Shield Of Thunder Part 7

Sadness settled on her as she thought again of Dios. She regretted missing the ritual farewell the next day but promised herself that wherever the Xanthos Xanthos beached that night, she would speak her own words of goodbye to his shade. The chariot lurched forward. Andromache grabbed the rail as the vehicle thundered toward the beach. beached that night, she would speak her own words of goodbye to his shade. The chariot lurched forward. Andromache grabbed the rail as the vehicle thundered toward the beach.

And there, in the distance, she saw the mighty Xanthos. Xanthos. Twice the size of any s.h.i.+p on the King's Beach, the Twice the size of any s.h.i.+p on the King's Beach, the Xanthos Xanthos lay half-in, half-out of the water, resting slightly to one side. Despite the great bulk, the wars.h.i.+p had grace and beauty. As the chariot clattered down to the beach, drawing up close to the lay half-in, half-out of the water, resting slightly to one side. Despite the great bulk, the wars.h.i.+p had grace and beauty. As the chariot clattered down to the beach, drawing up close to the Xanthos, Xanthos, the first rays of the rising sun speared over the horizon, turning the polished oak timbers to gold. the first rays of the rising sun speared over the horizon, turning the polished oak timbers to gold.

The Xanthos, Xanthos, still and serene, was surrounded by people: crewmen s.h.i.+nnying up ropes to the top deck, beachmasters and their workers loading cargo, early-rising fishermen and home-going wh.o.r.es lingering to watch the launch. still and serene, was surrounded by people: crewmen s.h.i.+nnying up ropes to the top deck, beachmasters and their workers loading cargo, early-rising fishermen and home-going wh.o.r.es lingering to watch the launch.

As she got down from the chariot, Andromache wondered for a moment how they were going to get on board, but as they neared the s.h.i.+p, a st.u.r.dy wooden ladder was pa.s.sed down to the sand at the stern. At the top she could see the rea.s.suring figure of Gershom leaning down over the rail. He waved and called out a greeting.

Then curly-haired Oniacus trudged across the sand. "Can you manage, lady? You can sit in a sling if you prefer."

"To be hauled up like livestock, Oniacus? My sister and I can manage a ladder." She softened the sharp words with a smile, remembering that the man only recently had lost his family at Dardanos.

"The rest of your belongings are already aboard," he said. "They are stored at the rear of the lower deck."

"And the ebony box?" she asked.

Oniacus nodded. "Safe, lady, alongside your luggage. Your bow is there also, and two fine quivers. Let us hope you do not find use for them-beyond practice, I mean."

Andromache saw that Ka.s.sandra was about to speak and cut across her. "Thank you, Oniacus," she said. "We also took your advice and brought extra warm clothing. Oiled woolen cloaks and leggings."

"That is good. The weather may be savagely cold and wet."

Andromache took Ka.s.sandra by the arm and led her to the ladder. "You go up first," she told her. "I will follow and steady your foot if you slip."

Ka.s.sandra laughed. "You think I am some drooling defective who has never climbed a ladder?" Lifting the hem of her dark ankle-length tunic, she almost ran up the ladder, taking Gershom's hand and leaping over the rail. Andromache followed her.

Safely on the aft deck by the carved steering oar, Andromache immediately glanced around for sight of Helikaon. He was not yet aboard, and she felt a pang of disappointment. The crewmen amids.h.i.+ps were hauling aboard cargo: bales of embroidered cloth, st.u.r.dy wooden chests, nets full of bread and fruit, and hundreds of small amphorae strung together with twine and padded with straw. Other crewmen then lowered the goods to the hold.

Oniacus vaulted over the deck rail and opened a hatch in the deck by Andromache's feet. Climbing down to the second oar deck, he called out greetings to the men below. The buzz of conversation continued as the oarsmen began to swap stories and catch up on news of their comrades. All of them seemed cheerful at the prospect of getting under way.

Andromache felt it, too, the exhilaration running through the golden s.h.i.+p. She glanced at Ka.s.sandra. The girl's eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and she gazed around with wonder. Because of her strangeness it was easy to forget that Ka.s.sandra was little more than a child-and a child about to embark on a great adventure.

