Carse said with terrible slowness, “I see you do not know me. Tell him, man of Valkis!”
But there was no need for Boghaz to speak. There came a whistling of pinions down the wind and a winged man stooped low in the moonlight over the ship.
“Turn back! Turn back!” he cried. “You bear— Rhiannon!”
“Aye!” Carse shouted back. “Rhiannon’s wrath, Rhiannon’s power!”
He lifted the sword hilt high so that the dark jewel blazed evilly in Phobos’ light.
“Will you stand against me? Will you dare?”
The Skyman swerved away and rose wailing in the wind. Carse turned upon the steersman.
“And you,” he said. “How say you now?”
He saw the wolf-eyes flicker from the blazing jewel to his own face and back again. The look of terror he was beginning to know too well came into them and they dropped.
“I dare not stand against Rhiannon,” the man said hoarsely.