The Ruling Sea Part 45

Rose was pulling every trick of speed a captain could in a desperate quarter-hour, backing the topsails, sheeting the jibs to windward and leeward with each tack, even firing cannon from the bow so that the recoil might aid the men's efforts at the braces. There was no hope of stealth, after all, not with that spy on the hilltop. With such a mismatch in fighting strength, moreover, the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq had to know that they would run. But would they even get the chance? had to know that they would run. But would they even get the chance?

Pulling herself up the quarterdeck ladder, Thasha found all the senior officers a.s.sembled, plus Ott and Chadfallow, and a huge Turach with a broad forehead and cold blue eyes: Drellarek's replacement, she presumed. She could no longer see any ghosts, although Uskins was pale enough to pa.s.s for one.

'We'll make it, surely?' he was saying. 'We'll just squeak out?'

'How d'ye expect us to answer you?' said Elkstem irritably. 'We don't know how close she is. We don't even know the windspeed out there.'

'In five minutes we shall,' said Rose.

The men were all cl.u.s.tered around him, between the binnacle and the rail. The captain was the only man not on his feet: he had sent for a stool and his campaign desk, and had them bolted securely to the deck. The stool was finished with some tawny hide, and swivelled; the desk looked like a large wooden box on legs. Then Rose sprung two latches and raised the lid. Inside was a writing s.p.a.ce protected by walls on three sides, and half-covered by a wooden canopy. There were small latched drawers, a stack of paper held down by battens, a plotting compa.s.s, an abacus and a knife.

Thasha found the sight of that desk alarming, and she saw that some of the officers did as well. Was Rose about to lose himself in paperwork paperwork ? Just how crazy was he? ? Just how crazy was he?

The captain began whittling a pencil. 'Attend me,' he said, as if the group would dream of doing anything else. 'This contest may end in minutes, or not for hours, or even days. If it ends swiftly we shall lose. The White Reaper is no idle nickname for the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq. Isn't that so, Mr Uskins?'

The first mate nodded. 'Beyond a doubt, Captain. She's a killer and she wants for nothing. An armoured bow, she has, and four s.h.i.+p-shattering bow carronades. And a hundred and forty long guns down each flank.'

'Twice our count,' said Rose, 'and a crew drilled constantly in their use. This s.h.i.+p will be matchwood if the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq rakes us with a broadside. And at a distance too they can best us. They'll be better shots, and aiming for a bigger target. They will also be faster, in these waters. Our size is nothing but a hazard, in short, until we find large waves and tearing wind.' rakes us with a broadside. And at a distance too they can best us. They'll be better shots, and aiming for a bigger target. They will also be faster, in these waters. Our size is nothing but a hazard, in short, until we find large waves and tearing wind.'

'Those may be close at hand, sir,' put in Alyash.

'Don't interrupt, Bosun!' snapped Fiffengurt. 'The captain's well aware of the conditions.'

'That I am,' said Rose. 'The storm brewing in the east will not be enough, however. Until the wind turns, Bramian herself will tame it. And there are shoals to either side of us, quelling the waves. No, we will not come into our own for two hours at the earliest. Until then we must stay alive. That means fire brigades, and chain-pumps, and any dead removed quickly to the surgical annexe, lest the sight of them demoralise the crew. Uskins, you will restrict Byrd and Tanner to strategic fire until further notice: we don't carry enough shot to waste it in a hopeless spray.

'And give no face but fury to the crew. Fury, gentlemen: not nerves, not rea.s.surance. Let them see nothing but the mortal danger of displeasing you. That will save them from worrying overmuch about the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq. Now then, Ott: will the Black Rags strike us with sorcery?'

(Obviously, Rose, whispered a voice from nowhere. Only Thasha and the captain raised their heads.) 'Depend on it,' said Ott. 'They have not brought Sathek's Sceptre all the way from Babqri just to send up a signal-flare.'

'What can they do with the thing? Change the winds?'

There were anxious hisses at the suggestion. But Ott shook his head. 'I haven't a clue,' he said, 'but it was for that sceptre that Arunis killed the Babqri Father.'

'And k.u.minzat's daughter, as it happened,' said Rose. 'Have we any other idea of their motives?'

Alyash cleared his throat. 'Captain Rose, the Father never quite believed in the Great Peace. And he had a particular fascination with the Chathrand Chathrand. We were already in his sights. It may be that he had already shared his suspicions with k.u.minzat and the other officers a.s.sembled for Treaty Day.'