"Let us get you both settled," Gershom said. "We are sailing soon." He stared hard at Ka.s.sandra as if he knew her. "Come," he said, then led the two women along the central aisle.

Andromache could see some of the Xanthos Xanthos' battle scars. There were fire-blackened rows of decking that needed renewal, and part of the starboard rail had been repaired roughly with planks. Three carpenters were busy replacing a section of rail on the port side. They were hammering feverishly.

As she reached the tabernacle, the box at the center of the s.h.i.+p into which the mast sank securely, Andromache saw that a circular wooden seat had been built around the thick oak mast. Plaited ropes had been fixed as handholds. There were half-finished carvings around the edges of the seat.

"We are expecting some rough weather," Gershom explained. "Even the most experienced sailors can feel nausea in winter storms. The center of the s.h.i.+p heaves about least in rough seas. Come here if you feel unwell or if a storm is looming."

Andromache nodded and glanced at Ka.s.sandra. She looked a little frightened now, and her face had turned pale. Gershom continued on toward the foredeck. Glancing down through open hatches, Andromache could see the oarsmen taking their places in the rowing seats on the lower deck. They were laughing and shouting and pa.s.sing water skins back and forth. They kept their eyes averted, but she knew they were all aware of the two princesses walking above their heads.

On the foredeck a yellow canopy had been set up to make a private s.p.a.ce for the women. Gershom explained that this was where the pair could sleep and spend their days during the voyage. Andromache was used to such arrangements on her trips to and from Thera, but Ka.s.sandra looked aghast.

"It's so small," she whispered to Andromache.

Andromache was about to point out that the Xanthos Xanthos' foredeck was roomier than any other on the Great Green, when silence fell over the s.h.i.+p. She looked back to see Helikaon climbing onto the aft deck. His long dark hair had been tied back in a ponytail, and he was wearing a simple tunic of faded blue. A change came over the crew, a quiet that spoke more of respect than of fear, she believed. She sensed the power in him. It called out directly to her blood, and she tore her gaze away, her face reddening.

Eight burly crewmen ran to the foredeck and, splitting up into two teams of four, untied two long ropes fastened to a thick support. Andromache was intrigued. "What are they doing?" she asked Gershom.

"Getting ready to haul up the anchors. The Xanthos Xanthos is a heavy beast and hard to launch. We drop the anchors a little way from our mooring place; then, when the men heave on the ropes, it helps pull the hull into the water." is a heavy beast and hard to launch. We drop the anchors a little way from our mooring place; then, when the men heave on the ropes, it helps pull the hull into the water."

From all over the King's Beach Andromache watched men come running. Crewmen from other s.h.i.+ps, fishermen, beachmasters, even foreign traders all worked together, putting their shoulders to the golden hull of the Xanthos Xanthos to push her out into the bay. to push her out into the bay.

For a moment it seemed the s.h.i.+p would not move. Then a voice shouted, "Again!" There was a pause, the timbers creaked, there was a deep groaning sound, the s.h.i.+p moved forward a pace, then another, then suddenly slid into the water, and they were free and afloat. The men on the foredeck tied off their ropes, leaving the stone anchors sluicing water on specially strengthened sections of planking.

The people on the beach cheered as the eighty oars were run out. Then came the deep voice of Oniacus from belowdecks, supplying a rhythmic beat for the rowers.

"One was an oarsman, was an oarsman,They say he was a bad man,One was a slinger, was a slinger,And certainly a sad man.

One was a wh.o.r.eson, was a wh.o.r.eson,They say he was a madman,One was a singer was a singerWho never was a glad man."

The Xanthos Xanthos moved smoothly away from the beach. The wind was from the north, from Thraki, and the galley made slow progress for a while as the oarsmen battled the strong headwind to get out of the shallow Bay of Troy. The s.h.i.+p moved as if through glue. moved smoothly away from the beach. The wind was from the north, from Thraki, and the galley made slow progress for a while as the oarsmen battled the strong headwind to get out of the shallow Bay of Troy. The s.h.i.+p moved as if through glue.

"Let's pick it up, you lazy cowsons!" Oniacus yelled. "Mark of four!"

