were the only ones with nothing to do, so they remained at the
bulwarks, looking down on the scene as it unfolded before their eyes. From their vantage
point, they could see Dorcas treading through the oasis, and occasionally could glimpse
Nikobo nearby—both lumbering through and presumably smashing as many of the kurays
as they could. From Roger and Zipper’s report that the oasis was swarming with them, the
two large ladies were in for a lengthy task.
Truella, Sally, and Ato, watching next to them, anxiously thought over the
preparations they had made—soothing poultices for wounds and gouges, bandages for cuts,
even clean clothes to change into, and tubs waiting for the laundry to be washed in.
The plan was the carry the fire bomb into the heart of the oasis, plant it in a focal
point for the kuray swarm, and evacuate in the time it would take for the bomb to be
detonated. Dorcas and Nikobo were already searching for the heart of the swarm, and once
they pointed it out to the others and cleared a path to it, they would then position
themselves on the perimeter of the oasis, to stomp out any fleeing kurays that survived the
initial blast.
Captain Salt, Tandy and Bobo were on the ground with their gear. Zipper and
Roger took to the air and flew over the oasis. “Remember: do not land anywhere unless
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you’re certain that it’s clear!” called Tandy out to the birds as they flew off. The ork
gingerly carried the bucket with Sally’s fire-bomb in one of his claws, ready to deposit it
once the location was secured. In another, he clutched the straw bundle and the matches.
The three men stood facing the oasis. They could see the massive wooden upper
torso of Dorcas as she smashed her way through the small area, occasionally bending down
to look under trees or boulders. They could hear Nikobo crying out in anger and frustration
as she, too, smashed through the area. It was likely that there were hundreds of the
creatures, though the only sign of them outside the oasis were the smashed and mangled
bodies that Dorcas had left in her wake.
“There,” Bobo pointed out, holding up his sword in the direction of the oasis. A
new line of the kurays was forming over the two lines that had already been smashed.
“Those creatures smell blood!”
“And they won’t give up, either!” noted Tandy, exasperated. “They’re heading
outward, but they’re eating their own dead!”
“Look, mates!” the captain announced. They turned their attentions quickly to see
that Dorcas was waving at them.
“I found it!” she shouted over the din of hissing and squishing.
A flutter of blue, green and red feathers suddenly erupted near her, from one of the
palm trees, and she was distracted by it. “A bird,” she commented, choosing to ignore it.
“It’s just a parrot! Not an ouatos!” she called out. “Ignore it. I found the central nest! We
can destroy it!”
Again, the parrot that she had disturbed fluttered around madly in the tree tops,
obviously distressed, but the men were too far away to make it out clearly.
“Maybe it’s an ouatos,” suggested the captain hopefully, disregarding what the
giantess had reported.
“It’s a parrot!” shouted Roger back to them, from another tree top. “I saw it earlier.
It doesn’t talk, though. Probably a mundane bird.”
Captain Salt, Tandy and Bobo began trudging forward into the bushes and trees.
“Keep Zipper in sight,” said Captain Salt, but none needed to be reminded that the ork
carried their greatest weapon.
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Carcasses of the smashed kurays littered the ground of the oasis, but the three men
still had to use their weapons on the vile creatures that had scattered behind boulders and
under the greenery. Their foul odor permeated the area, and they all wished that they had
worn some sort of breathing protection—at least a scarf to cover their faces. They dared not
reach into a pocket to find anything for that purpose, since the ichor and gore of the foul
creatures ran freely on their swords, and spattered their gloves and arms.
“We’ll burn the clothes,” muttered Bobo in distaste, his princely manner reasserting
itself in the tense situation. “I will not be guilty of smelling this foul for any longer than
necessary!”
A squawk above them in a palm tree alerted them to Roger’s presence, but when
they looked up, all they could see was a glimpse of colorful feathers dropping behind the
vast palm fronds.
“That didn’t sound like Roger,” observed Tandy, sparing a moment to search for
the Read Bird.
“No matter, boy,” ordered the captain as they forged onward through the bushes,
striking down kurays with their pistols and swords. Bobo had resorted to using his sword as
a scythe, and was clearing a path through which they could more quickly advance.
“Over here!” Towering above them was Dorcas, a concerned look displayed on her
wooden features. Sagging from her arms like a child holding a puppy, Nikobo lolled
helplessly, moaning. “I need to get her out of here. The smell has made her sick! You need
to hurry before it affects you, too. It’s right here.”