Rose pursed his lips, as though he found the remark disappointingly simple. After a moment he said, 'Their greatest advantage may be that man on the hilltop. A view to either side of Sandplume could well decide this contest. What has become of your falcon, Mr Ott?'

An expression like none Thasha had ever seen on the man came over the Spymaster's face. It took her a moment to recognise it as sorrow. 'I dispatched Niriviel the morning we landed on Bramian,' he said, 'with orders to return within a day. He flew south into the Nelluroq, looking for sign of the Vortex. I fear he met with some . . . misfortune.'

Thasha felt stricken. The bird had almost hated her, but it made no difference. There was something beautiful about his loyalty to Sandor Ott. She hated to imagine him alone over the fabled whirlpool, battling the winds, dropping at last into the depths.

'Captain Rose,' she said, forcing herself back to the matter at hand.

'What is it?' he demanded.

'I don't think they can change the winds. In fact I don't think they can use the sceptre well at all, if the Father's dead. Only the most powerful mage-priests can use it safely. But the Father may have used it before before he died, to make his he died, to make his sfvantskor sfvantskor stronger, or the s.h.i.+p itself.' stronger, or the s.h.i.+p itself.'

'How in precious Pitfire could you know such things, girl?' scoffed Alyash.

Thasha looked at him evenly. 'I read a lot.'

'What Thasha says stands to reason,' said Chadfallow. 'The priest cannot have meant to set the whole hill on fire, when he was standing atop it. He may even have perished in the blaze.'

Rose turned on his stool. 'First Mate, you spoke with Arunis?'

'Aye, Captain. He's prowling about the jiggermast even now.' Uskins drew a deep breath. 'He was . . . of little help, sir.'

'No help, you mean?'

'He speculated that the sfvantskor sfvantskors present at the wedding ceremony had all boarded the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq, Captain. And he said that the priest wielding Sathek's Sceptre could not fail to sense the presence of the Nilstone.'

Rose looked thoughtful. 'Lieutenant Khalmet,' he said.

The blue-eyed soldier nodded. 'Sir.'

'Do you command the Turachs, now that Drellarek is dead?'

'No, sir. That would be Sergeant Haddismal. The sergeant is inspecting the ranks, and begs your pardon for not attending this meeting himself.'

'He does not have it,' said Rose. 'Tell Haddismal never again to ignore a summons from the captain. And have him redouble the guard on the s.h.a.ggat Ness. I don't want the sorcerer taking advantage of our circ.u.mstances to make some attempt to reach his king.'

'Oppo, Captain. And if I might venture a thought, sir: release the Tholja.s.san, Hercol Stanapeth, and let him have his bow. We cannot have too many marksmen.'

'Is that your commander's advice?'

'No, sir, merely my own. Sergeant Haddismal has not ventured an opinion.'

Thasha was stunned by Khalmet's words. Could he be on our side? A Turach, trained to throw his life away at a word from the Emperor ? Could he be on our side? A Turach, trained to throw his life away at a word from the Emperor ?

But the captain shook his head. 'Stanapeth defied my orders, and sent five of your comrades to the surgery. He is not to be freed unless the sfvantskor sfvantskors themselves come over our rails. Do I make myself clear?'

'Perfectly, Captain.'

'Mr Uskins,' said Rose, 'did Arunis have nothing else to say?'

Uskins hesitated. 'Sir, he told me we should drop sail and surrender, before the Reaper cuts us down.'

A brief silence fell. Thasha saw Rose's jaw tighten, and his gaze turn inward. He folded the knife, looked down at the blank paper before him, and suddenly began to sketch.

'Time to change tack,' he said, without looking up.

But everyone else did, and there were shouts and gasps, for they were little more than two s.h.i.+p's lengths from the western cliff. Fiffengurt, Uskins and Alyash flew to the rail, commands exploding from their lips. Elkstem rushed back to his mates at the wheel, and together they wrenched it to starboard, while five hundred backs strained on the deck below. The yards pivoted, the Chathrand Chathrand heeled over, a frothy wake boiled along the starboard bow, and they cleared the point with ten yards to spare. heeled over, a frothy wake boiled along the starboard bow, and they cleared the point with ten yards to spare.

