Part 8 (1/2)
I was standing by the rail beside a merchant pa.s.senger who'd been to sea a lot. ”How can you tell they're pirates?” I asked him.
He looked at me as if I was dense. ”Because they're using oars. Only wars.h.i.+ps and pirates use oars.
And because, by their lines, they're Saracens. Plus, they changed course toward us as soon as they saw us.”
”What happens if they catch us?” I asked.
”They board us.” He drew a short sword and tested its blade grimly with a thumb. ”And it's not if, it's when. Our only chance is that some wars.h.i.+p, Pisan or Genoese, will show up. Don't hold your breath.”
”What happens when they catch us?”
”We fight until either they kill us all or we surrender. Any of us taken alive will be held for ransom or made slaves. If you have no one to ransom you, you'll do well to die fighting.”
”How much is the ransom?”
He looked me over, appraising my clothes. ”More than you have,” he said sourly, and turned away to watch the pirate s.h.i.+p again.
I watched, too-long enough to estimate that we had less than an hour, maybe half an hour, before they caught us. The sun was already down, the light beginning to fade a bit. If we could stay ahead of them long enough, I thought, maybe we could hide in the darkness. But no. I scanned the sky and there was the moon, half full now, pale in the early evening. The way they were closing the gap, they'd be close enough to see us by moonlight if they hadn't actually caught us before dark.
Of course, I could always use my blast pistol. I couldn't imagine them trying to board us after I'd fired a few charges into them. But that would make me a lot more conspicuous than I was ready to be-or rather, the wrong kind of conspicuous. Which didn't leave much for me to do but call in my one-s.h.i.+p s.p.a.ce fleet, the biggest in the system.
I went down the stern ladder below deck again, among the ingots. Three of the pa.s.sengers were down there, sitting near the ladder, talking quietly. I pa.s.sed them and sat down amids.h.i.+ps. They were watching me now, the strange foreigner with all the dumb questions, so when I put the remote in my ear, I made it look as if I was scratching. Fanglithans do a lot of that. Then I took my communicator off the belt inside my cape, palming it, and when I took it out, I pretended to raise my crucifix with the same hand and kiss it.
”Jav, this is Larn,” I murmured in Evdas.h.i.+an. ”Jav, this is Larn. Come in please. Over.”
”Larn, this is the Javelin,” It was Deneen's voice in my ear, also in Evdas.h.i.+an. ”There seems to be a bogey chasing you. He's gaining on you. Over.”
”Right,” I answered. ”They're pirates. I don't want to shoot them up myself if I can help it; I'm not ready for that kind of publicity. So here's what I want you to do. If we can stay ahead of them till it's pretty much dark, I'd like you guys to sink them with your heavy blaster. Got that?”
”Sure. If you can stay ahead of them till it's pretty much dark, we're to sink them with our number one blaster. What if they catch you while it's still fairly light? Are you going to take care of them yourself then, or do we step in?”
Apparently the three pa.s.sengers watching me could hear me faintly. Two of them crossed themselves and began to pray. They probably a.s.sumed that praying was what I was doing, and decided it was a good idea.
”I'm not sure yet,” I answered. ”I'll have to play it by ear. I'm going back up on deck in a minute to watch, but meanwhile, as it stands now, I don't want you to shoot them up till it's too dark for anyone down here to see what's doing the shooting. It's all right if they see something up there, but not what the something is. Got that?”
”Got it. Why don't you just call and tell us when to start?”
An idea had been just out of sight, nudging my mind. Now I saw it.
”Good idea. I'll call you in Provencal. And listen....”
When I finished explaining what I had in mind, I put my communicator back inside my cape and went up on deck. The other three had watched me the whole time, so I crossed myself before I left, and nodded at them soberly as I went to the ladder.
The pirate s.h.i.+p had gained quite a bit on us, and the evening seemed hardly any darker than when I'd gone below. It didn't look as if we'd stay ahead of them long enough. Besides which, there was no safety or hope ahead of us that I could see, and it occurred to me that our captain might decide to turn back and fight-get it over with.
So I went to him. He was manning the heavy steering oar himself, his eyes sternward toward the pirates.
”Captain,” I said, ”I've been praying to the Angel Deneen. She told me that if we stay ahead of the Saracens till darkness, they'll be destroyed with fire from heaven.”
His eyes narrowed. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. ”Can we?” I asked. ”Stay ahead of them till dark?”
”It is in the hands of G.o.d,” he said after a few seconds.