Surging forward through the flora, Bobo, Tandy and Captain Salt found themselves
in a sandy clearing smattered with the mangled remains of countless kurays—some dead,
some dying, and some eating the others. With his pistol, Bobo began picking off several of
the cannibalistic creatures. Tandy and Samuel advanced to Dorcas’s feet, where they could
see a flat stone had been knocked over and cracked, and something oblong was sticking out
of the ground.
With her massive wooden toe, Dorcas nudged the mysterious object. “This is where
they were swarming from. It must be their nest. I think there’s a hole in it. They were
coming out of it. I shoved it down so that they couldn’t get out as quickly. That’s what we
need to destroy! It could very well be the source of the dark magic Sally spoke of.” Hefting
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the heavy hippopotamus over a shoulder, Dorcas concluded, “I’m going back to the ship.
The poor thing’s going to be sick! Take care!”
“I’ll go with them, Captain!” added Roger, who had finally decided to show
himself. The Read Bird flew after the departing wooden giant.
The whirring propeller of the ork sounded nearby, reassuring them that their secret
weapon was at the ready.
Captain Salt, the most intrepid of the lot, strode forward through the carnage to the
object and the flat stone that lay partially over it. Having lived in an enchanted fairyland—
on a magical flying ship—for such a large part of his life, Samuel Salt had nearly forgotten
many of the things he had known before Lurline’s enchantment covered most of the
continent of Nonestica, and thus rendered him and his crew immortal, living charmed lives.
One of the things he had nearly forgotten was death, but having experienced it first-
hand, albeit with the foul kurays, the concept returned to him, and he knew the finality of
it. Seeing these objects skewed in the sand of the oasis, more memories came flooding back
to him.
“This be a coffin, boys,” he said in a low voice, whistling in surprise. “That be a
headstone.” He squinted at the flat stone, but it must have been exceptionally ancient, for
he could not make out the writing.
“Here, let me,” volunteered Tandy, peering in curiosity at the grave marker. He
read aloud, carefully, “‘Here lies… Gehanus Male… Maledictus, First and Premier’…” He
paused, shaking his head. “No, not that. Wrong word. ‘Foremost. First and Foremost. Do
not… Do not wake him. His sleep is… for the benefit… of all’.” He shrugged his
shoulders, acknowledging that the language on the stone was not the written word he was
familiar with. “I can read that. It’s Ot’Saman, or Aman. But that’s my native language. I
know those words.”
“Someone is asleep in there?” demanded Bobo, incredulous.
“I don’t think the word ‘sleep’ means the same thing to ye as it means to me,”
muttered Captain Salt, sneering in disgust. “What’s this, then?” He reached down and
picked up an item from the sand. “A ring?” The stone mounted on it was round, like a
pearl, but pitch black and crusty. The band was tarnished, too, but the captain stuffed it into
a coat pocket nonetheless without a second thought.
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Samuel looked up, having seen once again the flurry of colorful feathers from the
corner of his eye. “Zipper! That be ye? Come out in the open!”
Within moments the ork had flown to the clearing, and was hopping around on the
patchy grasses to avoid stepping in smashed kuray guts. In one claw he rigidly clutched the
bucket containing Sally’s explosive mixture, and did his utmost to keep it steady. “Ready!”
was all he announced, looking fretfully about himself.
Standing around anxiously, the four of them were at a loss for what to do. Now that
they were in the presence of what was likely the origin point of the kuray infestation, they
needed to decide how to eradicate it.
“The explosive needs to go inside that coffin.” Captain Salt’s face was white and
sweating, and his eyes showed a good deal of trepidation.
“Why would anyone put someone to sleep in a box under the ground, anyway?”
demanded Bobo, poking at the casket with his sword. Captain Salt used his own sword to
push Bobo’s aside, shaking his head sternly at him.
“’Tis something from before yer times boys,” said the captain mysteriously. “It’s
more’n sleep. Pull out yer axes. This can’t end well.”
Taking the lead, Captain Salt hefted the axe from his back and used it to shove the
box. Though the wood was ancient, it was remarkably preserved, presumably from the arid
sand of the desert, despite being in the heart of an oasis. The wood gave a bit under the
pressure of the axe, but the box only shifted somewhat. Dorcas had shoved it under the
sand fairly well, and the grains secured it tight. Though the box had been buried for so
long, wind and other elements had likely brought it to the surface long ago.
