Underwater, it was green and dim. He swam down, down, brushing the hull, pulling himself along the length of the keel. There were half a dozen shapes clustered near the waist, working with axes. He pushed against the keel and darted at them, holding the spear like a lance. The keen point stabbed into the belly of one monster. The others turned, their eyes terrible in the gloom. Corun took the dirk in his hand, got a grip on the next nearest, and stabbed. Claws ripped his flanks and back. His lungs were bursting, there was a roaring in his head and darkness before his eyes. He stabbed blindly, furiously. Suddenly the struggling form let go. Corun broke the surface and gasped in a lungful of air. A Sea Demon leaped up beside him. At once the erinye was on him. The Xanthian screamed as he was torn apart. Corun dove back under water. The other seamen were down there, fighting for their lives. They outnumbered the Xanthi, but the monsters were in their native element. Blood streaked the water, blinding them all. It was a strange, horrible battle for survival. In the end, Corun and Imazu and the others--except for four--were hauled back aboard. "We drove them off," said the pirate wearily. "Oh, my dear--my dearest dear--" Chryseis, who had laughed in battle, was sobbing on his breast. Shorzon was on deck, looking over the scene. "We did well," he said. "We stood them off, killed about thirty, and only lost fifteen men." "At that rate," said Corun, "it won't take them long to clear our decks." "I don't think they will try again," said Shorzon. He went over to a captured Xanthian. The Sea Demon had had a foot chopped off in the battle and been pinned to the deck by a pike, but he still lived and rasped defiance at them. If allowed to live, he would grow new members--the monsters were tougher than they had a right to be. "Hark, you," said Shorzon in the Xanthian tongue, which he had learned with astonishing ease. "We come on a mission of peace, with an offer that your king will be pleased to hear. You have seen only a small part of our powers. It is not beyond us to sail to your palace and bring it crumbling to earth." Corun wondered how much was bluff. The old sorcerer might really be able to do it. In any case--he had nerve! "What can you things offer us?" asked the Xanthian. "That is only for the king to hear," said Shorzon coldly. "He will not thank you for molesting us. Now we will let you go to bear word back to your rulers. Tell them we are coming whether they will or no, but that we come in friendship if they will but show it. After all, if they wish to kill us it can be just as easily done--if at all--after they have heard us out. Now go!" Imazu pulled the pike loose and the yellow-bleeding Xanthian writhed overboard. "I do not think we will be bothered again," said Shorzon calmly. "Not before we get to the black palace." "You may be right," admitted Corun. "You gave them a good argument by their standards."