”Good,” I told him. ”We must leave it there, in the hands of G.o.d, and not defy him by turning to fight, for he will surely save us.”
The captain scowled without saying anything more to me, as if he thought I was crazy. I leaned against the rail to watch the pirates gaining on us.
After a few minutes it seemed to me they weren't gaining on us as fast as they had been. I suppose their oarsmen were getting tired. And the light was noticeably less, though it was still more like daylight than night. Maybe it would get dark before they caught us.
”Larn.”
It was the remote I'd left in my ear.
”There are more than forty pirates, not counting the guys who are rowing. And they look really tough. If you change your mind about when, we're ready to put them out of commission.” I didn't take out my communicator and answer her; it wasn't the time or place for that. She'd have to a.s.sume I got it. But I nodded anyway, in case they had me in the viewer under magnification.
There were eleven in our crew, and ten pa.s.sengers including myself, just about all of us on deck now.
Several had short swords already in hand, but I doubt that any one of them would really qualify as a warrior. Gradually the distance shrank between the pirates and ourselves, and gradually it got darker. It began to look as if it might get dark soon enough after all. And looking upward I could see the scout; it had come down to maybe four or five hundred yards and was barely visible against the darkening sky.
You had to look for it-know it was up there-to see it.
The pirate s.h.i.+p was only about two hundred feet behind us. I stepped away from the rail a little and took out my palmed communicator, raising it as if I was lifting up my crucifix. Then I bellowed out as loudly as I could: ”Don't be afraid! The Angel Deneen will save us! She has promised!”
Just about everyone on the s.h.i.+p looked at me. None of them looked actually scornful; stories about divine intervention were common on Fanglith. But none of them looked very convinced, either. And the pirate s.h.i.+p came on. After another couple of minutes I looked up again. I could sort of make out the Jav; she was maybe two hundred yards up now, and the pirates not more than eighty or a hundred feet behind. I switched on my communicator. ”Angel Deneen!” I shouted. ”Save us from the Saracens!”
A heavy-caliber blaster thudded once, and a hissing charge exploded into the pirate s.h.i.+p. We could hear them yelling back there. Then a spotlight speared down from above, drawing every eye, and someone up there- Tarel, I learned later-fired four more single rounds about a second apart. The pirate s.h.i.+p started to burn in the thickening dusk as we pulled away from her, but she apparently sank in a hurry, because the flames disappeared quickly, as if drowned.
FOURTEEN.
Moise: Even though the slave master had slowed the beat somewhat, I was so tired I thought I would die of it.
But he was pacing the walkway between us, and I still feared his whip more than death. Besides, I always felt that way when we were chasing some merchant s.h.i.+p, and hadn't died yet. A man can stand more than he thinks.
Ahead on the merchantman, I heard someone call out loudly. We were that close. Soon we would s.h.i.+p our oars and rest while the Saracens boarded her, but until then I had to keep on.
Cool as the evening was, sweat trickled into my eyes, and dripped from my nose and chin to fall on my bare thighs. I gasped for breath. Again I heard a shout from ahead, nearer now-and then the world exploded! My bench was torn loose, thrown back, and I fell on the feet and legs of the oarsman behind me, a Tuscan named Guittone. I had no idea what had happened. As I struggled to disentangle myself from Guittone's legs, there was another terrible sound, and more, and I felt water rising rapidly around me. Men were screaming, some of them calling to Allah to be merciful. None of them knew-none of them could have known-what had struck us, any more than I did then.
The s.h.i.+p sank quickly-indeed, had broken in two- the halves pulling apart, with one swinging to the left and one to the right. The half with the mast had turned onto her side. I was floating free of it, chained to my broken bench. Around me, many of my captors-ex-captors now-were clinging to wreckage or swimming toward one of the halves, and it seemed well to move away from them, although there was no place to swim to except into the near-night. The water was winter-cold. I managed to get my broken bench beneath me, then kicked and paddled away, careful not to overturn again. Minutes later I could not see any of them any longer, although distantly I could hear injured men calling for help.
Tarel: I hadn't liked shooting into the pirate s.h.i.+p, but it was necessary. There wasn't much question about what the pirates had in mind, but it bothered me to shoot at people who couldn't defend themselves against us.
There wasn't even anything they could try to do.
On the target screen I could see their s.h.i.+p almost as clearly as if it were daylight. It surprised me to see it break in two. I suppose it was partly because it was going along pretty fast, for such a primitive s.h.i.+p. The blaster bolts must have torn enough out of the hull that it acted like a scoop, and the pressure broke it where the explosions had weakened it.