Part 31 (2/2)

'As a d.i.c.ky-bird!' said Thasha. 'How could you just sit sit out there with your back to the s.h.i.+p? Do you have out there with your back to the s.h.i.+p? Do you have any any idea how foolish that was?' idea how foolish that was?'

'And it's not even the worst part,' said Neeps. 'He grabbed Arunis by the hand! Rin's chin, mate! Why didn't you just hand over your old man's knife and say, Stab me? Stab me? ' '

They began a lively quarrel over the signature moment of Pazel's stupidity. Pazel, who thought of both friends as outrageously devoid of fear, was alarmed to realise how badly he'd shocked them. What he'd done was was idiotic, to be sure. For some reason he recalled a question Chadfallow had thrown at him as a challenge, years ago, at their dinner table in Ormael: idiotic, to be sure. For some reason he recalled a question Chadfallow had thrown at him as a challenge, years ago, at their dinner table in Ormael: What's the real tragedy, lad? To fall from a cliff and perish - or to be the sort of man who cares so little for his life that he risks it? What's the real tragedy, lad? To fall from a cliff and perish - or to be the sort of man who cares so little for his life that he risks it?

He watched his friends argue: exasperating, irreplaceably dear. He wanted to live for any number of reasons. But first among them was to stop Arunis from carrying out the threats he'd made on the forecastle.

He sighed; there was worse to confess. 'He saw through me when I touched him,' he said, as Neeps and Thasha turned to stare. 'At least that's what he claimed. He said that Ramachni didn't make me the spell-keeper, when I used the Master-Word. So the s.h.a.ggat won't be made flesh again if I'm killed.'

A moment's silence. Then Thasha grabbed him by the collar, her hands literally vibrating with rage. 'You imbecile.' imbecile.'

'Just go straight back to the stateroom,' said Neeps, 'and get comfortable. You can make the tea from now on.'

Pazel was livid, but he knew his friends were right. Arunis had nothing to lose by killing him now. And why wouldn't he? Pazel had come closer to stopping him than anyone aboard.

'Listen,' he said. 'I'm sorry. But if you want me to spend the rest of this float in the blary stateroom you'll have to tie me up.'

'That's an idea,' said Thasha.

Pazel glared at her. 'In any case, you're the one who's in danger.' And he told them about Arunis' claim that Rose intended to sell her to the Bramian natives.

'What rubbis.h.!.+' said Thasha when he had finished.

But Neeps looked worried. 'Maybe it's not,' he said. 'Rose is just crooked enough. And the tribals on Bramian wouldn't get much out of killing you, would they? Not as if you're a threat, once they've whisked you off into those jungles. More likely they'd make you a slave or a servant. That way if you turned out to be the spell-keeper the s.h.a.ggat would still be in the clear.'

'Think about it,' said Pazel. 'How else could Rose get you off the s.h.i.+p, keep you from dying, and prevent you from warning the outside world ?'

'Thasha,' said Neeps, 'just keep to the stateroom for a while. Until we're away from Bramian.'

She looked from one to the other, exasperated. 'What's got into you two? Hide? Hide? Is that all we're going to do, until Rose decides to starve us out, or Ott starts cutting off our fingers? We need to fight back. We need to get back to the list.' Is that all we're going to do, until Rose decides to starve us out, or Ott starts cutting off our fingers? We need to fight back. We need to get back to the list.'

'The list?' said Neeps.

'The list of allies, you donkey - potential allies, I mean. And we need to do it soon. We can't beat them without more people on our side.'

'You're right about that,' said Neeps. 'But we'll have to be so d.a.m.ned careful.' He leaned closer, whispering, 'I have no idea why Rose has been so easy on us, but one thing's for sure: he won't won't go easy on mutineers.' go easy on mutineers.'

Pazel sighed. 'All right, genius. You come up with a plan.'

'We start with one person each,' said Thasha instantly, as though she'd only been waiting for someone to ask. 'Just one. Surely we can each find one person to trust on this s.h.i.+p? If Hercol and Marila do the same thing, we'll have ten people on our side.'

