said. Then, "Do you have knowledge of this ship?"
Valas quickly shook his head and backed it up with an em-phatic sign.
No. I was told that the aboleth knew of such a ship, so I came here to learn if it was real or rumor.
"Where are you from?" the aboleth asked. "How did you come here?"
Valas considered how to answer that. Was the aboleth trying to find out whether he had come to Lake Thoroot alone - or was it weighing the potential information stored in Valas's mind, prior to devouring him? He tried to think of an answer that wouldn't make him sound like an appealing snack, at the same time sizing up his chances of escape. The fact that he was in a cage - that the aboleth hadn't consumed him immediately - was promising. Valas thought that perhaps he was being saved for some other aboleth, one with more "privilege."
At least, that's what he hoped was true, if the aboleth left to report the results of its initial questioning to its superior, Valas could use the star-shaped amulet that was still pinned to his shirt to escape.
I am from Menzoberranzan,Valas signed.I am a soldier in service to one of the Houses of that city. The matron mother used her magic to send me here, to inquire about the demon ship. Shortly she will use that same magic to summon me home again.
Thus explaining my impending disappearance from the cage, Valas thought. And, hopefully, causing the aboleth to think that any search for me will be futile.
Once again, he noticed that his nostril had filled with mucus, and he blew it out. He scrubbed his face furiously with a sleeve, but it only served to spread the tentacle slime across his face. Growing worried, Valas stopped scrubbing. The image of the drow-thing that had been herding the jellyfish loomed large in his mind. Was his left ear tingling? He resisted the urge to reach up and touch it, fearful that it might already be melting away.
"You will not return to your city," the aboleth said.
Valas shuddered, fighting down the sick feeling that filled his stomach.
Am I to be made a slave? Does your city have no matron mother - no ruler whom I can appeal to?
A ripple passed through the aboleth's body. Valas wondered wheth-er it was a sign of annoyance or pleasure.
"It has been many flows since Oothoon met with one of the dry folk. You are merely a servant among your people and do not war-rant her attention. As for your question, you are a slave to Oothoon already. When your transformation is complete, you will begin to serve her."
This time, Valas did touch his ear. Its tip was still pointed, but it was definitely tingling, as was the left side of his face, and his left hand and wrist. The fingers of that hand felt sticky. Trying to spread them, he found that his forefinger was starting to fuse with the one beside it, and the little finger with the finger beside it. A web of gray-ish skin was growing between the two malformed digits and was already up to the first knuckle.
How long will the transformation take?he asked, his left hand already clumsy.
"No longer than threeboorms," the aboleth said. "When it is finished, I will return to release you."
With a powerful flick of its tail, it swam away.
Valas had no idea how long a"boorm" was.It might be as long as one cycle of Narbondel - in which case, he still might have time to make it back to the others if Pharaun's spell didn't run out first. Or, for all he knew, aboorm might be as short as a heartbeat. Glancing at his left hand, he shuddered. The sooner he started back, the better. The aboleth was swimming strongly back toward the city, no longer looking at him.
Valas touched the nine-pointed star on his chest and felt the familiar wrench of its magic. He found himself standing in the spot he'd chosen - a good hundred paces away - but the cage had been transported there with him. Itlanded on a fresh patch of kelp, rais-ing a knee-high cloud of dirt and scattering a school of tiny, fright-ened fish.
Had part or his body touched the cage - was that why it had slid sideways between the dimensions with him? The cage was far too heavy to have been included in the talisman's magic, but it was the only explanation Valas could think of.
Sculling, he positioned