Percepliquis Part 24

Everyone else cleared out of the way as Hadrian, Elden, and Royce went to work twisting the yards and tying off. The s.h.i.+p turned its nose out to sea and the wind filled the sails, pus.h.i.+ng it over to one side. "Tacks and sheets, catch that wind!"

Arista grabbed hold of the rail, frightened at the sudden speed the s.h.i.+p acquired and the disturbing tilt of the deck. Concerned that they were about to capsize, she watched apprehensively as the mast leaned and the s.h.i.+p rode on its side.

"There she goes!" Wyatt exclaimed with a great smile on his lips. "Fly, Harbinger, fly!" As if the s.h.i.+p heard him, the bow broke through a crest, dove forward, and hurdled the surface until it splashed down with a burst of spray. "Atta girl!"

Arista carried the hot cup with difficulty. She held it with both hands, but the deck refused to stay in one place for long and caused her to stagger. She approached Myron, who sat s.h.i.+vering with his back against the base of the mast.

"Here," she said, kneeling down and holding out the steaming cup.

"For me?" he asked, and she nodded. He took the cup and sniffed. "It's tea?" he said as if the drink were some kind of miracle. "It's hot tea."

"You seemed like you could use something warm to drink."

Myron looked at her with an expression of such gratefulness she thought for a moment that he might cry. "I-I don't know what to say."

"It's just tea, Myron. It wasn't much work."

"You had to get the stove going, and that must have been difficult. I wouldn't know how to do that on board a s.h.i.+p."

"I-ah, I didn't use the stove."

"But you had to boil the water... Oh," he said, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, I used a little trick." She wiggled her fingers.

He looked back down at the cup.

"If you don't want it, that's okay. I just thought-"

He lifted the cup and took a noisy sip. "It's wonderful. Created by magic and made for me by a royal princess. This is the best tea I've ever had. Thank you."

She laughed a bit and sat down before the lurching of the s.h.i.+p knocked her over. "Lately, I sometimes forget I am a princess. I haven't thought of myself that way for a really long time."

"Still, it is astoundingly thoughtful."

"It's what I can do," she said. "I feel useless lately. The least I can do is cook. Problem is, I really don't know how. But I can boil water like n.o.body's business. I'd like to make a cup for Royce. Hadrian says he gets seasick and I always thought tea soothed the stomach, but he's up in the rigging. Still, at the rate we're traveling I don't think it will be much longer before we land."

Myron tilted the cup to his lips and sipped. "It tastes wonderful. You did an excellent job."

She smirked at him. "You'd say that even if it was awful. I get the impression I could serve you dishwater and you'd act perfectly happy."

He nodded. "That is true, only I wouldn't be acting."

She opened her mouth to protest, then stopped. "You really mean that, don't you?"

He nodded and took another sip.

"It doesn't take much to please you, does it, Myron?"

"Antun Bulard once wrote 'When you expect nothing from the world-not the light of the sun, the wet of water, nor the air to breathe-everything is a wonder and every moment a gift.' "

"And you expect nothing from the world?"

He looked at her, puzzled. "I'm a monk."

She smiled and nodded. "You need to teach me to be a monk. I expect too much. I want too much... things I can't have."

"Desire can be painful, but so can regret."

"That is the one thing I have too much of."

"Sail!" Royce shouted from somewhere above them.

"Where?" Wyatt called from the wheel.

"Off the starboard bow, you'll be able to see it in another minute."

Arista and Myron got to their feet and moved to the rail. The dark prow of the Harbinger cut a white slice through the luminous green waves. Ahead, the city was much closer. Arista could see some detail in the buildings-windows, doorways, stairs, and domes.

"Which side is the starboard side?" she asked.

"The right side," Myron told her. "Starboard is derived from what they used to call the rudder-the sterobord-which was always on the right side of a s.h.i.+p, because most people are right handed. As a result, when docking, the one steering a s.h.i.+p always pulled up placing the opposite side of the s.h.i.+p next to the pier so it didn't interfere with his paddling, or the rudder. And of course that side, the left side, was the port side. Or so Hill McDavin explained in Chronicles of Maritime Commerce and Trade Practices of the Kilnar Union."

"Hadrian said you could do stuff like that-but until you see it, it's hard to believe. It's amazing that you can remember so many things."

"Everyone has talents. It's like magic, I guess."

"Yes," she said, nodding slowly. "I suppose it is."

"Look," Myron told her, pointing.

She spotted dark sails coming out of the dim light. They were far larger than their own-big sweeping triangles of black canvas with a white mark emblazoned on them. The design was a symbol of slashes that looked vaguely like a skull.

