Then Reuvan jumped onto the deck, delivered a stout blow to the emerging priest and slammed the hold shut. The look on the Herders' faces would have been funny if there had not been so much at stake. As soon as they were loose, they began to bark wildly and snarl, jumping and running in circles. I saw that the dogs had no love for their masters, for all their savage training. I had no strength left to coerce more than very slightly, but, to my surprise, they agreed to help. Quickly I beastspoke the dogs, asking for help. Another Herder, with stronger nerves, reached down to unloose the dogs he had on leash.
One of the priests standing on the edge of the vessel fell overboard in fright. Taking advantage of their preoccupation, Brydda and Reuvan attacked with wild cries, brandishing knives. One stepped onto the deck and climbed down into the hold. I tweaked the nerve again, more firmly, and this time he groaned loudly enough to be heard by the priests on shore.
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