Part 46 (1/2)

High above, Neeps fed the line through a wheelblock, then tugged it through yard by yard. When it reached them, Pazel leaned out and s.n.a.t.c.hed the rope, and clinging to the spar with his legs alone, tied a slipknot. Together he and Thasha eased the loop over Pondrakeri's head and arms, struggling to keep him from toppling to the deck.

As she heaved at the dead man, Thasha kept one eye on Rose. Now and then the air about him seemed to flicker, as if unseen hands were gesturing and pointing, but Rose paid no attention to the apparitions. Instead he turned from the rail and shouted: 'Hard to port, Sailmaster ! East by south-east!'

'Hard to port! Haul away port!'

The frantic struggle on the deck began again, and in a matter of seconds they were back on their old eastward course.

'Brilliant,' said Pazel with grudging admiration. 'We'll gain miles on 'em this way. But there's nowhere else to hide, now that we're leaving the islands. And hours of daylight yet. Sooner or later we'll have to run south again, if Rose plans to escape into the Ruling Sea.'

'We may not escape even there,' said Thasha. 'The Jistrolloq's Jistrolloq's braved the Nelluroq before. She's too small to cross it, but she can handle the margins. The huge waves are mostly farther out.' braved the Nelluroq before. She's too small to cross it, but she can handle the margins. The huge waves are mostly farther out.'

Pazel was gaping at her. 'How do you know all that, Thasha?'

She blinked at him, startled. 'The Polylex Polylex?' she said, uncertain.

Pazel shook his head in wonder. He tied off the extra rope around Pondrakeri's legs.

On a impulse, Thasha asked him, 'How did Drellarek die? Was it the creature who breathed on you?'

Pazel's face paled. He looked suddenly as though he was going to be sick. He nodded, breathing hard.

'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I shouldn't have asked.'

Pazel made no reply. His eyes had slid to the quarterdeck. Thasha followed his gaze and saw Lady Oggosk directly below, watching them keenly.

Pazel turned his back on Thasha. 'We've got a job to finish,' he said coldly, 'that is, if you really came to help.'

They hoisted Pondrakeri from the netting like a drowned man, and guided him, swaying and spinning, over the rail and down to the main deck. The topman was far more difficult. At seventy feet the mast pitched enormously, and at the end of each pendular swing they looked down from the ropes not on the quarterdeck but on the churning ocean. Thasha found herself mouthing prayers from the Lorg School, and was glad when the practised hands of the ex-tarboys shot out to steady her. The hands of the topman were scarlet, slippery as eels. By the time they had him down on the deck the three youths were painted with blood from face to calves. As she and Pazel wrestled the bodies down to the surgical annexe (Neeps had stayed behind to scrub the quarterdeck) Thasha had to fight the urge to vomit. The smell of blood - a rank stench of rust and wet clay - was overpowering. Flies bit her sticky arms and sweaty face.

They laid the bodies side by side. Pazel forced out a laugh - a bitter laugh, almost cruel, like nothing she'd ever heard from his lips. 'Wonder how much company they'll have before the day's done,' he said, smiling, clenching his fists.

'Let's just get out of here,' said Thasha.

They sat on the lower gun deck near Tanner's gunnery team, a tub of seawater between them, and scrubbed off the worst of the blood with rags. Thasha watched Pazel peel off his gory s.h.i.+rt and dunk it in the tub, where the water was already pink. What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? she wanted to scream. she wanted to scream. Why've you gone so blary hateful? Why've you gone so blary hateful? Then she saw that Pazel's eyes were moist. Then she saw that Pazel's eyes were moist.

'What was his name?' he said. 'The topman, I mean. n.o.body on the quarterdeck even knew his name.'

They parted at the compartment door, and Thasha went to the stateroom to change. The guard outside the stateroom, curiously enough, had been withdrawn; and as she ran to the door Thasha let herself hope that Hercol had been set free as well. But her tutor was not in the stateroom - no one was, in fact, except Jorl and Suzyt, padding the bare boards in a room where everything that could not be bolted down had been stowed.

'Get off, idiots,' she said as they jumped on her. She locked the door and called out softly for Diadrelu. 'I'm alone,' she said. 'Where have you gone?'

'Here,' came a faint voice from the washroom.

Thasha opened the door. On the footstool sat Dri, washed and clothed in a new s.h.i.+rt of black silk. She held up her hand, stopping Thasha in the doorway, and turned to face the cast-iron bathtub.

'Ensyl,' she said, 'you have nothing to fear from Lady Thasha.'

Thasha tensed. From behind the bathtub stepped another ixchel, a thin young woman with a large forehead and wide, watchful eyes. She was heavily armed - sword, dagger, bow - and barefoot, as Dri always was. The woman's lips moved as if in speech, but Thasha could hear no sound.

