The River of Shadows Part 18

"But I should know as well!"

"Taliktrum," said his father, "has it occurred to you that if we lose the hostages, the first result may well be your torture? Rose will take you to the galley and jam your leg into Teggatz's meat grinder, and ask you questions designed to make it easier to kill us all. There are some answers it is better for a commander to be unable to provide. Do not concern yourself with our move of last resort. Devote your energies to seeing that we never need to make it."

Taliktrum stared at his father, struggling to be still. At last with an anxious twitch he rushed to Talag and leaned close to him, gripping his chair.

"I would follow you you again," he said. "Resume your command, my lord! You need not go out scouting as before. We can do that. You can lead us from right here, until you're fully yourself again. Just think how the people would rally to you! Their divisions would vanish like a puff of smoke." again," he said. "Resume your command, my lord! You need not go out scouting as before. We can do that. You can lead us from right here, until you're fully yourself again. Just think how the people would rally to you! Their divisions would vanish like a puff of smoke."

Talag sipped his wine. Then he rose, forcing his son back a step. He stood almost a head taller than Taliktrum. His eyes shone with anger and disgust.

"Would they?" he said. "After I endorsed this ugly cult you've built around yourself? Though it profanes the creed that has preserved us for centuries, that no one life must ever be exalted above the needs of the clan? I escape the rats and find my house in ruins, my people so frightened and confused that they would believe in anything-would have ended up kneeling before Mugstur himself, if matters had gone much further. You think I can lead, having declared that I subscribe to this rubbish, that your vision is my own? 'Ah, but that was yesterday, men of Ixphir House. Today it is not the prophet's word but Lord Talag's you must accept. Or some muddled combination of the two.' No, Taliktrum. You wanted command. You ached for it like a drunkard for his wine. Now it is yours, and you must keep it."

"I did not always want it," said Taliktrum, almost pleading. "There was a time before all this, before you and Dri began my training. My flutes, Father, do you recall how well I-"

Talag dashed wine in the face of his son.

"Find the traitor and punish him," he said. "There was a childhood for each of us. It's dead and gone, and I will speak of it no further."

In the Jaws of Masalym

24 Ilbrin 941

Hunger, thirst, loss of blood: such was Dr. Rain's diagnosis. Fortunately the bleeding proved easy to control; the prince's wounds were ugly but not deep. A cabin was readied with lightning speed, the bed salvaged from the ample store of first-cla.s.s wreckage, a new mattress st.i.tched and stuffed, a coal stove mounted on the floor and its chimney pipe routed out through the porthole. "I'm not cold," the prince mumbled, waking briefly, but Rose took no more chances. He brought his own feather pillows for the invalid, and plumped them as the prince was carried in. Thasha watched his efforts with grim amus.e.m.e.nt. The captain didn't mean to be executed at their first port of call.

But was the man truly who he claimed? The other two dlomu certainly thought so. Ibjen said he knew the prince's face from coins, and even Bolutu declared that he recognized the features of the ruling family.

Olik did wake again, heavy-lidded and weak, but only long enough to seize the captain's arm and speak a warning. "Hug the sh.o.r.e, as tightly as you dare. That will keep you out of the rip tide. And you must also manufacture a flag in great haste-a leopard leaping a red sun, both on black-or the Masalym cliff batteries will rain down enough iron to sink this s.h.i.+p by weight alone."

"That is your banner...Sire?" asked Rose.

Olik nodded wearily. "And when you pa.s.s safe under those guns, perhaps you will consider yourself repaid for the Karyskans' a.s.sault. Go to Masalym, Captain. Only there can you safely repair your s.h.i.+p. Now, I think-"

He plummeted again into sleep. This time it was profound, and Rose ordered the cabin off-limits to all save Fulbreech and Rain.

About the time of the prince's collapse a great smoke began to rise in the south. It spread quickly (or they were swept quickly toward it), low and black and boiling over land and water. Beneath the lid of smoke the dark hulks, the weird s.h.i.+mmer of the armada came and went, licked now and then by flashes of fire. Thasha aimed her father's telescope at the melee. It was still too distant-fortunately-for her to make out individual s.h.i.+ps, but even blurred and indistinct the scene was terrifying. Wood and stone, steel and serpent-flesh, water and city and s.h.i.+ps: they were all in collision, blending and bleeding together in a haze of fire. Nandirag: Nandirag: that was what Prince Olik had called the city. What would it be called after today, and who would be left to name it? that was what Prince Olik had called the city. What would it be called after today, and who would be left to name it?