"One had a sword trick, had a sword trick,One had a treasure, had a treasure,One had a big p.r.i.c.k, had a big p.r.i.c.k,One had the pleasure." had the pleasure."

The oars sliced into the churning water and the s.h.i.+p picked up speed, but it was heavy going, the tide and the wind seeking to drive the great vessel back toward Troy. The two women stood hand in hand watching the Golden City recede slowly behind them.

"I will never see Troy again," Ka.s.sandra said. Andromache had heard her speak those words before, and she had no answer, so she said nothing but put her arm around her and gently turned her so that they faced the way they were traveling.

"We must look forward," she said, "not dwell on our sadness." The image of her son's sleeping face invaded her mind and tore at her heart.

"The s.h.i.+p is very slow," Ka.s.sandra said, staring at the muddy water creeping by below them. She seemed disappointed.

"We will soon be reaching the cape," Andromache replied. "After that you will see your dolphin bay and King's Joy."

The Cape of Tides was the farthest point north they had to travel. After that the s.h.i.+p would turn south for the long voyage down the coast. As the Xanthos Xanthos cleared the Bay of Troy, the fierce current in the straits s.n.a.t.c.hed at her. The vessel lurched and then picked up speed. The prow began to swing. The skill of the oarsmen came into play, with those on the port side, closest to the land, dipping their blades and pulling hard and those on the starboard lifting their oars clear. The cleared the Bay of Troy, the fierce current in the straits s.n.a.t.c.hed at her. The vessel lurched and then picked up speed. The prow began to swing. The skill of the oarsmen came into play, with those on the port side, closest to the land, dipping their blades and pulling hard and those on the starboard lifting their oars clear. The Xanthos Xanthos straightened. Gershom shouted an order, and six crewmen sprang to haul up the yard. The great sail was unfurled, flapping ferociously against its stays, and as the black horse came into view, the men all shouted. The rowers drew in their oars. The strong north wind filled the sail. straightened. Gershom shouted an order, and six crewmen sprang to haul up the yard. The great sail was unfurled, flapping ferociously against its stays, and as the black horse came into view, the men all shouted. The rowers drew in their oars. The strong north wind filled the sail.

And the Xanthos Xanthos leaped forward on its journey south. leaped forward on its journey south.

CHAPTER SIX.

THE GREAT CIRCLE.

Clouds had begun to gather as the Xanthos Xanthos sailed south down the coast, heading toward the distant chain of islands known as the Great Circle. Standing at the prow, Gershom stared at the sky, his mood brittle. Though he did not speak of it, he still had nightmares of s.h.i.+pwrecks and drowning in which he clung again to the driftwood with bleeding fingers as the storm raged around him. The big man s.h.i.+vered at the memory and focused on the dark, lowering clouds. sailed south down the coast, heading toward the distant chain of islands known as the Great Circle. Standing at the prow, Gershom stared at the sky, his mood brittle. Though he did not speak of it, he still had nightmares of s.h.i.+pwrecks and drowning in which he clung again to the driftwood with bleeding fingers as the storm raged around him. The big man s.h.i.+vered at the memory and focused on the dark, lowering clouds.

He had been an oarsman on a cargo s.h.i.+p overloaded with copper oxhide ingots. It had broken up in what sailors called a blow. Gershom had been the only survivor. He did not allow himself often to dwell on those dreadful days after the wreck, but he was feeling ill at ease on this voyage.

Gershom glanced back to where the pa.s.sengers were standing on the rear deck. Andromache was gazing out at the barren islands, but the dark-haired, moon-touched girl was staring at him again. He found her gaze unsettling.

Helikaon joined him at the prow. "We'll find a secluded bay," he said, "and put out scouts."

"You think we could be attacked this close to Trojan waters?"

"Probably not, but then, I expect Dios felt safe in a Trojan marketplace."

Gershom fell silent for a moment. The a.s.sa.s.sination two days earlier had shocked them all, especially when, under torture, the killer's son had admitted they were seeking to kill Helikaon. His father's poor eyesight had led him to attack Dios. Gershom looked at his friend, seeing the hurt in his eyes. "In Egypte," he said, "the priests say a man's life is calculated in a celestial sand measure. When the sand runs out, his life ends."

