IX | Between Two Worlds
By the time the lanterns of the search boats began moving past in the inky dark, they were as ready as they could be: Shekalane having prepared for them a thick bed of furs amidst the mushrooms and Dravidian having fortified and booby-trapped the cave mouth with all manner of spiked weaponry. They watched by candlelight as the questing boats sent up flares, which shot toward the stalactites and exploded like fireworks ... before trailing down, white-hot and sputtering.
Dravidian said, “They are free to move about in a way they never could have in Styx Flumen. One dragger would have been the end of them.”
Shekalane shook her head almost wistfully. “A dragger ... a great ship, powered by slaves.” She gazed at the stalactites, which shown in stark relief by the hars