Neeps looked at her eagerly. 'And once we've all met, and decided the best way to fight these cretins--'

'We go out and find ten more,' Thasha finished. 'And if we can just keep doing that, we'll have half the crew on our side before we know it. Of course the trick will be to find them before anyone else else knows it.' knows it.'

Neeps was shaking his head in wonder. 'Thasha, you're as clever as my old Granny Undrabust! You really do have a head for - what's the word?'

'Tactics,' said Pazel.

'Tactics, that's it. All right then: we've got our plan, don't we?'

Pazel didn't answer. The others looked at him in surprise. At last he said, 'How can you possibly think this will work? If we guess wrong about just one person, we're dead as slag. Everything hinges on trust.'

Neeps and Thasha exchanged a glance. 'Trust, yeah,' said Neeps. 'Well, that's something we have, and they don't.'

Pazel shrugged. Once again Thasha was seeing it, that sudden darkening of his spirits, that drawing away. It was agony for her to watch, and she fought back an impulse to reach for him, right in front of Neeps. You're afraid of feeling something. Why? You're afraid of feeling something. Why?

Then, to her amazement, Pazel clutched her arm - tightly, a warning. He pointed up at the main yard, the giant horizontal timber that secured the Chathrand 's Chathrand 's largest sail. The yard was still bathed in orange sunlight, although the deck beneath it lay dark. And at the end of the yard sat a bird of prey. largest sail. The yard was still bathed in orange sunlight, although the deck beneath it lay dark. And at the end of the yard sat a bird of prey.

It was a falcon, small and exquisite, black above, cream-yellow below. It was examining them with one bright eye.

Almost as soon as Thasha saw it the bird was in flight, dropping casually from the main yard to vanish below the rail. The three youths raced across the deck. But here at its midsection the s.h.i.+p was over two hundred feet wide, and by the time they reached the rail and leaned out over the sea the bird was gone.

'd.a.m.nation!'

'It had to be--'

'Of course it was!'

They dropped back onto the deck, once again earning stares from the crew. Pazel groaned aloud. 'That's all all we need! Pitfire, why did Ramachni have to let him go?' we need! Pitfire, why did Ramachni have to let him go?'

But Thasha felt oddly tense, as if tremors had suddenly shaken the boards at her feet. 'He's circling,' she said.

'What?' said Neeps. ”How can you know that? What's wrong wrong with you?' with you?'

Thasha turned in place, her gaze flung wide, as if trying to catch up with something in a hurtling orbit around the s.h.i.+p. 'I don't know how I know,' she said, 'but he's above the deck again, teasing us - he's slowing - there!' there!'

A blur of wings, a shrill cry, and there it was, landing neatly on a brace-line seven feet above their heads. Men shouted, pointing: a few of them remembered the falcon. None better than Thasha, however, who had watched the bird for years - loved it, she imagined, though it never paused in its flight - from the gardens of the Lorg Academy.

'Welcome back, Niriviel,' she said.

'You should not welcome me,' said the falcon, in that fierce, high voice she recalled so well: the voice that somehow belonged to both a predator and a homeless child. 'I bring you no good tidings, Thasha Death-Cheater. No comfort to the betrayers of Arqual.'

Thasha shook her head. 'We haven't betrayed anyone, Niriviel. We tried to explain that to you in Simja.'

'After you stabbed my master in the leg. Do you deny this?'

Thasha winced. 'I - no, Niriviel, I don't.'

'Oh come off it, Thasha,' said Pazel. 'It was only a dinner fork.'

Niriviel's wings were aflutter. 'You raised your hand against Sandor Ott, first defender of His Supremacy! If you are not a traitor then the word means nothing at all!'

'Fine,' said Thasha, in what she hoped was a soothing voice. 'You can call me what you like. But even if we're on different sides, I want you to know something. I'm happy to see you again.'

The bird gave an agitated hop.

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