"We do not hold to that belief," Helikaon replied. "I wish it had been me in that marketplace."

"You would prefer to be dead?"

Helikaon shook his head. "I wouldn't be be dead. I would never have walked among the crowds unarmed, and I do not believe a fat merchant would have been fast enough to surprise me." dead. I would never have walked among the crowds unarmed, and I do not believe a fat merchant would have been fast enough to surprise me."

Gershom smiled. "Karpophorus surprised you, my friend. But yes, you are a tougher man than Dios ever was. Even so, you are not invulnerable. Do not let arrogance blind you to that fact."

Helikaon took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "I know what you say is true, Gershom. And I did did like that fat merchant, so perhaps he would have gotten close to me. We will never know." like that fat merchant, so perhaps he would have gotten close to me. We will never know."

"Was the son executed?"

"Not yet. The other boy was discovered hiding in a warehouse. They are both to die tomorrow. Priam has decided they will burn alive on Dios' funeral pyre and serve him on the Dark Road."

"They deserve no less," Gershom commented. He flicked a glance to the rear deck and cursed softly. "Why does she keep staring at me?"

Helikaon laughed. "She is barely more than a child. Why does she bother you so?"

"I have never been comfortable around the insane. They are so...unpredictable. I saw her in Troy after we docked. She told me that my head was full of mist and that one day I would see clearly. Her words have been going around and around inside my head. What do they mean?"

Helikaon put his hand on Gershom's shoulder and leaned in close. "One moment you say she is insane, the next you look for meaning in her words? Is that not itself a sign of madness?"

Gershom grunted. "And that that is why I am uncomfortable around them. I fear their afflictions can be transmitted like the plague. If I stand too close, I will begin howling at the moon." is why I am uncomfortable around them. I fear their afflictions can be transmitted like the plague. If I stand too close, I will begin howling at the moon."

"She is not insane, my friend. Cursed would be more accurate. As a babe she was struck down with the brain fire. Most infants die when afflicted with it, but she recovered. From that moment she was fey."

"Could she be a true seer?"

Helikaon shrugged. "Ka.s.sandra once told me that she and Hektor and I would live forever. Later she said that she would die high in the sky, sitting upon a rock, and that three kings would take to the clouds with her. Does either sound like genuine prophecy to you?"

As Helikaon spoke, the clouds suddenly cleared and brilliant sunlight sparkled upon the sea. Islands of dull gray and brown rock instantly were transformed into s.h.i.+ning silver and red gold. Light from the setting sun shone brightly on the undersides of the rain clouds, turning them to glistening coral. Gershom gazed in awestruck wonder at the glory of the sunset.

"Have you ever seen such beauty?" Helikaon whispered.

Gershom was about to agree, when he saw that Helikaon was staring toward the rear of the s.h.i.+p. Gershom turned and saw Andromache, framed in golden light, her yellow dress s.h.i.+mmering as if formed from molten gold. She was smiling and pointing out to sea. Gershom swung his gaze to starboard and saw a dolphin rise from the water, then dive deep.

"It is Cavala," he heard Ka.s.sandra call out happily.

The girl ran to the starboard rail and called out.

The dolphin gave a high-pitched cry, as if answering her, then leaped high into the air, spinning as it rose. Drops of water sprayed from its body, the bright sunlight turning them to diamonds.

It swam alongside the s.h.i.+p for a while, occasionally leaping and diving, but when the Xanthos Xanthos swung toward a protected bay, it gave a last cry and then disappeared toward the west. swung toward a protected bay, it gave a last cry and then disappeared toward the west.

Gershom saw that the dark-haired girl once more was looking at him. She looked so sad, and Gershom was suddenly sorry for her. He lifted his hand and waved at her.

She answered him with a smile, then turned away.

The moon was high and the night cold as Helikaon, wrapped in a heavy coat of dark wool, climbed to the top of the cliffs overlooking the southern sea. Most of the crewmen were sleeping on the beach below, huddled together for warmth. Others, much to the annoyance of the cooks, were crouched close around the early breakfast fires burning on the sand.