Using the axes, and by rocking the box side to side, they were able to inch it up out
of the ground, exposing the opening that Dorcas had warned them of. A rancid reek wafted
out from the hole, and the instant they saw it, a horde of smaller kurays swarmed from it
and out at them. Captain Salt did his best to cover the hole with his axe, but Tandy could
only stare in astonishment at the creatures that came out.
“Those are babies!” he gasped, snapping out of his surprise and smashing the
smaller creatures beneath his feet. They had vestigial plumage on their small bodies,
resembling the poor creatures that he had seen the kuray eating back at the deserted
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outpost. Putting the pieces together, Tandy gasped aloud. “Those are ouatos. Or hebtuos!
Those are the creatures we’re searching for!”
“Impossible, lad!” shouted Captain Salt, still holding the broad side of his axe
against the hole and smashing infant kurays with his heavy boots. “Those are them kurays
what Ma’Kra showed me; what you and Zipper killed back at the outpost.” He recalled
once again Ma’Kra’s words, that the kurays were not always like they were now.
“Perhaps…”
“But look at them! Zipper! Look!”
The ork, who had swiftly jumped up and was hovering nearby, shared Tandy’s
confusion. Indeed, the smallest of the creatures looked exactly like the mother and babies
that the kuray was eating. Some of the creatures were larger, older than the rest, and though
they still had feathers, those were few and far between, and the biggest ones had no
feathers at all. The life cycle of the kuray was immediately clear to everyone. The creatures
were befouled hebtuos or ouatos, poisoned by whatever it was inside the coffin.
Thinking lightning fast and matching his words to his thoughts, Tandy cried out,
“The creeping birds, the flying reptiles. They laid their eggs in there. They like to lay their
eggs in dark spots in the ground. The sleeper, Maledictus… poisoned them. Defiled them!
That’s what happened to the species. They evolved, and they killed off whatever remnants
of the old species were left. That’s it!”
Ignoring Tandy’s rant, Captain Salt strained to hold the axe in place from the
onslaught of tiny creatures within the coffin struggling to get out. The smallest ones were
able to squeeze past, but their fate met them as soon as they touched open ground.
“Ork!” screamed Captain Salt. “Bucket! Now!”
Zipper hovered as close as he dared to the upturned coffin, holding out the bucket.
It was Bobo who grabbed it, and held it ready.
“Stand back,” ordered the captain to the prince. He gestured to Tandy, who stood
ready. “Chop that hole open as soon as I move me axe out of the way. You,” he ordered
Bobo, “shove that bucket in there best as ye can. Zipper,” he said to the hovering ork, “get
that match and a torch ready. Soon as we’re out of the way, you toss the fire in there.”
Zipper carefully held the makeshift torch and the matches in two of his four claws.
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they kept running. All three of them tossed the axes aside, as they were ruined by the gore
from hundreds of slaughtered kurays.
Suddenly, with a loud squawk that startled them enough that they dropped more of
their weapons, the mysterious bird they had glimpsed earlier sailed out of the oasis,
following them at breakneck speed as they ran toward the ship. Looking up, Captain Salt
recognized it as a parrot, a brilliantly plumed bird with a red body, white face, black and
white beak, and wings streaked with orange, yellow and bright blue. It dashed out into the
desert toward Dorcas and the ship, leaving the three men behind.
As planned, Sally’s concoction spread outward from the epicenter of the blast,
immolating trees, bushes, and anything in its path, decimating the kurays that scrambled
about, stunned or smashed. Within the span of fifteen minutes, the entire oasis was
embroiled in a blaze that rivaled the heat of the sun beating down on them. The ship and
the wooden woman were far enough out in the desert to be safe from the conflagration, but
none of them could see Zipper, who had been pushed by the blast in the opposite direction.
The parrot had reached the ship already, and had flown to the riggings, where it tangled
itself in the ropes, struggling to pull its wings back toward its sides, and disappearing from
their sight aboard the Crescent Moon.
The three men slowed to a walk as they left the burning bushes and trees behind
them. The crackling of the fire was joined by the crashing of trees as they fell, and a
massive cloud of black smoke rose skyward. The welcome whirr of Zipper’s tail alerted
them that their companion had survived the explosion, and when they looked up, they
could see the ork using up the last of his strength to fly back to the ship.
Panting, Tandy fell to the sand and turned around, facing the blazing oasis. As palm
trees fell, they sent up crackling plumes of flame, and the screams of dying kurays still
pierced the roar of the inferno.
Captain Salt and Bobo fell to the sand next to him, panting and sweating. Bobo was
gagging at the rancid smell that came from their clothes and weapons.