By nightfall the Chathrand Chathrand had drawn within a league of the sh.o.r.e. From this distance one could see the effects of the rip tide with the naked eye: a powerful leeway, a slippage, as though the s.h.i.+p were a man walking across a rug while a dozen hands pulled it sideways. had drawn within a league of the sh.o.r.e. From this distance one could see the effects of the rip tide with the naked eye: a powerful leeway, a slippage, as though the s.h.i.+p were a man walking across a rug while a dozen hands pulled it sideways. How far did it carry us? How far did it carry us? wondered Thasha, studying the sh.o.r.e through her father's telescope. wondered Thasha, studying the sh.o.r.e through her father's telescope. How long before it sweeps us right into the fray? How long before it sweeps us right into the fray?

Nearer to the Chathrand Chathrand, the coast was a line of high, rocky hills, silver-gray and creva.s.sed like the hide of an elephant, crowned with s.h.a.ggy meadowlands. In the last minutes of daylight Thasha saw dark boulders and sharp solitary trees, a wall of fieldstones that might have marked some pasture's edge, and here and there an immense clinging vine dangling garlands of fire-red flowers over the sea. Among the flowers, winged creatures, tiny birds or great insects or something else altogether, rose and settled in clouds.

Darkness was falling when they cleared the rip tide. It was unmistakable: a line of churning water and disordered waves, a sudden heaving swell to starboard, a rise in the apparent wind. A scramble ensued: Rose actually spread sail, driving them another half-league sh.o.r.eward in a matter of minutes. Then he brought the s.h.i.+p about to the north and ordered nearly all the canvas taken in. Until dawn they would creep northward, following a narrow, safe path between the current and the cliffs.

Thasha watched the s.h.i.+p wheel northward and felt a chill. It was happening. They were doing exactly what they had said they must never never do: taking the Nilstone straight to evil hands. Was there any doubt that Masalym was evil? It was a part of Bali Adro, the Empire that was even now destroying the city at their backs, that Nandirag. But was there any other choice? The s.h.i.+p was sinking. Without repairs she could neither run nor fight well enough to keep the Nilstone safe much longer. And there was the small matter of food. do: taking the Nilstone straight to evil hands. Was there any doubt that Masalym was evil? It was a part of Bali Adro, the Empire that was even now destroying the city at their backs, that Nandirag. But was there any other choice? The s.h.i.+p was sinking. Without repairs she could neither run nor fight well enough to keep the Nilstone safe much longer. And there was the small matter of food.

Neeps and Marila had gone to sleep on the floor of the brig, next to Pazel's cell. Thasha wanted to go to them, ached to do so, could not. She went to Fulbreech and kissed him long and deep, her arms over his shoulders, her back against the doorway of his cabinette. His hands gripping her hips, two fingers grazing her skin beneath the s.h.i.+rt. He tried to coax her into his chamber but she shook her head, breathless and s.h.i.+vering; it was not yet time. She left him, ran blind across the lower gun deck, pounded up the Silver Stair and through the magic wall. She flung open Hercol's cabin door and flew at him and struck him with both fists in the chest. Hercol kicked the door shut. In the room adjacent Bolutu heard her curses and her sobs, and the warrior's answering voice, low and intimate and stern.

Sergeant Haddismal tossed and turned in his cabin. When he managed to sleep, the same object rose persistently in his dreams. An arm, pulsating, yellow-gray, somehow both dead and alive, groping through the s.h.i.+p on a mission of its own.

It was the s.h.a.ggat's arm, and his dream was hardly stranger than the reality that had prompted it. He had inspected the s.h.a.ggat that very evening: first with his naked eye, then with a tape measure. Impossibly, the cracks that were threatening the statue had stopped growing, and even-very slightly, but unmistakably, for Haddismal was a meticulous record keeper-shortened. The mad king was not just alive inside his stone curse. He was healing.

Many others shared the Turach's restlessness. All night Lady Oggosk sat awake in the forecastle house, irritating the other prisoners, mumbling Thasha's name. All night Rose paced the quarterdeck, listening to his s.h.i.+p, pretending not to heed the taunts and whispers of the ghosts who walked at his side. All night the chain-pumps clattered, and the men sang songs from the far side of Alifros, pouring out the sea as it poured in through the s.h.i.+p's hidden wound.

The cliffs were higher at daybreak, the vegetation atop them more lush and green. Now Rose took the prince's advice and brought them closer, barely a mile off the rocks. There were grazing animals (not quite goats, not quite sheep) upon a windy hillside, and a dlomic herdsman with two dogs that sprinted in circles around the beasts. When he saw the Chathrand Chathrand the dlomu goaded his animals into a run. They swept over the hill and disappeared. the dlomu goaded his animals into a run. They swept over the hill and disappeared.

