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cutting stone, swiftly and easily. Ask this Malolo chief here how I cut my way into his stronghold.” And the prince’s hand touched the hilt of the Sword he wore.

      â€śIndeed.” The mermaid flirted for a moment completely beneath the surface, and up again, much as a wholly human swimmer might have done.

      Then, facing the prince again, she asked: “You want Farslayer to deal with your enemies, do you?”

      â€śYes. Especially I want to keep them from getting it. And they are your enemies as well, whether you know it or not. Chief among them is the wizard who held Black Pearl in thrall when she was far upstream.”

      â€śVery well. I know where the Sword Farslayer is now, and I will tell you.”

      For a moment there was silence, the people in both boats questioning whether they had heard her words aright. Then everyone burst out with questions.

      The mermaid hushed them all with a small raised hand. “I know where it is because I saw the demon hide it, yesterday. I think he may have taken it from Black Pearl, though I don’t know where she got it—but I did see the demon with a Sword. He hid it hastily. He knew that I was watching him, and he would have killed me, too. Except that there was something else he wanted to do, something he thought even more important than killing me to keep me quiet.”

      â€śWhat else?”

      Soft Ripple looked at Prince Mark. “He wanted to go to you. You were sitting in a boat, a boat smaller than either of these, out near the middle of the river, with some of these same people with you. So desperate was the demon to confront you that he would not even pause to kill me first. Someday perhaps he will return and find me and kill me—but I will first tell you where the Sword is hidden.”

      â€śWhere?”

      â€śRight where he put it. Far underwater, in the deepest channel, not far from Magicians’ Island.”

      â€śTake me to that Sword now. If you help me to get it, I swear by Ardneh I’ll do my best to see that every mermaid in this river is given her legs again. I do not think that is impossible.”

      Soft Ripple looked at the prince in silence. Then she said, “Follow me,” and turned and swam away.

      Black Pearl’s body had already been hoisted aboard one of the boats, and decently covered with a canvas sail.

* * *

      Soft Ripple stopped, swimming in place, at a spot where the current was swift, within twenty meters or so of Magicians’ Island. The oarsmen in both boats worked steadily to hold their craft beside her.

      She said: “The Sword you seek is approximately straight below me. If any of you have the strength of a demon, and can swim like a mermaid, come down with me, and move away the rock the demon placed atop his prize to hold it safe. That rock is more than I, or a hundred like me, could move a centimeter.”

      Bonar was ready in a moment with the beginning of a plan to move the rock with ropes and many boats, and the help of other mermaids.

      Mark instead unsheathed the Sword he was wearing at his belt.

      Zoltan had by now recovered a little from the first shock of Black Pearl’s death. “Give Stonecutter to me,” he told his uncle, “and I’ll dive with Soft Ripple, and cut up the rock. I’m a strong swimmer.”

      Mark, looking at him, thought that Zoltan at this moment was also somewhat reckless of his own life. “No,” said Mark.

      â€śWhy not? Cutting the stone will be easy.”

      The mermaid was almost laughing at both of them. “No, you stay in the boat. All of you. Please, or I will have to pull you up out of the water as well. The Sword you want to find lies much too deep, and the current down there is far too swift and cold for anyone with legs to swim in it.”

      Then she held out her hands to Mark for Stonecutter. “Give me the Sword you wear, and I will dive alone and get the other one for you. If I can chop the boulder into little bits as easily as he says, then the rest will be easy, too.”

      Mark hesitated just noticeably. But then he handed over the Sword of Siege.

      The mermaid smiled at him, and let Stonecutter’s weight bear her down below the surface.

      Time passed, slowly and intensely. The boats maintained their positions. Mark wished that he had started counting, and wondered if anyone else had. So far, he thought, no more time had passed than a skillful, breathing human diver might require to maintain herself underwater. Or not much more—

      Suddenly the water erupted, revealing the head and shoulders and arms of Soft Ripple. She was tailing water strongly in the swift current, keeping herself in position to hold up a naked, gleaming Sword. On her two raised hands the mermaid offered the weapon up to Mark.

      He took it from her carefully and turned the hilt to see its symbol. The Sword was Stonecutter.

      Soft Ripple said: “The other one is free now. But I can carry only one up to the surface at a time.”

      With a flick of her tail, she dove again.

      Almost absently Mark wiped dry the Sword of Siege upon his sleeve, and slowly he resheathed it. Everyone was watching the water once again, and again some were counting silently.

      Ben suddenly snarled out an oath and pointed. The mermaid had reappeared, holding another Sword. But this time she was at the distance of the Isle of Magicians, where she had leaped out of the water almost like a seal, to sit upon a low, wet rock.

      She waved across the water with the Sword, offering a mocking greeting to the people in the boats.

      â€śRow! Get us over there!” the prince commanded. Oars clashed and labored. But boats were slow and clumsy, and they were not going to catch a mermaid in the water.

      In fact it appeared that

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