“You realize,” started Tandy, tossing his remaining sword away from him into the
sand. He sighed, then pulled off his shirt and threw it in the same direction. He repeated,
“You realize, don’t you, that we’ll have to… er…”
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“Strip,” groaned Bobo miserably. He fell backward onto the sand, writhing as if in
agony. “As if my dignity hadn’t suffered enough!”
Silently, Captain Salt kicked off his boots and threw them out into the sand toward
the oasis. Removing the blackened ring from the coat pocket, he kicked the last of his
garments away. Resignedly, all three of them followed suit until they retained nothing but
their undershorts. The sand of the desert burned against the skin of their feet, but for the
two sailors whose feet were tough and worn from years aboard the ship, the discomfort was
minimal. For Bobo, however, it was sheer agony. The prince cried out in pain with each
step, and soon their dignity had to take another dip as Tandy and the captain were forced to
take each a side, and allow the prince to lean on them for support. To add to the effort, they
had to practically carry Bobo, who danced about on the sand miserably, cringing with each
footfall.
The rope ladder that led upward to the ship was a welcome sight, but none of them
could muster the strength to climb it. Thankfully, Dorcas was easily able to lift them all up
to the deck, where they made all haste to get to their cabins before their dignities could
suffer any further blows.
Before Captain Salt shut the door on his cabin, he managed to croak an order to
Ato, who dutifully took the wheel. “Sail! Get us away from here. On to Ogowan. I don’t
want to see another grain of sand when I come out of this cabin!”
The basins for washing the soiled clothes went unused, though Sally made sure to
follow Tandy to his quarters to make sure he got clean.
CHAPTER TWELVE:
The Crescent Moon sailed across the northern Ama desert uneventfully for several
days, with Dorcas trudging silently ahead of it, leading it by the anchor chain like a pet.
Captain Salt made good on his word, though he did come out of his cabin after a day, if
only to have meals, greet the others, and find out about the parrot that had escaped the oasis
on the ship.
The bird was beside itself with joy, though its vocabulary seemed to be fairly
limited. It kept screeching joyously, and the captain seemed to take a liking to it. On the
few occasions he would deign to say much, he commented, “A parrot be the perfect bird
for a pirate captain!” which upset Roger to no end, and the Read Bird refused to come
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“Release me from my slumber,” a voice hissed in his dream. The gaudily colored
parrot would invariably appear right at that time, and startle the dreamer into waking.
Tandy looked about himself, seeing the sea fairy, two mer-folk, and hippopotamus
peacefully sleeping in the tank with him. Sighing, he flapped his temporary tail and stirred
the water, eventually falling back to sleep.
Big Enuf Mountain emerged finally from the horizon, and truly lived up to its
name. Dorcas easily trekked over its northern slope, ascending no higher than halfway up,
dragging the flying ship along behind her. After the mountain, she led the Crescent Moon
through what she informed them was the Black Forest, and then out into the kingdom of
Ogowan, where finally things had brightened up a great deal, reminding all the travelers of
the home countries that they had departed so long ago.
The colors were vibrant everywhere. Green lawns surrounded happy homes.
Children played in fields, on trees, and with animals. Merchants peddled their colorful
wares to happy locals who looked up and cheered to see their old friend Dorcas leading a
flying ship toward King Kojo’s castle on the coast.
They passed through towns and villages, each one the same as the other, with happy
locals gladly greeting the giant wooden woman and the ship she led on a chain.
At the palace, the visitors and returning Dorcas were greeted by the wooden
woman’s old friends.
“Eight bells!” Dorcas made a grand effort to appear cheerful, but her spirit had also
suffered a great blow from the traumatic experience in the desert. She forced a smile upon
her wooden features as her old friends Ketch the jester and Pogo the page erupted out onto
the balcony. She tugged the Crescent Moon gently near, so that the passengers and crew
could meet the jolly old king himself. Presently, led by the great wise dog, Kojo himself
emerged onto the balcony, followed by a small army of castle staff and courtiers.
“Ha ha ha! Dorcas, my dear! I knew the magic lantern had to be mistaken!” The
rotund monarch of Ogowan mopped the sweat off his brow and smiled genially up at his
old friend. “How could there be danger, with you here?” He waved at his page, Pogo, who
ducked into the castle and emerged with a glowing lantern.
“See? Even now, the glow is dim. That means that whatever danger there was, it’s
passing!” The boy who held the lantern looked dubiously at it, then smiled hopefully at the
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wooden giant. “It’s been glowing for days now, and at one point it was really bright. That
was a couple of days ago. Now it’s just a dull glow. Hopefully it’ll go dark, and everything
will be all right.”