"Everyone get down!" Wyatt shouted. "Royce, tell me if they change course toward us!"

Arista and Myron lay down on the deck but continued to peer out at the approaching vessel. The hull came into view as if out of a green fog. It too was black and glistened with the ocean's spray, looking like smoked gla.s.s. With the underside reflecting the unholy glow of the sea, the s.h.i.+p appeared ominous. It looked as if it were something not of their world at all.

A light flashed from the top of the masts.

"They are signaling us," Royce called down.

"d.a.m.n," Wyatt said. "That's going to be a problem."

"She's changing course toward us."

"Hands to the braces!" Wyatt shouted as he spun the wheel and the Harbinger turned away from the oncoming s.h.i.+p. "They're onto us now."

Arista heard a faint shout across the water and she could see movement; small dark figures loped across the deck. As she saw them, a chill ran through her. Like anyone, she had heard tales of the Ba Ran Ghazel-the sea goblins. They were the stuff of legends. Nora, Arista's nursemaid, had told her fairy stories at bedtime. Most often the tales were about greedy dwarves that kidnapped spoiled princesses, who were always saved by a das.h.i.+ng prince in the end. But sometimes, she spoke about the Ghazel. No prince ever saved a princess from them, no matter how das.h.i.+ng. The Ghazel were vile creatures of the dark, inhuman monsters, the children of a malevolent G.o.d. Nora's tales of the Ghazel always included villages burned, warriors killed, and children taken-not to be ransomed but to be feasted on. The Ghazel always ate their victims.

When Arista was sitting in her bed, wrapped in blankets, surrounded by pillows, and safe in the warmth and light of a crackling fireplace, Nora's tales were fun. She always imagined dwarves as nasty little men and fairies as tiny winged girls, but the Ghazel she could never conjure entirely-even in the vast imaginings of her childish mind. They were always as they appeared now: distant threatening shadows exhibiting fast jerky movements that no human could make. Nora had always begun her stories the same way: "Not all of this story is true, but enough is..." Looking out at the s.h.i.+p, and the dark figures on the deck, Arista wondered if Nora had realized just how true they were.

The Harbinger pivoted under Wyatt's deft hand, sheering away to the left. Arista and Myron lost sight of the Ghazel s.h.i.+p. They ran back to the stern, where Wyatt stood holding the wheel with one hand while looking back over his shoulder. The Ghazel s.h.i.+p had matched their tack and was coming up on their stern.

"Everyone to the lee side!"

"Oh, now which side is that?" Arista asked Myron.

"Opposite of windward, ah-right now it is the starboard side."

"What in Maribor's name is wrong with left and right?"

As soon as they reached the starboard rail, she knew why Wyatt had ordered them there. As he cranked the wheel, the wind pressed the Harbinger's sails and bent the s.h.i.+p over on its beam, forcing it dangerously close to capsizing. The starboard side rose higher and higher.

Arista wrapped her arms around the rail to keep from sliding and Myron did the same. Farther up the deck, Magnus looked terrified as he clutched the side, his feet skidding and slipping on the wet boards. If the s.h.i.+p had flown before, it was doing something unheard of now. They no longer dipped and rose, but like a bar of soap running across a washboard, they hammered the crests as they went. The s.h.i.+p felt like a stone being skipped across a lake.

"Ha-ha!" Wyatt jeered, the wind ripping the words from his mouth so that she barely heard him. "Match that with your overweight trow!"

She watched Wyatt, with his feet in place against the stock, his arms holding the wheel, hugging it to his chest like a lover, his hair blowing, the spray bathing him. He wore a grin and she was not certain whether she should be happy or concerned. The rest of them hung on in desperation as the race sent them across the luminous sea.

Arista noticed the pain in her arm lessening, the s.h.i.+p righting itself, their speed dropping. She glanced at Wyatt and saw a look of concern.

"They're stealing our wind," he grumbled.

"How are they doing that?" Alric asked.

"They are putting us in their wind shadow, moving their s.h.i.+p in line with ours, blocking it-depriving us. Hands to the braces! Starboard tack!"

The s.h.i.+p was nearly flat now, allowing Hadrian and Elden to run. They cast off ropes and pulled the yard around again, the big sail flapping as Wyatt turned the s.h.i.+p to catch the wind from the other side. Overhead, Royce moved among the top lines, working the upper sail.

"Haul those sheets in!" They caught the wind once more and the s.h.i.+p set off again. "All hands to port!"