The day was bright, the water clear to eight fathoms. Nonetheless it was tricky sailing, for the winds were erratic, and for all Rose's fury his men were clumsy and slow. They were weakening with hunger, distracted by fear. Rumors pa.s.sed like foul vapors through the s.h.i.+p: the ixchel were planning executions. Dlomic attackers were still at large in the hold. Arunis was stalking the topdeck by moonlight. Pazel and his friends were fighting because one of them had gone over to the sorcerer's side.

Late morning they came suddenly upon a tiny cove, high-walled and round as a saucer. The remains of a few stone buildings crouched just above the waves, roofless and forlorn. And there were stairs-long, steep flights of them carved into the rock, beginning at the ruins and snaking back and forth up a cleft in the wall. Five hundred feet overhead they reached the sunny clifftops. There the sailors saw with delight the shapes of fruit trees-three fruit trees, their branches laden with bright yellow globes.

"Apples!" declared someone, starting excited chatter.

"I wonder," said Hercol.

Thasha glanced briefly at her tutor. He was right to be doubtful, she thought. Hercol was always always right; you could almost hate him for the trait. But Thasha quickly rejected the thought, and flushed with shame. right; you could almost hate him for the trait. But Thasha quickly rejected the thought, and flushed with shame.

Bolutu appeared on deck and warned aloud that there were many fruits in Bali Adro, some fit only for wild creatures. But the men were not listening. They had found an orchard, and the trees were groaning with apples. Their days of hunger were at an end.

Rose summoned his officers to his day-cabin. Taliktrum, uninvited, joined the conference. The sailors paced, beside themselves, devouring the sh.o.r.e with their eyes. But they did not have long to wait. Ten minutes later the door flew open and the captain strode out among the waiting men. There was a bottle in his hand: fine Quezan rum.

"We will launch the short pinnace," he said. Then, shouting above their cheers: "Not for apples-they are secondary, and we may even forgo them, should danger arise. What we seek above all is tactical information. We need a glance at this country before we sail into an unknown harbor on the word of a stowaway, and-"

"We must be very fast," Taliktrum broke in. "Who knows how many eyes are watching us from the clifftops, even now?"

The sailors were gasping: no one interrupted the Red Beast. Rose himself looked tempted to smack Taliktrum into the sea. But breathing hard, he continued: "I need someone who can take those stairs at a run. The apple-pickers will follow at our signal, if that man finds no danger. His will be the first foot to touch the Southern mainland, and there is great honor in such a deed. Tell me now: who is strong, who is bold? Who wants to make history today?"

Many hands went up, including Thasha's and Hercol's, but the captain chose a tall Emledrian sailor named Hastan. Thasha smiled at the choice. She liked Hastan, a quiet topman who was usually too abashed to speak in her presence, but who had danced with her on the topdeck when Mr. Druffle played his fiddle.

Rose pa.s.sed him the bottle of rum. "Drink deep!" he said. "That'll give you strength and courage both."

Hastan took a giddy swallow, smacked his lips. "You're a gentleman, Captain."

Rose took the bottle back, glaring at him: "Chew the apples thoroughly. Don't let me see you gulping food like a hog."

Minutes later the boat was in the water, with six rowers, two ixchel observers ("I trust our eyes more than theirs," said Taliktrum) and baskets large as the sailors' hopes. Every eye followed her progress, her glide into the sheltered cove, Hastan's leap into the surf and wallow up the s.h.i.+ngle, his running a.s.sault on the stairs. Rose had chosen well: Hastan was as nimble as a mountain goat. He had climbed a hundred feet before the others had the pinnace out of the waves.

The five basket-carriers huddled near the ruins, awaiting Chathrand Chathrand's signal that it was safe to climb. The men with telescopes watched Hastan, still running as he neared the top. Only on the last flight did he pause for breath. Then he marched up the last steps and moved in among the trees.

There he stood, leaning against a trunk, gazing at an unknown world. He was motionless for a surprising time. When at last he turned to look at the Chathrand Chathrand his face was full of wonder. Slowly he waved his raised palm to the sky: the all-clear signal. Then he picked an apple, sniffed it and took a bite. his face was full of wonder. Slowly he waved his raised palm to the sky: the all-clear signal. Then he picked an apple, sniffed it and took a bite.