“My friends,” Dorcas interjected, gesturing to the crew and passengers lined up
along the bulwarks of the ship as it floated in mid-air near the balcony. “Allow me to
introduce Sir Samuel Salt, captain of the Crescent Moon, Royal Explorer of Oz, with his
intrepid crew, and most honored passengers.”
Kojo’s attention turned to the majestic flying ship that Dorcas had towed in with
her, and laughed happily. “Why, so it is! Welcome! Welcome to Ogowan!”
Introductions were exchanged; Ato, Nikobo, Tandy, Roger, Sally, Arko, Orpa,
Truella, Zipper and Bobo met the king, Ketch the jester, Pogo the page, the Wise Dog—
who wagged his tail and lolled his tongue—and the other inhabitants of King Kojo’s castle.
The only ones not in attendance were Captain Salt and Polly the parrot, so Tandy dashed to
the captain’s cabin and rapped on the door to let the captain know his presence was
required.
Captain Salt, the parrot on his shoulder, came out of his cabin dressed in his finest,
his black tri-corner hat on his head with two bright feathers on each side, his great-coat
clean and bright, snappy leather boots, and a red sash around his vest. On his outstretched
hand perched Polly, chattering lowly and darting her eyes around at everyone.
“This is the captain!” said Dorcas with a smile, gesturing at the brilliantly-hued
duo.
The captain strode to the bulwark, where he stood between Ato and Bobo, and
nodded imperiously at King Kojo and his court. “Pleasure t’be here, yer majesty,” he
rumbled, a stern look upon his face. He bowed, at which the parrot flapped her brilliantly
colored wings to steady herself on Captain Salt’s gloved finger. “This be Polly, freshly
rescued from the desert.”
The Wise Dog of Ogowan growled low, baring his teeth. The hair on his back rose
up as he arched it. The magic lantern Pogo held in his hands glowed a bright red, tinting the
page and the others on the balcony with its crimson hue.
His eyes bulging, Pogo thought quickly and ducked inside the castle, hiding the
lantern from view before anyone could ask for an explanation. Silent glances were passed
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kitchen. “Dorcas, dear,” he called out to the wooden giant, “would you kindly take the ship
around to the back, to the kitchen entrance? I’ve sent Ketch and Pogo to have two carts of
fruit, vegetables, bread and roasts ready as soon as possible.” To Ato, he called out, “I
presume you have storage? You can store cooked meat?”
“Meat?” Captain Salt echoed, glad his old friend had interjected.
“Definitely! Thank you, your majesty!” Ato laughed, waving at the king and his
courtiers. Already Dorcas was pulling the ship behind her away from the balcony.
The Wise Dog’s ire settled, and he wagged his tail once again as the giant wooden
woman pulled the ship from their sight.
“It’s the captain of that ship, isn’t it, boy?” asked Kojo to the dog. He knelt down
on the balcony and scratched the dog’s head. “The others seem all right. Especially their
cook. Nice fellow, eh?” He shuddered. “Something about that captain, though…”
The Wise Dog licked Kojo’s chin in agreement.
Arko and Orpa, seated upon Nikobo’s back, joined the hippopotamus as she went
back to the tank. Truella, Ato, and Sally went down to the kitchen and hold to make room,
and Captain Salt and the parrot returned to the captain’s cabin. Tandy, Roger, Bobo and
Zipper remained on deck. The four of them could easily handle two carts of provisions, and
were ready to be of use. They waited with the mer-folk and Nikobo by the tank.
“Something’s going on,” muttered Bobo to Tandy and the two birds once the others
had gone about their business. He looked over to see Tandy sketching in a large notebook
that he had failed to notice before. “Are you drawing?” He came close to the former king of
Ot’Sama and peered at the paper. “That’s good. But how come I’ve never seen you draw in
here before?”
Tandy turned a melancholy gaze to Arko, Orpa, Nikobo, Zipper, Roger and Bobo.
“Something is going on. Something’s wrong with the captain. It’s that bird.” He flipped the
pages in his notebook to a blank sheet and began drawing. His hand was amazingly steady,
given the tilting and rocking of the ship as it flew, and Bobo was able to see a picture of
Captain Salt emerge on the paper, with the parrot perched on his hand. Tandy’s eyes
narrowed as his hand flashed across the paper, and by the time Dorcas had brought them to
the castle’s rear entrance, the picture had been fully sketched.