Arista was ahead of him, already running across the deck to renew her grip on the rail. She knew what was coming this time and got her feet planted securely before the side of the s.h.i.+p rose. Beyond the stern, she could see the following s.h.i.+p already turning to mimic their action, the great black sails with the skull-like symbols flapping loose as they came around. They were much closer now. She could clearly see the creatures crawling across the deck, climbing ropes. Dozens of them had gathered near the bow. It frightened her to see them move. They skidded along on all fours like spiders-a s.h.i.+pload of huge black tarantulas-so tightly packed they climbed over each other just to move about.

The Harbinger skipped the waves again, racing directly at the city, but it was no use. The following s.h.i.+p, with its larger bank of sails, was still eating up the distance between them and moved to cut their wind again.

"Elden, Hadrian!" Wyatt called. "I will be going about, but when I do, I will then change my mind and go back to my previous tack, do you understand? The moment you get my signal, run the jib up to port."

Hadrian looked at Elden, who was nodding. "Show him, Elden. This has to go perfectly or we're dead in the water. Also, get Alric and Mauvin on the lines. More hands will make this easier. The moment we are back on tack and under way, drop the jib. Let's see how good their crew is. They have the advantage of more canvas, so let's turn that against them. With all that sail, it will take them longer to recover, and if they don't pull back in time, they will stall."

"Your Highness," he said, addressing Arista, "I will need to be facing forward to time this just right, so you need to be my eyes astern. I need you to watch the Ghazel s.h.i.+p and tell me the moment you see them starting to come around, got that?"

"Yes," she replied, nodding in case her feeble voice was lost in the wind.

"Then get forward and hang on."

She nodded again and began crawling to the front of the s.h.i.+p, moving hand over hand along the rail.

"Stand by to come about!" Wyatt shouted.

He waited. She watched as the Ghazel s.h.i.+p once more glided over, aligning itself, eclipsing their wind. Wyatt flexed his fingers on the wheel and took a deep breath. He even closed his eyes for a moment, perhaps saying a silent prayer; then he stiffened his back and turned the wheel hard over.

The s.h.i.+p sheered back to port. "Tacks and sheets!"

Elden and Hadrian went to work once more, and Mauvin and Alric followed their directions, pulling the yards round. Arista focused her gaze on the Ghazel s.h.i.+p behind them. She could feel the Harbinger s.h.i.+fting, sensed it slowing underneath her as it started to lose the wind.

"They're turning!" she shouted as she saw the Ghazel coming about. The tiny spiders scattered across their deck in sudden fury. They were not just trying to match their turn; they were trying to beat them to it.

Wyatt did nothing.

"They're turning," she yelled again.

"I heard you," he said. "We need to wait for them to be fully committed."

Arista gripped the rail with nervous hands, feeling the s.h.i.+p moving slower and slower.

"Avast!" he finally shouted. "Back all braces! Raise the jib!"

The s.h.i.+p still had some wind, still some forward motion to it, and when Wyatt turned the wheel, it responded. The jib out front had the angle and caught what was left of the wind, turning the bow. A wave caught them dead on and broke, was.h.i.+ng the deck, but the s.h.i.+p held true. The sails caught the wind and filled. Elden hauled down the jib as once more the Harbinger flew.

Behind them, the Ghazel realized their mistake but were too late. They tried to mimic the turn and she watched as their sails went slack.

Wyatt looked behind them. "They're lost, stalled in the eye of the wind," he declared, grinning, his chest heaving with excitement. "It will take them several minutes to catch it again. By then we will-"

"Sail!" Royce shouted. "Starboard bow!"

Wyatt's grin melted as his head turned. Ahead of them appeared a s.h.i.+p that looked nearly identical to the one behind. It flashed a light and behind them the other Ghazel s.h.i.+p replied.

Wyatt looked fore and aft and she could see the story written clearly in lines of fear on his face. Through great skill, and a bit of luck, they had barely managed to avoid one s.h.i.+p. They would not fare well against two.

"Sail! Port bow!" Royce shouted, and she could see Wyatt visibly slump against the wheel as if struck from behind.

Wyatt lay off the wheel and let the s.h.i.+p slow and level off. There was no need to hasten their approach. Everyone on board looked to him.

"What now?" Alric asked, coming aft.

Wyatt did not reply. He just turned his head, looking back and forth at the s.h.i.+ps. His forehead glistened. He bit his lip, and Arista noticed his left hand starting to shake.

"We're out of options, aren't we?" Alric asked.

"This s.h.i.+p doesn't even have nets to impede boarders," Wyatt replied.

"How will they attack?" Hadrian asked. "Will they board?"

"Eventually, yes, but first they will clear the deck with arrows."

"Fire?"

"No," Wyatt replied. "They have us. We're boxed in, overwhelmed. They will want the s.h.i.+p."