Breathless antic.i.p.ation: Hastan chewed, considered, swallowed. Then he tossed the apple in the air, caught it and set about devouring it with a will. The men on the topdeck roared.

"Quiet, you silly apes!" hissed Fiffengurt, though he was as happy as the rest. The signalman waved his flag, and the basket carriers started to climb.

Hastan finished the apple and tossed away the core. "Glutton," said Rose.

The men reached the summit and set about stripping the trees. They worked quickly, and soon had taken all the fruit in easy reach. But there were eight hundred men awaiting apples, so one by one they moved away from the cliff's edge, seeking more. Thasha watched them go through her telescope, thinking, Perhaps it is an orchard, at that Perhaps it is an orchard, at that.

But the men did not return. Five minutes pa.s.sed, then ten. "d.a.m.n the fools!" cried Taliktrum. "They're gorging themselves like brats in a sweet shop! You giants can't be trusted with the simplest task!"

Twenty minutes. Not a branch stirred on the clifftop. The men looked at one another with growing alarm. Then Thasha saw Hercol do a startling thing: he touched Rose's elbow, drew the captain back from the rail and whispered in his ear.

At first Rose showed no reaction to Hercol's words. Then he shook the warrior off, walked to the quarterdeck rail and leaned over his crew. "No shouts, no cheering," he said in a low and scathing rumble. "Haddismal, ready your Turachs. Alyash, I want a hundred sailors backing them up. Blades, helmets, s.h.i.+elds-empty the armory if need be. Fiffengurt, clear the eighty-footers for immediate launch. We are going to get our men."

Instantly the crowd splintered, every man racing to his job. Eager, approving looks pa.s.sed among them: they were afraid, but waiting helplessly was worse. An a.s.sault! Whoever had seized their s.h.i.+pmates had no idea what they were in for.

"Rose is guilty of a million sins," said Fiffengurt softly to Thasha, "but leaving crew behind ain't among them."

The hands swarmed around the longboat and the eighty-foot launch, freeing them to be hoisted into the gulf. Turachs were a.s.sembling, strapping on breastplates and chain collars, feeling their longbows for cracks. They worked in an eerie hush, as Rose had ordered-until the lookout's cry shattered everything.

"Sail! Three s.h.i.+ps from the armada, Captain! Breaking our way!"

Rose's telescope snapped up to portside. Thasha raised her own and swept the coast. It was true: three frightful vessels had broken away from the warring ma.s.s. All three belched fire, and s.h.i.+mmered in that strange, unsettling way. And their bows were clearly aimed at the Chathrand Chathrand.

"Captain," she said, "how fast do you think-"

But the captain was already twenty feet up the mizzenmast. Thasha had seen before how Rose handled himself aloft. He moved like a younger man, confidence and fury making up for stiffness and girth. In minutes he had reached the topgallant lookout, s.n.a.t.c.hed the man's bigger telescope and raised it to his eye.

The whole s.h.i.+p was still. Even Taliktrum waited in silence, watching the captain. Rose moved the telescope from the approaching s.h.i.+ps to the deserted clifftop and back again. Then he turned his face away and roared-a wordless howl of sheer frustration that echoed all along the coast. He looked down at the quarterdeck. "Abort!" he bellowed. "Hard about to starboard! Fiffengurt, get your men to the sheets!"

They were running away. Thasha closed her eyes, fighting the tears that came so suddenly. Tears for Hastan and the others, men who had sailed the s.h.i.+p for her, danced with her, men she hardly knew. And two ixchel. She hoped they'd all tasted the apples. She hoped the fruit was sweet.

Once more the Chathrand Chathrand was fleeing for her life. Some of the men looked daggers at Rose behind his back-so much for loyalty to crew-but it was soon apparent that he had made the right, indeed the only, choice. The things pursuing them (s.h.i.+ps, of course, but what kind, and why did the air quake above their decks?) were still distant, but already the gap was shortening. When the was fleeing for her life. Some of the men looked daggers at Rose behind his back-so much for loyalty to crew-but it was soon apparent that he had made the right, indeed the only, choice. The things pursuing them (s.h.i.+ps, of course, but what kind, and why did the air quake above their decks?) were still distant, but already the gap was shortening. When the Chathrand Chathrand put out topgallants and began her run, the three at once changed course. There could be no doubt: they meant to intercept the Great s.h.i.+p. put out topgallants and began her run, the three at once changed course. There could be no doubt: they meant to intercept the Great s.h.i.+p.

And they were very fast. It was still impossible to say just how large they were, or what sort of weapons lay hidden in their dark, armored hulls. But one thing was perfectly clear: if nothing changed, they would catch the Chathrand Chathrand in a matter of hours. in a matter of hours.