From the main-top a voice shouted, 'We're free, we're free!' And like a slap of reprimand the full west wind struck the foremast and carried both topgallants away.

'Clew up! Save the rest!' screamed Alyash. They were out of the cove, and the wind was four times the strength of a moment ago: too strong for the highest canvas, though the topsails could take it with ease, and the mains looked flaccid yet. Alyash cringed like a man tied and waiting for the whip: Rose had warned him about those topgallants. But the captain merely spun around and gave Elkstem the new heading, and told Chadfallow he might return to his surgery.

The next turn was effortless, for the wind shouldered them about. In seconds they were running east, skimming across the mouth of the cove that had nearly become their graveyard. Thasha looked down at the throng of sailors, s.n.a.t.c.hing a moment's rest, and was not surprised to see Neeps joining the line-up on a starboard brace. n.o.body's turning down his help today n.o.body's turning down his help today, she thought.

Then the lookout began to howl: 'Sail! Dead astern three miles! It's the enemy, Captain, I can see the red stars!'

A general groan, shouted down at once by the officers. Rose leaped from the stool and barrelled aft around the wheelhouse, extending his telescope as he went. Thasha chased after him. There was the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq, tilted over like a white gravestone, slicing a neat white wake as she ran.

'Her topgallants are holding, blast her,' said Elkstem. 'By the Tree, she's a formidable s.h.i.+p. And closer to two miles than three.'

Rose lifted a hand for silence. A moment later he lowered the scope.

'She will have four knots on us,' he said, in a voice not meant to carry.

Thasha did not want to believe it. 'Four ? That would let them catch us in - what? Less than an hour?'

'Thirty-seven minutes,' said Rose. 'Mr Elkstem, at my command we shall be making a very sharp tack to the south. A very visible visible tack. But give no orders before my mark, do you hear? Don't even look at the men.' tack. But give no orders before my mark, do you hear? Don't even look at the men.'

Elkstem was clearly mystified, but Rose's face ruled out any questioning. 'Oppo, sir, she'll corner handsomely,' he said.

'You wanted to see me, Captain?' said a voice from behind them.

It was Pazel. He was looking at Rose, and quite determinedly not at Thasha.

Rose's eye did not leave the telescope. 'Aye, Pathkendle, but only to keep these grackle-mouths quiet. They have you mixed up with your father, and seem to think I need Captain Gregory's advice.'

' "They," sir ?'

Rose only frowned, and Thasha, ignoring Pazel's awkwardness, took his arm and tugged him aside. 'He's seeing ghosts,' she whispered. 'But he's not crazy, they're real. I can see them too. They're the old captains of the Chathrand.' Chathrand.'

Pazel was certainly looking at her now. ' You're You're seeing these things?' seeing these things?'

'Well, not this minute. Rose can scatter them, I think, but they keep coming back. Like flies. Right now I can hear them, and feel them. And this isn't the first time it's happened.'

'Are you talking about what happened the day you found Marila?'

Thasha shook her head. 'That was different. Those were real people, flesh and blood. But for weeks now I've been feeling . . . strange. As if people were surrounding me, when there was no one there at all. I think it was them, Pazel. I think they've been watching me.'

Pazel stared at her, aghast, but was he concerned for her safety or her sanity? She was on the point of asking him directly when Rose gave a startled grunt.

'The priest did not die,' he said, 'but the fire has driven him from the hilltop. He's watching us right now. He'll be blind to his own s.h.i.+p's whereabouts, though, unless that thing in his hand lets him see through solid rock. Ehiji Ehiji, what's this? He's got friends! Sfvantskor Sfvantskors, by the G.o.ds, sfvantskor sfvantskors coming out of the bus.h.!.+'

Thasha could just make them out: three tall figures in black, rus.h.i.+ng across the smouldering slope to join a fourth, bald-headed, with a long golden object in his hand. Even as she looked another sfvantskor sfvantskor emerged running from the trees. emerged running from the trees.

'That new one has a longbow,' said Rose. 'And d.a.m.ned if he isn't - firing! Aloft! Take cover aloft!' Aloft! Take cover aloft!'

Scarcely had the words left his lips when they heard a wail, sharp and ethereal, and then a man's scream from the rigging. Thasha looked up and saw Kiprin Pondrakeri, the muscular Simjan recruit, face down in the battle netting with an arrow in his chest. The strange wail continued for a moment, then lowered and died.

