The Ruling Sea Part 15

The silence was unnerving. After a moment Thasha rose and went to her cabin. She returned with her notebook and a pencil. 'What about it?' she said.

They debated the question for some minutes. Names were added, only to be scratched out again. 'Too bad Marila left us,' said Neeps. 'She was an odd girl, cold as a catfish. But you could trust her. Amazing diver, too.'

Thasha drew a sharp line across the page.

'Let's try again,' she said. 'Who do we hope hope we can trust? Who we can trust? Who might might turn into an ally, if we're careful?' turn into an ally, if we're careful?'

This time the names came as fast as she could write them down. 'Dastu,' said Pazel. 'And Bolutu. I've always felt he was on our side, though he's never said anything.'

Fiffengurt snapped his fingers. 'Big Skip Sunderling! A hefty son-of-an-Arquali-brown-bear, is Skip, and fists like pile drivers. He's just signed on - went up to Burnscove and volunteered volunteered, can you beat that? He had a Simjan sweetheart, but I guess that's ended. And he knows the Chathrand Chathrand too; he was my mids.h.i.+pman a few years back. Right, who else?' too; he was my mids.h.i.+pman a few years back. Right, who else?'

The names came even faster. 'Coote, the old bloke from the Swan Swan.'

'Ta.r.s.el the blacksmith.'

'And that half-deaf gunner - Byrd.'

'And Mr Druffle,' said Thasha.

The naming stopped. Four pairs of eyes snapped to Thasha.

'What's the matter?' she demanded. 'I know he was under Arunis' spell - that's why I thought of him. Druffle hates Arunis more than anyone aboard.'

'It's not just the spell he was under,' said Pazel uncomfortably. 'Druffle is . . . strange.'

'So are you,' said Thasha. 'We can't rule people out just because they give you a funny feeling.'

'We can't?' said Felthrup, dismayed.

Thasha slapped the notebook down on the table. 'This is hopeless hopeless. They're going to beat us like a blary rug.'

Neeps glanced at her cautiously. 'Listen to me, that letter--'

Thasha lunged at him. Neeps smiled, but only for an instant. Thasha was on him before he could stand, and when he raised an arm to s.h.i.+eld his face she grabbed it and threw him over her outstretched leg. Jorl and Suzyt exploded in barks. When Neeps. .h.i.t the floor Thasha dropped on top of him, pinning his throat to the ground with the point of her elbow.

'Thasha! Thasha!' said Pazel, struggling not to shout. 'What in Pitfire's wrong with you?'

'Bakru's Beard, mistress!' hissed Fiffengurt. He and Pazel leaped to their feet, but the mastiffs' growls froze them where they stood. Felthrup ran under Isiq's reading chair, whimpering rabies, fever, musth. rabies, fever, musth.

Thasha let go of Neeps and rolled smoothly to her feet. The tarboy seemed to spring up by the force of his embarra.s.sment. 'Come on, nutter girl, face to face!' he growled as softly as he could.

Now Pazel was struggling not to laugh. 'Don't make it worse, mate.'

'But what in the Great South Sea was that that about?' said Fiffengurt. about?' said Fiffengurt.

Thasha dropped into her father's chair with a sigh. 'I wasn't about to hurt you, Neeps. But it's true what Mr Fiffengurt says. We're in danger, and we don't have many fighters on our side. Without Hercol we'd be nearly helpless.'

'I've been fighting since I could walk!' Neeps snarled. 'You bring a d.a.m.n Volpek in here and I'll take him on!'

'That's the problem,' said Thasha. 'You would. And I already know how Pazel fights.'

Pazel reddened in turn: he had never quite gotten around to telling Neeps about their first encounter, when Thasha had flattened him even more quickly. 'Don't like fighting,' he muttered.

'I do!' said Neeps.

'Hush, you donkey!' said Thasha. 'Can't either of you think? If we have to fight I want you to blary win win. For that you need training and practice. Swordplay, knifeplay, bare-knuckle, staves. Archery. Trickery. Everything.'

The boys looked at her, finally starting to understand. 'And if Hercol leaves now,' she went on, 'there'll be no one to teach you but me.'

'You're good enough,' said Pazel.

'Good enough!' said Fiffengurt. 'You're a right monster, you are, Thasha!'

She turned him a curious look. 'I declare, Mr Fiffengurt, no matter how bad this conversation gets, a smile keeps creeping back onto your face. Do you know something we don't?'

Fiffengurt glanced vaguely around the room - more vaguely than most people were capable of, given his wandering eye. He looked for a moment as though he might deny the charge of happiness.

'You wouldn't be the sort to talk, or think ill of me?' he said.

Never, they a.s.sured him.

With that the struggle ceased. He leaned forward and whispered: 'I'm going to be a father!'