Rose tried to wake Prince Olik, but the dlomu only moaned and s.h.i.+vered.

"Toss him out in a lifeboat, Captain," said Alyash. "You'll soon learn if it's him they're after."

"Don't be an animal, Bosun!" said Fiffengurt. "He could capsize and drown in his sleep."

"Or be picked up and tortured, or killed," said Thasha. She gave Alyash a look of loathing. "How can you speak of such a thing?"

"Because it may have to be done," said Rose. "Not yet, however. He's a card up our sleeve-a royal card, for that matter. I'll not toss him away until we're dealt a better hand."

How n.o.ble. Thasha glanced sidelong at Rose. Just when I was starting to think you might be human Just when I was starting to think you might be human. But then with a flash of bitterness she reflected that she was no different: she kept who she needed, discarded the rest. Don't think that way. You have a man now, and his name is Greysan Fulbreech Don't think that way. You have a man now, and his name is Greysan Fulbreech.

When Thasha returned to the stateroom she caught Marila in her private cabin, going through the contents of her sea chest. Books, blouses, s.h.i.+rts, underthings lay about her in heaps. The Tholja.s.san girl was so fl.u.s.tered she let the lid of the chest fall on her thumb.

"Buchad!" she swore, jerking her hand away. Then, glaring at Thasha, she said, "Fine, I'm snooping. You've given me plenty of reason to, after all." she swore, jerking her hand away. Then, glaring at Thasha, she said, "Fine, I'm snooping. You've given me plenty of reason to, after all."

"What are you looking for?" asked Thasha, her voice flat and cold.

"Some sign that you haven't gone completely mad. Do you have any idea what you're doing to him?"

"To Greysan?" Thasha asked, startled.

Marila looked as though she couldn't believe her ears. "I was talking about Pazel. Remember Pazel, our friend? The one who's got another twenty-four hours in the brig?"

"He put himself there," said Thasha. "Greysan tried to make peace with him and got a black eye for his trouble." She looked at a leather folder in Marila's lap, from which trailed the edges of many crumpled papers. "That's my blary letter satchel," she said. "How dare dare you." you."

The satchel contained the few letters she cherished-from her father, a few favorite aunts and uncles, and one particularly dear one from Hercol. It was still tied shut, but Marila's intentions were plain. Controlling herself with effort, Thasha rounded her bed and held out her hand. "You had better leave," she said.

Marila surrendered the letters. She trained her unreadable eyes on Thasha. "Listen to me," she said. "I know Pazel's been daft around Fulbreech, but you you haven't shown any sense at all. He could be haven't shown any sense at all. He could be anybody anybody, Thasha. And he's strange. I heard you talking last night."

"Oh, you heard me, did you?" Thasha raised her voice.

"I couldn't help it, you were ten feet away. Thasha, he was asking you about your Polylex Polylex, wasn't he? How can you be sure the book is safe? How can you be sure the book is safe? Why would he ask that, if he's just interested in you?" Why would he ask that, if he's just interested in you?"

"Because I told him how important it was to keep the book away from Arunis," said Thasha.

Marila gave her a long, steady look. "You really love him?" she said at last.

"That's my business," said Thasha.

"What does Hercol say?"

Thasha's hands were in fists. "He says he trusts me. He's a friend."

"So am I."

"Oh, Marila, I know you are, it's just-"

"Pazel hasn't slept or eaten since he went in there. And Neeps is almost as bad. He's worried himself into a blary stomachache. He won't talk about anything but you."

Thasha realized suddenly that she was looking at jealousy. I can't do this anymore I can't do this anymore. The thought flashed unbidden through her mind; and then, rallying her courage: Yes, yes you can Yes, yes you can. She brought her memories of Fulbreech's face, his soft kisses, to the front of her mind and held them there. "I thought," she heard herself say, "that you of all people might understand."

Marila began to shove Thasha's clothes back into the chest. "Understand what?" she said. "That in the middle of fighting for our lives you suddenly decide you'd rather-"

"Marila," said Thasha, almost pleading, "what if it's not like that? What if this is part part of fighting for our lives?" of fighting for our lives?"

"What in the Pits does that mean?"

Too far, Thasha told herself. She hid her face in her hands, stalling, thinking with furious speed. "For my my life, then," she said at last. "For my chance to live just a little before I die. Is that so unforgivable?" life, then," she said at last. "For my chance to live just a little before I die. Is that so unforgivable?"

"Thasha, once he gets what he wants, he's going to-"