The next thing she knew Pazel had leaped on her and borne her down onto the deck. The air was suddenly full of the wailing noises, and from the spankermast came another cry of agony. Thasha struggled out of Pazel's grasp and got to her hands and knees. But even as she did so a boot kicked her flat again.

Sandor Ott had delivered the kick as he dashed to the rail with a great bow of his own. He fired in a blur, once twice thrice, and then he lowered the bow and took a breath.

'Done,' he said. 'That one will shoot no more, and the rest are running for cover. You can stand up now, la.s.s.'

As Thasha and Pazel rose, Ott reached up and seized the dripping end of the arrow embedded in Pondrakeri's chest. He pulled, and the netting sagged, but the shaft would not let go of the corpse.

'Singing arrows,' he said admiringly. 'We still don't know how they work - must be expensive, however; they fire 'em all in the first few volleys. Marvellous way to demoralise an enemy.'

He released the arrow, having not glanced once at the dead man, and set off smiling for the topdeck.

'He's enjoying this,' said Thasha. 'I think he lives lives for fighting and killing, the beast.' for fighting and killing, the beast.'

'He doesn't enjoy it,' said Pazel. 'He's . . . addicted. It's not the same thing.'

Thasha gave him a sceptical look. 'How do you know so much? Did you and Sandor have a heart-to-heart chat on Bramian?'

Pazel watched the spymaster swing down the ladder. 'Sort of,' he said.

A pool of blood was forming under the dead man. Thasha looked up and saw the other victim, a mizzen topman, dangling upside-down from the rigging some seventy feet overhead.

'We're making twelve knots by the log, sir,' cried a lieutenant.

'Send for a bucket, Mr Truel,' said Rose. 'And you, Pathkendle: find a mate and get these cadavers below.'

Pazel gazed wordlessly up at the bodies. The topman was swinging perilously. Blood streamed from the arrow in his throat to his fingertips, where the wind licked it away.

Thasha took a deep breath. 'I'll help you,' she said.

Pazel looked intensely relieved. He could not, after all, order anyone to help him. 'Let me fetch a rope. I'll be right back - thank you, Thasha.'

When he returned he brought Neeps as well as a rope. The small boy was fidgeting with irritation; he and Pazel scarcely looked at one another. But he had come nonetheless. The three scaled the shrouds, and Neeps continued up to the main spankermast yard while Thasha and Pazel stepped gingerly onto the netting. It was a long crawl to where Pondrakeri dangled. They had almost reached him when Thasha saw Rose's hand sweep down like a signal flag.

'Now, Mr Elkstem!'

'Haul away starboard!' boomed Elkstem, putting his weight on the wheel. 'Look sharp, lads, we're turning on a mussel tin!'

The order raced forward, the deckhands threw their shoulders against the ropes, and with startling speed the Great s.h.i.+p heeled around to the south.

Thasha and Pazel clung to the netting as the huge timbers groaned and squeaked, and blood from the topman spattered around them like rain. Thasha looked west at the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq. 'What are you hoping they'll do, Captain Rose?' she called.

Rose lowered the telescope, watching the enemy with his naked eye. 'They've just done it,' he said, 'and I didn't need to hope.'

Before Thasha could ask what he meant, the lookout cried: 'Black Rags altering course, sir, due south, matching us point-for-point.'

Rose favoured Thasha with a glance. 'Admiral k.u.minzat knows what he's up against,' he said. 'Unless he has the G.o.ds' own luck with weather, he has to take us soon. Every mile we can run out on the Nelluroq plays to our advantage. He's turned south to cut us off.'

'Around the far side of the island,' said Pazel. 'And you waited until he was almost on top of Sandplume, so that he'd have to make a hasty choice, didn't you?'

'A hasty choice and a bad one, Pathkendle. Maybe you do know something.'

Thasha could hear the ghosts whispering approval. In minutes Sandplume would hide the Chathrand Chathrand from the from the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq, and then Rose could turn as he liked without giving their course away. For the Mzithrinis, reversing direction was impossible: they would lose a good hour tacking against the wind just to get safely clear of Sandplume and back on the course she had abandoned. She could only run south now, and take up the pursuit after rounding the isle - but Thasha doubted that the Chathrand Chathrand would be anywhere near Sandplume by then. would be anywhere near Sandplume by then.