Swords in the Mist

Swords in the Mist is a book by Fritz Leiber.

It is the third in the canonical series concerning Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser.

The Cloud of Hate
The night is cold. In an underground temple, a spooky cult is raising a hate monster. This consists of a cloud of fog with unpleasant abilities, including casually killing those it encounters, or (if they are nasty enough) bending them to its destructive and antisocial will.

At this time, Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser (being down on their luck at this time) are earning a modest stipend as night watchmen. As such, they are in a position to kill four of Lankhmar's more notorious bad guys, all of whom are under the mind control of the hate monster. This they do with their usual aplomb and minor injuries.

However, the game is not entirely over. The hate monster picks up the discarded weapons of the dead bravos in its tentacles of fog, and continues the attack on our heroes. And suddenly the pair are fighting a ten-weaponed multipod. Further mayhem ensues, in which Mouser finds its eye and blinds it, then (while Fafhrd is making the best of a frantic defence) finds the reddish-pink cord of fog leading back to the temple and severs it.

The hate monster collapses into nothing but a revolting stench. The pair nurse their minor wounds (Fafhrd has burnt his hands by using a brazier as a weapon), and loot the dead bodies of the thugs they have killed. Excellent - they now have enough to quit their jobs, and go to find a hostelry.

Lean Times in Lankhmar
Times are hard in Lankhmar, which may be the reason why Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser have apparently fallen out and parted ways.

The Gray Mouser has joined Pulg's protection racket. Pulg's calling is to demand tribute from the various practitioners of religion in the Street of the Gods. Mouser's job is to enforce this.

Fafhrd, on the other hand, has broken his sword (injuring himself in the process, apparently) and joined the cult of Issek of the Jug. Apart from the elderly and somewhat doddering priest, Fafhrd is the one follower of Issek.

The Street of the Gods runs from the Marsh Gate to the Citadel. The further your temple is from the former, that is, the closer to the latter, the higher status and prestige your religion has. Progress is made by physically moving your shrine further up the road, and the more followers you have, the better you will be at making such progress.

Issek of the Jug starts near the Marsh Gate, but with Fafhrd as his acolyte it is only a short time before he makes rapid progress up the street. He makes an imposing acolyte, what with his size and hairiness; his voice also (trained as a Skald as he was in his youth) is a decided asset, as is his ability to embellish the somewhat modest claims of Issek (a god of peace who was broken on a rack) into a tale more stirring and dramatic.

All of this has brought the cult to the notice of Pulg, and it is up to the Mouser to extract the protection money. This, of course, he fails to do in person, leaving it as a task for his henchmen (whom, of course, Fafhrd has no trouble at all in seeing off, peacefully of course).

Eventually Issek has become so powerful and his temple so grand (donations, you see) that Pulg has to take action. So what does he do? Gets the Mouser to tempts Fafhrd out (with a bet), gets him drunk and shaves him, tying him to a bed. The next service to Issek is a crucial one for some reasons, but of course Fafhrd is not there. Until the crux of the proceedings, in which he appears with a broken bed tied to his arms and feet, completely shaven (and therefore unrecognisable as Fafhrd) demanding the jug of ale that he had expected to find under the bed. "Where is the jug?" he thunders.

This, of course, makes him (in the eyes of the congregation) the incarnation of Issek himself. In the ensuing mayhem (which at this point is considerable), Fafhrd and the Mouser (now with an understanding again) loot what they can, and flee in a boat which has been stolen from a corrupt government official (another subplot to this tale, never mind).

And off they sail into the sunset, with their faithful Mingol slave Ourph.

Their Mistress, The Sea
A linking piece between Lean Times in Lankhmar and that which is to follow.

Aboard their new ship the Black Treasurer it takes Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser some while to get back into shape (Mouser, for example, has grown somewhat fat, and both are amuusingly seasick for some time). Once fit again, they embark on a life of piracy with moderate success.

Various incidents occur, more or less amusing, until Ourph demands to be set ashore, leaving Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser to go sailing where they please. And, in the middle of nowhere, they are becalmed.