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Ingulf the Mad
By Paul Edwin Zimmer

The Sea-Elves
THE CITY OF the Sea-Elves stands aloneтАФall but unknown in lands of menтАФby Y'Gora's
northern strand. There come the ships from beyond the world.
And there, one evening, came Ingulf of the Isles after long wandering, as the Twin Suns sank in
rainbow splendor. They had risen and set many times on his quest: long had he sifted legend and
myth, seeking a clue that would lead him here.
He heard the roar of surf hissing on the shore as he turned his horse's head toward the sea. White
towers rose in sight, and the unvisited city lay before him. Sea-wind stirred his copper hair: the
salt smell stirred his mind.
Waves of blood poured strongly through his veins: tiny chill thrillings swept over him. All the
days and dreary months of searching faded from memory, and instead it was a woman's face he
thought of, and the shape of a seal among great waves.
Ages ago, the folk of Tray Ithir that was his home, far away in the long chain of islands east of
Y'Gora, had beaten out the harvest with their great flails. But recent centuries had brought raiders
from the far north at harvest time, savage servants of
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the Demon-Lords of the icy waste, and so the great flails had found new work to do. So deadly
were they at this task that the men of Tray Ithir became far-famed warriors. Generations of the
Airarian Emperors, who rule many of the wide-scattered islands east of Y'Gora, as well as the
great Airarian peninsula that makes Y'Gora look on a map like a great cat's skull, with the Inner
Sea its open mouth, had sought the men of Tray Ithir to bring their war-flails into their armies.
Ingulf, son of Fingold, had followed this path. His father had been sword-master to his clan, and
his war-flail and skilled sword-arm won him some small fame in the Emperor's service.
When one raiding-season ended, he found himself in the dull and barren isles of the Scurlmard
chain, far to the north of his home, beyond the isles of the Curranach.
The folk of the Scurlmards wilt not hunt seals, for they say that the Sea-People travel in this
form.
But Ingulf laughed at such tales.
Boredom came upon him in the Scurlmards. He went hunting alone in his small boat. Hills of
water rose and fell about him: the Twin Suns were fiery eyes above the sea. Barren, stony islands