Crossing the Kinglink

And true to Lakhyna’s prognosis, the situation did not improve. In fact, it got worse—much worse. Not only did the ferocity of the storm intensify tenfold, causing Pors’tannli to list dramatically, but also, there was an acute disturbance in the sferdusha. Having already experienced a similar event the morning after leaving Ruffingham, Naznoak recognized it at once. The hair on his nape stood at attention as he recalled the otherworldly entities presumed responsible for that occasion. Unfortunately, the chaotic weather made no allowance for deeper reflection. Keeping one’s footing was a challenge, to say the least, and howling wind thrashed the caravel with freezing rain. Lakhyna clung desperately to a bedpost and could do naught but watch in terror as a layer of ice accumulated on the cabin windows. Propelled by the ship’s continuous rise and fall over the massive waves, the ceiling lanterns swung back and forth like clock pendulums. The woody groans of the hull were terrible, it sounded like the caravel would tear apart at any moment.

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