The boys and Thasha m.u.f.fled whoops of surprise. Felthrup hopped and squeaked. 'Hooray, hooray! A new litter of Fiffengurts!'

The quartermaster pulled a folded sheet from his jacket and kissed it. 'Just got the letter, dated the twenty-first of Vaqrin - that's nine days after we left! The wee thing'll be born before the new year!'

'I didn't even know you were married,' said Pazel.

'Well now,' said Fiffengurt, blus.h.i.+ng, 'that's the "don't think ill of me" bit.'

Felthrup ceased hopping.

'Now don't jump to conclusions!' said Fiffengurt hotly. 'My Annabel and I have been pledged to each other for ten years. But her parents want no more seafarers in the family. Two of her uncles died on a frigate in the Sugar War, and her grandfather drowned hunting seals. Arrigus Rodd, Anni's father, brews beer. They're good folk but strict as schoolmarms. Old Arrigus is fond of quoting Rule Fifty-Three of the sacred Ninety.'

The boys glanced at Thasha expectantly. The Sisters of the Lorg School had made her recite the Ninety Rules every morning before breakfast.

'"Love must sometimes bow to elder wisdom, patron and keeper of her honour," ' said Thasha.

'Aye, m'lady, but Arrigus leaves out the sometimes sometimes. He'll not consent to our marriage without my pledge to sail no more for ever. He's fond of me, though. I've apprenticed myself to that old man at every sh.o.r.e leave, learning his trade. This past spring I was set to give that pledge, and take over as Master Brewer. Want to know why I didn't? Thugs from the Mangel Beerworks came in the night, that's why, and torched his little brewery.'

'Oh no,' said Thasha.

'Anni and her folks barely got out alive,' said the quartermaster, staring fixedly at nothing. 'Her mother spent the winter in bandages. Those Mangels already sell nine of every ten pints of ale in the city, you know, but it seems that wasn't, wasn't--'

He got to his feet, shaking all over, and raised both fists in the air. 'The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!'

They implored him to lower his voice, but it was some time before he could continue.

'Well, then,' he huffed. 'No family business to join, and no money for me and Annabel to set up a household with. And so it's back to sea for Fiffengurt. But what now? A little baby? How could I do this, how could I get her with child?'

'Same way as anybody else,' said Neeps.

'That's enough out of you, Undrabust!' Fiffengurt snapped. Then he dropped back into the chair with a moan.

'Sounds like you're the one who should abandon s.h.i.+p,' said Thasha.

'Can't swim half that far,' said Fiffengurt, with a glance towards Simja. 'They'd find me washed up on the jetty. No, there's only one thing to do - and I'm going to do it, by d.a.m.n, I've made up my mind.'

Looking rather proud of himself, Fiffengurt took out another letter, fresh and unwrinkled, and waved it significantly.

'I'm telling her to marry my brother, Gellin. He's a bachelor and plannin' to stay that way - never could settle on just one girl, he said. But he wors.h.i.+ps the ground I walk on, and he has a snug little watch-mending business. And here's the best part.'

He leaned closer, eyes twinkling again. 'My first name's Graff. And we both sign our names G. Fiffengurt G. Fiffengurt, see?'

Pazel glanced at the others. 'Uh - not quite, sir.'

'Well now, the neighbours don't much know what those G G 's stand for. And you can be sure the monk who marries 'em won't. So Gellin will just sign my name to the marriage deed, in place of his! On the sly! When I get back I'll be Anni's husband already, and that babe's legal father !' 's stand for. And you can be sure the monk who marries 'em won't. So Gellin will just sign my name to the marriage deed, in place of his! On the sly! When I get back I'll be Anni's husband already, and that babe's legal father !'

He could scarcely contain himself. 'Gellin won't refuse, I know it! He loves Anni, calls her sister already! Hey now, what's the matter?'

All of them, even Felthrup, were looking at him with pity. But no one met his eye.

'They won't let you send the letter,' said Pazel at last.

The quartermaster's face froze. He had been so obsessed with matters in Etherhorde that he had completely forgotten his inability to affect them. Now the plain truth crashed down all at once. His chest heaved, the muscles in his throat constricted. Suddenly he leaped up again and tore the letter once, twice, thrice before their eyes. Then he ran for the stateroom door.

'Wait, wait!' they cried, as Thasha dashed for cover.

But it was too late. Fiffengurt threw the door wide. And there at the cross-pa.s.sage, some twenty feet away, stood Dr Chadfallow.

The surgeon's jaw dropped. Realizing what he had done, Fiffengurt slammed the door anew. Then he beat his head against it until it shook.

'Fool, fool, fool!'

'Stop that!' hissed Thasha. 'Pazel, Chadfallow knows - he looked me right in the face. Go after him! Hurry!'

'I don't trust him,' said Pazel bitterly.