'Bend your voice,' Diadrelu told her. To Thasha, she said, 'Ensyl is my sophister sophister - my apprentice, if you like. She is here to be sure I behave like an invalid.' - my apprentice, if you like. She is here to be sure I behave like an invalid.'

'My lady must not make sport of me,' said the girl, who had not taken her eyes from Thasha. Her whole face clenched as she spoke; she did not appear to have much practice in pitching her voice to the human register.

'Nor shall I ever,' said Diadrelu. 'What is more, I applaud your choice. For you have made a very serious choice, you know. You are only the third ixchel on the Chathrand Chathrand to show herself to a human. I am another; and the third is Taliktrum himself, who has since forbidden contact with humans under any circ.u.mstances, on pain of death.' to show herself to a human. I am another; and the third is Taliktrum himself, who has since forbidden contact with humans under any circ.u.mstances, on pain of death.'

'I wanted to see you,' said Ensyl to Thasha. 'Some of my people have notions about you. They believe you will be the doom of this s.h.i.+p. Even today Lord Taliktrum's attendant Myett spoke of you as one bewitched. But Lady Dri is my only mistress, and if she tells me I have nothing to fear, then I fear not.'

'I said you need not fear Thasha,' corrected Dri. 'We may all have something to fear from lies and superst.i.tions - to say nothing of cannon-fire. How goes the chase, Lady Thasha?'

'We gained a little time,' said Thasha, with a nervous glance at the window, 'but not enough to escape the Jistrolloq Jistrolloq. Arunis said we should surrender before they kill us all.'

'Arunis still dreams of Sathek's Sceptre,' said Diadrelu. 'Our watch saw him looking from the gunports at the red flame on Sandplume, with a hunger so great one could all but smell it. Surrender, I think, would just be a means of bringing the sceptre within his reach. Its power is surely slight compared to that of the Nilstone - but he has no means of using the Nilstone, yet. He failed with the s.h.a.ggat, and again on Dhola's Rib. Now I begin to wonder if there might be a connection between the sceptre and the Stone.'

'What sort of connection?' asked Thasha warily.

Dri closed her eyes. 'When Arunis called up Sathek's ghost, he said, ”I must have it for my king.” And something else: ”Imagine him when the Swarm returns. The Nilstone in one fist, your sceptre in the other. Armies shall wilt before him, like petals in the frost.” ' She opened her eyes. 'Arunis literally dares not touch the Nilstone. But when a poker in the fire is too hot to touch, what do we do?' She opened her eyes. 'Arunis literally dares not touch the Nilstone. But when a poker in the fire is too hot to touch, what do we do?'

'We use a glove,' said Ensyl.

'Yes,' said Dri, 'and what if the sceptre is that glove? The Nilstone, as we learned, slays any with fear in their hearts. What if fearlessness is just what the sceptre can provide?'

Thasha drew a shaky breath. 'His precious king is still just a rock,' she said.

'That too the sceptre might reverse,' said Dri, 'once it is in the hands of a sorcerer. But enough of speculation for the moment. Thasha, where is Felthrup?'

Thasha was suddenly alarmed. 'Hasn't he come back?'

Dri shook her head. 'Felthrup completed his mission splendidly. Thanks to him, Ensyl came for the swallow-suit, and our people escaped Sandplume before the fire could overtake them. But what became of Felthrup after he delivered the message I cannot say. I hoped he had found his way to you, somehow. Marila has gone in search of him, although the odds are against one girl finding one lost rat on the largest s.h.i.+p in Alifros.'

'We've got to!' said Thasha. 'He isn't safe anywhere anywhere but the stateroom. Oh Pitfire, why did they let him go? Neeps or Marila could have gone instead!' but the stateroom. Oh Pitfire, why did they let him go? Neeps or Marila could have gone instead!'

'And shouted at an empty corner of the mercy deck? No, Thasha, Neeps and Marila would have been stopped and questioned, and their faces would have given us all away. But you are right about the danger to Felthrup. Master Mugstur has excommunicated him, and in the rat-king's twisted ethos those who stray from Rin's path must all be killed.'

'I'm going to look for him too,' said Thasha. 'I'll take Suzyt and Jorl; they know his scent. Rose will throw a fit, though, if I don't hurry back to the quarterdeck.'

'We ixchel should do the searching,' said Diadrelu. 'We can enter the rat-s.p.a.ces no human eye can pierce. Ensyl, go to Night Village. I do not have much hope that Taliktrum will listen to you, but you must try. Invoke the honour of the clan. Perhaps he will concede to a party of volunteers.

'As for me, Lady Thasha, I throw myself on your hospitality. There is no home for me among my people: indeed they are under edict to slay me, ”before I further endanger the clan.” '

'That edict will be lifted,' said Ensyl hotly.

Diadrelu shook her head. 'Some things cannot be undone. I have disobeyed the clan leader in a moment of crisis, and Taliktrum has drawn family blood.'

'Wait and see, mistress,' said Ensyl. 'In time they will beg you to return.'