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he felt a moment of satisfaction at the size of the fish lying torpid at the end of his line。 Even his father Tugumak would have had to admit it was a splendid catch！
As he stroked upward； reaching toward his prize； the shimmering thing darted along the boat…bottom and slipped out of sight along the craft's far side； rising up out of Tiamak's view。 The line pulled taut against the wooden hull。 The Wrannaman snatched at it wildly； but it now hugged the boat so tightly that his fingers could find no purchase。 He gave a little cough of dread； sending bubbles dancing outward。 Hurry； he must hurry！ The crocodile would be upon him in a moment！
His heartbeat boomed in the watery silence of his ears。 His scrabbling fingers could not grip the line。 The fish remained out of sight and out of reach； as if perversely determined that it should not suffer alone； and panic was making Tiamak clumsy。 He finally gave up and pushed himself away from the bottom of the boat； kicking to bring himself upright。 The fish was lost。 He had to save himself。
Too late！
A dark shape slid past him and angled upward； slipping in and out of the shadow of his boat。 The crocodile was not the largest he had ever seen； but it was certainly the largest he had ever been beneath。 Its white belly passed over him； the tail a diminishing stripe buffeting him with its wake。
His breath was pressing on his lungs； burning to escape and fill the murky water with bubbles。 He kicked and turned； his eyes feeling as though they would push from his head； and saw the blunt arrow…shape of the crocodile skimming toward him。 Its jaws parted。 There was a glimpse of red…shadowed darkness and an infinity of teeth。 He whirled； swinging his arm； and watched the horrifyingly slow movement of the knife as he pushed it against the wall of water。 The reptile thumped against his ribs； rasping him with its horny hide as he struggled out of its way。 His knife bit shallowly into its flank； dragging along the armored skin for a moment before bouncing off。 A thin brown…black cloud trailed the crocodile as it swam on； circling the boat once more。
Tiamak's lungs felt as though they had grown impossibly large within his chest； straining at his ribs until spots of blackness began to appear before his eyes。 Why had he been such a fool？ He didn't want to die like this； drowned and eaten！
Even as he tried to struggle upward toward the surface； he felt a crushing pressure enfold his leg； in the next instant； he was jerked down… ward。 His knife spilled loose from his hand； and his arms and free leg kicked wildly as he was pulled toward the darkness of the river bottom。 A belch of bubbles escaped his lips。 The faces of the elders of his tribe； Mogahib and Roahog the Potter and others； seemed to press down on his dimming sight； their expressions full of weary disgust at his idiocy。
His knife…cord still looped his wrist； as he whirled down into river… darkness he struggled to find the hilt。 His hands coiled against it and he summoned his strength； then leaned forward against the bottomward pull； finding the hard； rough jaws that clutched his leg。 Clinging with one hand so that he could feel the crooked teeth beneath his fingers； he set the knifepoint against the leathery eyelid and pushed。 The head jerked beneath his hands as the crocodile convulsed and bit down harder； which sent a bolt of scalding pain up his leg and into his heart。 Another clutch of precious bubbles sprang from Tiamak's mouth。 He pushed the blade in as hard as he could； his thoughts a swirling black blur of faces and nonsensi… cal words。 As he twisted at the handle in mad agony； the crocodile loosened its jaws。 He pulled at its upper jaw with desperate strength； forcing it up just far enough to jerk his leg free before it snapped shut again。 The water was clouding with blood。 Tiamak could feel nothing beneath his knee at all； nothing above it but the fiery pain of his bursting lungs。 Somewhere below him the crocodile was tying itself in dark knots on the river bottom； swimming in ever…narrowing circles。 Tiamak tried to claw upward toward the remembered sun； even as he felt the spark within him dying。
He passed through many darknesses； ing at last into the light。 The daystar was in the gray sky； the cattails stood windless and silent along the edge of the water。 He gasped in a lifetime's worth of hot marsh air； opening his entire body to it； then almost sank beneath the water again as it rushed into his lungs like a river shattering its dam and spilling down into a parched valley。 Light of every hue gleamed before his eyes； until he felt as though he had discovered some ultimate secret。 A moment later； as he saw his boat bobbing on the unsettled water a short distance away； the sense of revelation evaporated。 He felt a sick； debilitating blackness again e crawling up his spine into his skull。 He struggled toward the boat； his body curiously painless； as though he were nothing but a head floating upon the watercourse。 He reached the side of the flatboat and clung； breathing deeply as he summoned his strength。 By sheer will he pulled himself over into safety； scraping his cheek raw on the thwart； not caring in the least。 The blackness overcame him at last。 He stopped struggling and sank beneath its surface。
He awakened to a sky red as blood。 A hot wind swept across the marshland。 The blazing sky seemed inside his head as well； for he burned like a fired pot fresh from the kiln。 With fingers that felt awkward as pieces of wood； he scrabbled his spare breechclout from the bottom of the boat and tied it tightly around the red ruin of his lower leg； unable to think much about the bleeding runnels that had been gouged from knee to heel。 Struggling against the oblivion that was reaching out for him； he wondered absently if he would be able to walk again； then dragged himself to the edge of the boat and pulled at the fishing line which still hung over the side； trailing into green depths。 With his failing strength he managed to wrestle the silver fish over the stern； letting it slide wriggling down next to him in the boat's shallow belly。 The fish's eye was open； its mouth； too； as though it were trying to ask Death a question。
He rolled onto his back； staring up into the violet sky。 There was a resounding crack and rumble from above。 A flurry of raindrops danced on his fevered skin。 Tiamak smiled as he once more fell away into darkness。
Isgrimnur got up from the bench and strode to the fireplace； turning to present his rump to the blaze。 He would be off to bed in a short while； so he might as well soak up all the warmth he could before he had to return to that be…damned； arse…freezing cell。
He listened to the muted sounds of conversation that filled the mon room； marveling at the diversity of accents and languages。 The Sancellan Aedonitis was like a little world of its own； even more so than the Hayholt； but varied as the talk had been all evening； he was not an inch closer to solving any of his problems。
The duke had paced the near…endless halls all morning and afternoon； keeping an eye open for a suspicious pair of monks or anything else that might ease his predicament。