at the marvelous sight.
âItâs an underground river!â Johnny exclaimed.
âAn aquifer, to be more precise,â Grimwarden corrected, now back from the ledge.
âYour shortcut?â Goldarrow asked.
Grimwarden nodded. Then he turned and addressed the Elves. âWeâll break up into teams of no more than five. Any more and the cavesurfers will capsize.â
âCavesurfers?â Kat whispered.
âSweet!â Tommy pumped his fist, but then turned red at the stares heâd earned.
âEach watercraft must be piloted by one of our trained cavesurfer flet soldiers or anyone with equal experience.â
âI can pilot one,â said Regis. âItâs been awhile . . . but I used to be pretty good.â
âIt looks much like a rapid-runner,â said Anna. âDo they handle about the same?â
âPrecisely the same,â said Grimwarden. âEven with five aboard, youâll turn at will.â
âThen it should be no problem at all,â said Anna.
âSeems we have more than enough qualified pilots,â Grimwarden said with a smile. âMake sure each cavesurfer has a flet soldier who knows the way; these underground channels change frequently. You would not want to get lost, especially near the falls.â
âFalls?â said Kiri Lee nervously. âI canât swim.â
âWhat are yu worried about?â asked Jimmy. âYu could just hop out of the boat and walk the rest âa the way down.â
âI guess I keep forgetting,â said Kiri Lee.
âThe falls are indeed perilous,â Grimwarden explained. âBut not with our pilots. Weâve not had a crash in fifteen years.â He waited and watched the nods all around. Then he turned to Goldarrow and said, âElle, recommendations for how we divide up?â
âIâve never been much good at steering anything in the water,â said Goldarrow. âIâm going with you.â
Grimwarden coughed. âI meant how we divide up the lords.â
âOh, of course, right.â She looked away and cleared her throat. âHow about Tommy, Kat, and Kiri Lee come with us. Jimmy, Jett, and Johnny go with Brynn.â
âThree Js, baby!â Jett high-fived the other two boys.
âFine,â said Grimwarden. âFollow me.â
Anna tapped Kat on the shoulder. âAre you sure you donât want to come with me?â she asked with a hint of a smile.
Kat held up her hands. âOh no, thatâs okay. Thank you, Anna, but . . . Iâve seen how you drive.â
Anna feigned offense. âCrash once into a stone wall and no one trusts you. Goodness.â
They followed Grimwarden down a circuitous rampart of smooth stone leading to the edge of the river. Tethered to any number of iron rings along the strand sat dozens and dozens of tiny raftlike boats, each shaped like an arrowhead, pointy in front and flat in the back. They were rather shallow crafts with two small bench seats spread through the middle, one near the bow for two people, a second along the aft for three. The boat itself was formed of a wooden skeletal system with rawhide stretched around the outside. The only other notable feature was a small tiller connected to a rudder, presumably where the captain of each vessel steered the craft.
âOars?â Tommy asked as they boarded.
âYes,â Grimwarden replied. âOnly for when we need to maneuver more than the remote tiller can manage. Or for the return trip. We will be riding with the current straight through.â
âCool!â said Jett. âHow fast will we go?â
âFast enough,â said Brynn.
âEveryone in!â Grimwarden commanded, untethering lines and pushing their particular cavesurfer into the water. âI know it goes without saying, but keep your torchcells lit. Your life depends on them.â
The entire war band made ready, pushing their crafts