VIII | Treasure Cove
“Dravidian,” said Shekalane after he had rowed them skillfully into the blackened grotto (and she had taken advantage of the dark to re-don her green garments). “Do we dare to use the lanterns? How close do you think they are?”
“I spied the lights of their boats before we entered the cave,” he said. “Very small in the distance. I think we have time.”
He activated the bow lantern, and there beyond the gondola’s blade–like ferro lay a veritable treasure trove of Jamais’ surplus wares: chests heaped with silver and gold and pearl necklaces, sacks spilled over with rubies and sapphires, chalices and decanters of a hundred varieties, furs and pelts and exotic textiles stacked like cordwood and draped from oversized vases, crates of full of ornamental candles, of incense
