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The creatures hissed and opened red mouths in agony and rage while their thick, black blood sank into the waters of the river. Although from the legs upward they were only slightly larger than a tall, well-built man, they had more vitality than any human and the deepest cuts hardly seemed to affect them, even when administered by Stormbringer. Elric was astonished at this resistance to the sword's power. Often a nick was enough for the sword to draw a man's soul from him. These things seemed immune. Perhaps they had no souls....
He fought on, his hatred giving him strength.
But elsewhere on the ship the sailors were being routed. Rails were torn off and the great clubs crushed planks and brought down more rigging. The savages were intent on destroying the ship as well as the crew. And there was little doubt, now, that they would be successful.
Avan shouted to Elric. "By the names of all the gods, Prince Elric, can you not summon some further sorcery? We are doomed else! "
Elric knew Avan spoke truth. All around him the ship was being gradually pulled apart by the hissing reptilian creatures. Most of them had sustained horrible wounds from the defenders, but only one or two had collapsed. Elric began to suspect that they did, in fact, fight supernatural enemies.
He backed away and sought shelter beneath a half-crushed doorway as he tried to concentrate on a method of calling upon supernatural aid.
He was panting with exhaustion and he clung to a beam as the ship rocked back and forth in the water. He fought to clear his head.
And then the incantation came to him. He was not sure if it was appropriate, but it was the only one he could recall. His ancestors had made pacts, thousands of years before, with all the elementals who controlled the animal world. In the past he had summoned help from various of these spirits but never from the one he now sought to call. From his mouth began to issue the ancient, beautiful, and convoluted words of Melnibonи's High Speech.
"King with Wings! Lord of all that work and are not seen, upon whose labors all else depends! Nnuuurrrr'c'c of the Insect Folk, I summon thee! "
Save for the motion of the ship, Elric ceased to be aware of all else happening around him. The sounds of the fight dimmed and were heard no more as he sent his voice out beyond his plane of the Earth into another-the plane dominated by King Nnuuurrrr'c'c of the Insects, paramount lord of his people.
In his ears now Elric heard a buzzing and gradually the buzzing formed itself in words.
"Who art thou, mortal? What right hast thee to summon me?"
"I am Elric, ruler of Melnibonи. My ancestors aided thee, Nnuuurrrr'c'c."
"Aye-but long ago."
"And it is long ago that they last called on thee for thine aid! "
"True. What aid dost thou now require, Elric of Melnibonи?"
"Look upon my plane. Thou wilt see that I am in danger. Canst thou abolish this danger, friend of the Insects?"
Now a filmy shape formed and could be seen as if through several layers of cloudy silk. Elric tried to keep his eyes upon it, but it kept leaving his field of vision and then returning for a few moments. He knew that he looked into another plane of the Earth.
"Canst thou help me, Nnuuurrrr'c'c?"
"Hast thou no patron of thine own species? Some Lord of Chaos who can aid thee?"
"My patron is Arioch and he is a temperamental demon at best. These days he aids me little."
"Then I must send thee allies, mortal. But call upon me no more when this is done."
"I shall not summon thee again, Nnuuurrrr'c'c."
The layers of film disappeared and with them the shape.
The noise of the battle crashed once again on Elric's consciousness and he heard with sharper clarity than before the screams of the sailors and the hissing of the reptilian savages and when he looked out from his shelter he saw that at least half the crew were dead.
As he came on deck Smiorgan ran up. "I thought you slain, Elric! What became of you?" He was plainly relieved to see his friend still lived.
"I sought aid from another plane-but it does not seem to have materialized."
"I'm thinking we're doomed and had best try to swim downstream away from here and seek a hiding place in the jungle, " Smiorgan said.
"What of Duke Avan? Is he dead?"
"He lives. But those creatures are all but impervious to our weapons. This ship will sink ere long." Smiorgan lurched as the deck tilted and he reached out to grab a trailing rope, letting his long sword dangle by its wrist-thong. "They are not attacking the stern at present. We can slip into the water there...."
"I made a bargain with Duke Avan, " Elric reminded the islander. "I ca
"Then we'll all perish! "
"What's that?" Elric bent his head, listening intently.
"I hear nothing."
It was a whine which deepened in tone until it became a drone. Now Smiorgan heard it also and looked about him, seeking the source of the sound. And suddenly he gasped, pointing upward. "Is that the aid you sought?"
There was a vast cloud of them, black against the blue of the sky. Every so often the sun would flash on a dazzling color-a rich blue, green, or red. They came spiraling down toward the ship and now both sides fell silent, staring skyward.
The flying things were like huge dragonflies and the brightness and richness of their coloring was breathtaking. It was their wings which made the droning sound which now began to increase in loudness and heighten in pitch as the huge insects sped nearer.
Realizing that they were the object of the attack the reptile men stumbled backward on their long legs, trying to reach the shore before the gigantic insects were upon them.
But it was too late for flight.
The dragonflies settled on the savages until nothing could be seen of their bodies. The hissing increased and sounded almost pitiful as the insects bore their victims down to the surface and then inflicted on them whatever terrible death it was. Perhaps they stung with their tails- it was not possible for the watchers to see.
Sometimes a storklike leg would emerge from the water and thrash in the air for a moment. But soon, just as the reptiles were covered by the insect bodies, so were their cries drowned by the strange and blood-chilling humming that arose on all sides.
A sweating Duke Avan, sword still in hand, ran up the deck. "Is this your doing, Prince Elric?"
Elric looked on with satisfaction, but the others were plainly disgusted. "It was, " he said.
"Then I thank you for your aid. This ship is holed in a dozen places and is letting in water at a terrible rate. It's a wonder we have not yet sunk. I've given orders to begin rowing and I hope we make it to the island in time." He pointed upstream. "There, you can just see it."
"What if there are more of those savages there?" Smiorgan asked.
Avan smiled grimly, indicating the farther shore. "Look." On their peculiar legs a dozen or more of the reptiles were fleeing into the jungle, having witnessed the fate of their comrades. "They'll be reluctant to attack us again, I think."
Now the huge dragonflies were rising into the air again and Avan turned away as he glimpsed what they had left behind. "By the gods, you work fierce sorcery, Prince Elric! Ugh! "
Elric smiled and shrugged. "It is effective, Duke Avan." He sheathed his runesword. It seemed reluctant to enter the scabbard and it moaned as if in resentment.
Smiorgan glanced at it. "That blade looks as if it will want to feast soon, Elric, whether you desire it or not."
"Doubtless it will find something to feed on in the forest, " said the albino. He stepped over a piece of broken mast and went below.
Count Smiorgan Baldhead looked at the new scum on the surface of the water and he shuddered.