spell. Taking a deep breath, Pharaun began his incantation.
Quenthel must have seen the unease in his eyes, for she drew her whip. Beside her, Jeggred absently picked at the deck's caulking with a claw, scratching out chunks of black, congealed blood.
Extending the finger on which he wore his magical signet ring, Pharaun touched the demon between the eyes. The ring flashed a bright silver as the symbol of Sorcere activated, lending its power to the spell.
As the dispelling took effect, a shudder ran through the de-mon's body. Pharaun jerked his hand back. Quenthel and Jeggred also tensed, but for several long moments, nothing happened. The only sounds were the muted splash of water against the dome that still held the elements at bay and the faint, curious hissing of the whip vipers.
Sighing, Pharaun shook his head. The dispelling had failed.
"Try again," Quenthel ordered.
"Repeating the spell won't help," Pharaun told her as he stepped forward to inspect the demon more closely. "The mage who froze the demon in time must have been an extremely powerful - "
He'd half turned as he answered Quenthel, but out of the cor-ner of his eye he saw the demon blink - and that was what saved him. With a shriek of centuries of pent-up rage, the demon leaped forward, claws lashing at Pharaun's throat. Pharaun threw himself backward, but his boots were still stuck to the deck. He crashed onto his back, banging his head. Blinking away stars, he managed to focus his eyes just in time to see the demon at the apex of a full-out leap. Still confused from the blow to his head, Pharaun wondered why he was moving away from the demon, then realized that his fall hadjerked his feet our of his boots; he was sliding rapidly down the slop-ing deck. In that same instant, the demon jerked to a stop in mid-air, then crashed facefirst into the deck on the spot where Pharaun had just been lying.
Groggily, Pharaun realized that the chain around its ankle had tripped it.
He also realized that he was still sliding down the tilting deck. He slapped sticky hands down onto the boards, jerking himself to a halt just before he hit the edge of his dome of force. Meanwhile the demon leaped to its feet and fell upon the slender chain that held its ankle, gnashing at it with yellowed teeth.
Quenthel backed up a pace, her whip held at the ready and an undecided look on her face. Then she gave a grim chuckle.
The demon gave up gnawing on the chain to glare at her.
"You dare laugh?" it said in a voice that squeaked like twisting chains, its tiny red eyes bulging. "I will feed you to the maw."
Pharaun sat up, rubbing a tender spot on the back of his head.
"That's just what we'd like to talk to you about," he told the de-mon. "The ship's mouth. Tell us where - "
He never got the chance to finish. Jeggred, hackles raised by the insult to his mistress, chose that moment to leap forward. Howling with rage, he raked the demon with his fighting hands, tearing deep slashes in its chest and thighs.
Pharaun sprang to his bare feet - which, thankfully, were still sticky from his earlier spell.
"Jeggred, stop!" he shouted. "That's what it wants!"
Already he could see what the demon was doing - it fell back under Jeggred's attack in a move that left its bound leg exposed. The demon could neither harm nor remove the chain that bound its ankle itself, but if a careless swipe of Jeggred's claws did the job. . . .
Quenthel, for once, thought quickly. She lashed out with her whip - not at the demon, which was probably immune to her ser-pents' poison - but at Jeggred, instead. Her vipers snapped a hand's breath over his bare back, splattering his mane with their venom.
"Jeggred!" she shouted. "Leave him."
The draegloth glanced back over his shoulder, suddenly aware that his mistress was angry. Instantly he cowered on the deck, ignor-ing the raking kick the demon gave him.
Foiled in its escape bid, the demon hunkered down, whiskers twitching.
Pharaun clambered up the steeply sloping deck.
"Now then, demon," the Master of Sorcere said, "to get back to my question about the ship's mouth. I want to know where it is and what we need to feed it to get this ship going. You're going to sail us out of this whirlpool and into the Plane of Shadow."