It would get much colder yet, Helikaon knew. There would be ice and snow in the Seven Hills and sleet storms along the way. Squatting down away from the wind, he stared out to sea, picturing the route along the coast and then through the Great Circle to Thera. With luck they would encounter no war fleets this late in the year, and few pirate captains would have the nerve to attack the Xanthos. Xanthos.

No, the dangers would come farther west and on the journey home. He sighed and corrected himself. Dangers from the sea, anyway. His thoughts darkened as he recalled the merchant Plouteus. A good, honest man and a shrewd trader. Helikaon never would have considered him a threat, and Gershom was right: The fat merchant would would have gotten close enough to make a mortal strike. How many others had been approached, hired, threatened, or suborned? Were there men on this s.h.i.+p waiting for the opportunity to kill him? have gotten close enough to make a mortal strike. How many others had been approached, hired, threatened, or suborned? Were there men on this s.h.i.+p waiting for the opportunity to kill him?

He thought again of the merchant's son Perdiccas. He had been babbling and begging by the time Helikaon had arrived in the cells. One of his eyes had been burned out, and he was bleeding from a score of shallow wounds. The torturers were weary and disgusted with the lack of information. At first they had thought the lad was showing great bravery, but then they had discovered he actually knew nothing and they had been wasting their time and their skills.

Helikaon knelt beside the weeping Perdiccas. "Do you remember me?" he asked softly.

"I do...I am so sorry, lord. So sorry."

"Why was the attack so hurried? You could have come to my home or waited for nightfall. Why in bright daylight?"

"Father was told you were sailing south either that day or the next. There was no time for planning." He burst into tears again. "Please forgive me, Helikaon."

"I forgive you. You stood by your father. What else could you do?"

"Will the torture end now?

"I think that it will."

"Thank the G.o.ds."

Helikaon had left him then, climbing away from the stench of the dungeons and out into bright sunlight. Perdiccas would not be thanking the G.o.ds when they dragged him out and threw him, bound and gagged, onto the funeral pyre of the man he had murdered.

He thought over what the doomed young man had told him. The Mykene had known he was sailing south. Did that mean there was a traitor on board the Xanthos Xanthos or within Priam's inner circle? Or could it simply be a sailor bragging to a wh.o.r.e about his coming travels and the wh.o.r.e pa.s.sing on the information to a Mykene spy? or within Priam's inner circle? Or could it simply be a sailor bragging to a wh.o.r.e about his coming travels and the wh.o.r.e pa.s.sing on the information to a Mykene spy?

If it was the latter, there was no harm done. No one on the crew knew their destination, only that they were heading south. If, however, there was a traitor within the palace, the enemy would know he was heading for Thera.

The wind dropped. The eastern sky was growing paler now, the dawn approaching. In that moment Helikaon heard the sound of furtive movement. Stepping swiftly to his left, he drew his sword and spun.

A few paces away a s.h.a.ggy goat rose on its hind legs and leaped for the shelter of the rocks. Helikaon smiled, sheathed his sword, and made his way back along the cliff top. He paused to gaze down on the Xanthos, Xanthos, his thoughts a mixture of joy and regret. She was the s.h.i.+p of his dreams, and he still remembered everything about the first day of her voyage, from the clumsy crewmen who dropped an amphora of wine to the sudden wind that blew Khalkeus' hat over the side. What a day that had been! The crewmen were terrified of sailing the Death s.h.i.+p. Even Zidantas, who always claimed to fear nothing, was ashen when the storm struck. his thoughts a mixture of joy and regret. She was the s.h.i.+p of his dreams, and he still remembered everything about the first day of her voyage, from the clumsy crewmen who dropped an amphora of wine to the sudden wind that blew Khalkeus' hat over the side. What a day that had been! The crewmen were terrified of sailing the Death s.h.i.+p. Even Zidantas, who always claimed to fear nothing, was ashen when the storm struck.

Zidantas!

Murdered and beheaded by the Mykene. As Dios had been murdered, and Pausanius, and Argurios and Laodike. And little Dio and his mother, Halysia.