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“Polly’s the cause of this; I know it.” Tandy snapped the sketchbook shut and
handed it to Roger, who snapped his beak upon it and flew it up to the crow’s nest, where it
had apparently been stored. Answering Bobo’s question, he said, “Yes, I’m drawing. I’ve
drawn everything that’s been going on. Well, almost everything. Some things I can’t
draw… won’t draw.”
“Like your dreams?” asked Sally, who had quietly come up behind him from below
deck. Tandy raised his eyebrows in surprise, but the sea fairy explained. “I know you’ve
had nightmares ever since the oasis.”
“I’ve had them, too,” muttered Bobo, casting his eyes downward.
“Me, too,” croaked Zipper, hanging his head. “The coffin… a hand…”
A giant wooden hand appeared on the deck, holding a small-sized wooden cart. She
deposited it on the deck. “The cook says he needs the cart back, so please go ahead and
unload it.” She smiled hopefully at the creatures on the ship. “I like you folks. I’m going to
miss you. Are we friends? I hope I can see you again.”
Sally jumped up and clapped her hands. “Oh, yes! Dorcas, we’re so glad you’re our
friend!” Arko, Orpa, Nikobo and the others echoed the sentiment; even Bobo nodded and
smiled.
“We’d have been lost without you. Or worse!” the prince of Boboland called out,
bowing.
“We can swim out here to visit you on our own,” said Arko, leaning up on the edge
of the tank. “We’ll bring lots of friends!”
“It’ll take a while, but we love long trips,” added Orpa, next to her mate.
“And we can tag along with the whales or dolphins, who are always traveling
around the world. It’ll be fun!” The merman smiled, glad to know they were welcome back
in the small kingdom on the coast of Tarara.
“We’ll come back, Dorcas,” promised Tandy. “At least, I will. And Sally?” He
looked at the sea fairy, who nodded excitedly.
Dorcas’s wooden face turned dark, and her smile faded. “Don’t bring the bird,” she
whispered. Her voice, normally loud, was so quiet that they could barely hear it. Her
whisper was like the wind blowing between trees in an ancient forest; barely audible. “And
help the captain.”
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Bobo, Zipper, Tandy and Roger unloaded the cart quickly, stacking boxes, crates,
jars, barrels and sacks on the deck as neat as they could. There were at least ten sacks of
potatoes, at which Tandy and Roger groaned, but they gratefully accepted the gifts. After
they unloaded the first cart-ful of provisions, Dorcas lifted it down to the ground. Within
moments, she carried the same cart up again. This time, it was loaded with waxcloth-
wrapped bundles that smelled temptingly of roasts, along with several more sacks of fruits
and vegetables. The crew made short work of the load, and soon Dorcas retrieved the
empty cart.
Dorcas faltered, not knowing what to say to her newfound friends. “Take care of
yourselves,” she choked, her bottom lip trembling. “I’ll miss you all. Please say goodbye to
Captain Salt for me. The captain was nice, before… well, he was nice.” She pointed to the
ocean back on the other side of the castle. “There’s the way home. Sail due east. You’ll
find your way, won’t you?” As she spoke, the living figurehead dragged the floating ship
out over the water and into the bay. “This is the Rolantic. Beyond that is the Nonentic. I
suppose the Nonestic is beyond that. Be well.”
Tandy stood at the wheel, pressing and twisting a series of knobs that gently took
the ship down to the water. Bobo, Zipper and Sally began carrying the provisions down to
the kitchen, and were joined by Ato and Truella, who waved their goodbyes to the wooden
giant. “Goodbye, Dorcas. You are a good friend.” Ato leaned over the deck as far as he
could, waving. “I hope we’ll see you again someday!”
The Crescent Moon touched down on the gently heaving waters of the Rolantic
Ocean, their long, arduous flight over Tarara finally at an end. A strong wind filled the
sails, and with the help of the enchanted ship, they were soon moving at a steady pace
toward the eastern horizon.
One look back showed them Dorcas half-submerged in the water off the coast,
waving at them as they left.
“Ozma can help him,” said Ato to Tandy, even though he was not involved in the
earlier conversation. He could not help but notice the change in his old friend’s attitude.
“Whatever’s got Sammy down, I’m sure she’ll make things right.”
“I think we’ll all need some help,” muttered Tandy as he steadily held the wheel.
He looked to the captain’s cabin and sighed.
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“Home,” muttered Bobo, a large bundle of potatoes in his arms. He was carrying it
below deck to deposit in the hold. “I can’t wait to get home.”