Thasha dragged him to the door. 'We have to tell him something something - he's supposed to be embalming me! Oh, catch him, Pazel, quickly, before he talks! And get back in here as fast as you can.' - he's supposed to be embalming me! Oh, catch him, Pazel, quickly, before he talks! And get back in here as fast as you can.'

She opened the door just wide enough to shove him out. Chadfallow had not moved from his spot at the intersection of the pa.s.sages. His face was bewildered, and he seemed unable to catch his breath.

'What have you been doing, boy? ' he stammered. ' he stammered.

'It was the only way to save her,' Pazel said. 'We had to make Arunis believe she was dead.'

'You fooled someone far more difficult than that sorcerer. You fooled me. How did you do it?'

Pazel shook his head. They had made a promise to Diadrelu: no other humans would learn that ixchel were aboard without permission from the clan.

Chadfallow stared at him fixedly. 'What would Ramachni make of this showing off?' he demanded.

'Showing off?' said Pazel. 'Ignus, what are you talking about? Anyway, Ramachni's gone.'

The doctor looked as though he'd been struck in the face. 'Gone, now? He leaves us now now?'

'He had to,' said Pazel. 'He was so worn out he could barely walk. Look, if you won't come in--'

'I am no mage,' Chadfallow interrupted, 'but I know more about these arts than you ever shall, boy. I know their dangers, their limits. Above all I know what they do to those who dabble in them untrained.'

'So naturally,' snapped Pazel before he could stop himself, 'you helped Mother experiment on me and Neda.'

Chadfallow was furious. 'Helped? You wretch, I opposed it with all my heart!' You wretch, I opposed it with all my heart!'

'After providing everything she needed,' said Pazel. 'The books, the strange little jars and potions - the custard apples.'

Chadfallow appeared to bite back a retort, and Pazel nodded, satisfied. It had been a guess, but a safe one. The night before his mother tried her hand at spellcraft, the doctor had come to their house in Ormael with a bundle wrapped in heavy cloth. Long after the children were in bed he had argued bitterly with Pazel's mother, and finally left in a rage. The next morning she had greeted Pazel and Neda with frothing mugs of custard-apple juice.

'I had no idea what use she had in mind for those apples,' said Chadfallow. 'I was thrown out that night, if you care to know. Such apparently is the fate of those who would befriend your family - to stand like fools on the threshold.'

He reached into his vest and withdrew a pale white cylinder. It was a parchment case, made of some fine wood. 'Is Ramachni truly gone?' he asked.

Pazel nodded again. 'I haven't been lying,' he said pointedly. haven't been lying,' he said pointedly.

It was the last straw for Chadfallow. Grimacing, he tore open the case and pulled out a sheet of parchment. He held it up to Pazel, displaying an elegant, formal script. Then (much in the same manner as Fiffengurt) he tore the sheet to pieces, flinging the bits in the air as he did so. When the deed was done he turned on his heel and left.

All this Pazel watched with folded arms. He barely noticed when the door behind him opened and Neeps stepped close.

'I guess he didn't care to come in, eh mate?'

'I guess not.'

Neeps went forward and picked up a few bits of parchment. He turned them this way and that, fitting them together. Then he grew still.

'Pazel,' he said. 'Come here.'

Pazel didn't much care what the parchment said. Anything from Chadfallow's hand was a lie. But there was something odd in Neeps' voice. He moved behind Neeps and read over his shoulder.

- ay, 26 Halar 941 - der the auspices of His Royal Highness King Os.h.i.+ram of Simja: Negotiant: Dr Espl. Ignus CHADFALLOW Envoy Extraordinaire to His Supremacy Magad V, Emperor of Arqual and The Honourable Acheleg EHRAL Vocal, Court of His Celestial Highness King Somolar of the Holy Mzithrin LET THESE BE THE NAMES PUT FORWARD BY ARQUAL: LORD FALSTAM II OF ETHERHORDE, COMMODORE GILES JASBREA OF ETHERHORDE [HIS LIVING PERSON OR UNDESECRATED REMAINS], TARTISHEN OF OPALT [SON OF LADY TARTISHEN], SUTHINIA PATHKENDLE OF ORMAEL (NON-NEGOT.), NEDA PATHKENDLE OF ORMAEL (NON-NEGOT.), AREN MORDALE OF SORHN--.

Pazel s.n.a.t.c.hed at the bits of parchment. Suddenly nothing else mattered. 'This was written in Halar - last spring.' Pazel's mind was racing. 'That was two months before we sailed. He's been carrying this blary thing all along!' He's been carrying this blary thing all along!'

Neeps picked up the last of the pieces. 'There's another list here,' he said, 'with Mzithrini names, or I'm a dog! Pazel, do you realise what this is?'

Pazel looked at him blankly. Then all at once he went sprinting after Chadfallow.

'Ignus! Ignus!'