Lock (48 page)

The house was thick with smoke, and flames ate through the ceiling.

“Almost everyone is out!” Blaze called. “Just a few more at the back.”

Lock, Blaze, and two trainees forced their way to the back of the house. Lock’s eyes stung and he and the others coughed as they breathed the thickening smoke. He squinted, noticing several people, groping their way along the floor amidst flames. He heard a creak from overhead and glanced up, his heart pounding.

“The roof’s falling in!” Lock bellowed. “Hurry!”

Blaze grabbed two children. Lock slung an unconscious man over his shoulder and took the wrist of a woman who was nearly blind from the smoke. The Knights guided the four to safety, but they’d seen at least three others left behind.

Together, Lock and Blaze headed back inside. A particularly loud creak caused Lock to look up again. A beam cracked and nearly fell. Lock caught it and held it up. “Get them, Blaze!”

The Knight’s pale eyes widened slightly as he stared at the size of the beam Lock held. “But—”

“Go!” Lock hissed, unsure of how long he could support the weight of the beam. Already his arms and shoulders felt ready to break.

Blaze disappeared into the smoke. To Lock it seemed like forever before the Knight reappeared, a woman in his arms, a boy and girl clinging to his robe. He rushed them to the door.

Lock grunted and heaved the beam upward before he leapt for the door just as the roof collapsed. No sooner had he jumped clear of the building when an arrow struck him in the leg. Lock fell forward. When he looked up, he found himself surrounded by Sonian Slavers, several sword tips poking his flesh.

“Hell!” Lock muttered, his heart pounding. He was going to die without ever seeing Sparrow again.

Suddenly two of the slavers dropped to the dirt. The remaining three glanced at their companions, turning their swords from Lock, but not in time.

Blaze’s foot struck one between the legs and another in the face before the men realized they were being attacked. The last slaver twirled his swords, slashing and stabbing at the auburn-haired Knight who dodged every blow. Weaponless, the Knight used a piece of wood as a shield. He blocked two sword swipes, kicked one of the blades from the slaver’s hand, and dropped to the ground, one long leg lashing out in a sweep that knocked his opponent to the dirt. Another quick kick in the head rendered him unconscious.

Lock glanced around and saw Knights and islanders driving off the few remaining slavers, then focused his full attention on his leg. Blaze had already knelt beside him, examining the wound.

“Thank you,” Lock told his friend, gritting his teeth as the arrow was removed. “You saved my life.”

“Thank
you
,” Blaze said. “Your strength is as admirable as your courage.”

“Anybody would have done the same.”

“Not anybody.” Blaze bound the wound. “We’ll care for this on the ship.”

Rain and his dogs, all three covered in dirt and blood, approached. “The island is secure. Some of the Knights are staying behind to help rebuild. As soon as we reach home, we’ll send a fresh crew.” He glanced at Lock’s leg. “You’ll need to rest that for a while. Looks like you’re on light duty for the remainder of the journey. Good work, men. This was no easy test for any of us.”

* * * * *

Several hours later, Lock lay in one of the holds, his bandaged leg propped on a sack of supplies. Blaze had cleaned the wound and said Lock should heal well, though it would take time.

Lock folded his arms behind his head. “At least I’m off duty for a few days.” The injury was uncomfortable, but he’d had far worse. When he’d found himself surrounded by slavers, he had anticipated another whipping. He’d take the leg wound over that any day.

He closed his eyes, hoping he could fall asleep and dream about Sparrow, but footsteps drew his attention to the hatch. Blaze, followed by a young island boy with a black and white bird perched on his shoulder, approached.

“You gifted him with life, he gifts you with a soaring companion,” Blaze said.

“Huh?” Lock asked, grateful for all Blaze’s help, but a bit too tired to figure out his riddles.

“If it hadn’t been for you, me, my mother, and my sister would have died in the fire,” the boy said. He raised his arm and the bird hopped on his wrist, its curved, yellow beak reminding Lock of a colorful anchor. “We haven’t much left after these battles, but we’d like you to have one of our birds.”

“That’s not necessary,” Lock said. The last thing he needed when he came home to Sparrow was a bird on his shoulder. She’d think he was more daft than ever.

“Please.” The boy extended his wrist. The bird settled onto Lock’s broad shoulder.

“Hello,” the bird croaked, and Lock felt his eyes widen in surprise.

“Our family has bred and trained these birds for years,” the boy explained. “Unfortunately, most of them were lost when the island was seized, but we’ve recovered a few.”

“Hello,” the bird said again.

“How are you?” Lock said, then raised his eyes to the ceiling. He’d just spoken to a bird!

“He learns quickly,” the boy said. “We’ve taught him several words, but with patience, you can teach him more.”

“You don’t have to give him to me. It was no trouble.”

“You were wounded because of us.”

“No. I attract trouble. Ask anyone on board. Blaze?” He looked to the auburn-haired Knight for help, but only received an amused smile.

“We insist,” the boy said. He climbed up the hatch, Blaze behind him.

“Hey!” Lock shouted. “I don’t need a bird! I don’t—”

“How about an ale?” The bird fixed its glossy black eyes on Lock.

“I think I need a barrel of it,” he muttered, then sat up straighter, an idea forming in his mind. “Can you say Sparrow?”

“How about an ale?”

Lock sighed. It was going to be an interesting trip home.

* * * * *

Lock stood on deck of the Ocean Star as it docked in the waters in a coastal village two days from home. He watched several Knights board, men as eager as Lock and the crew to return home after long assignments.

Home
. Lock sighed, squinting against the sunlight.
Sparrow
. And the dubbing. For the first time in his life, a year and eight months at sea had challenged him. He’d been separated from Sparrow and knew this assignment would decide whether or not he was of the right quality to enter the Ruby Order. There had been plenty of hard work, fighting, sleepless nights, and rough weather, but for the first time in his life, he felt proud of his actions. The Knights had given aid wherever it was required and had even picked up several new recruits after the battle at Black Haven. These men all wore gray tunics similar to Lock’s. He glanced down at his own. It was tattered from use, but it fit more comfortably.
Much like myself
, he thought.

“Bloody hell,” a voice croaked close to Lock’s ear.

He glanced at the black and white bird and snapped, “I told you not to say that.”

“How about an ale?”

“That’s not what I’ve been teaching you.” Lock shrugged his shoulder and the bird stretched its wings.

“Comfort approaches.” Blaze joined Lock at the rail, squinting at the glare of sunlight on water.

“We’re almost home. I know.”

“Your leg?”

“Feels much better.” Lock raised the stick he’d been using for support and walked several steps. “Be rid of this thing soon. I can’t wait to kick again.”

“And dance.” Blaze grinned.

“I only showed you because you asked. They’d probably never dub me if they saw me dance.”

“Not as long as you keep clothed.” Blaze extended his arm, and the bird hopped from Lock’s shoulder to the Knight’s wrist. “Like a breathing flower, this creature.”

“Bloody hell,” snapped the bird.

Blaze shook his head, raising his eyes to heaven. “Mate of the Key, you’re a bad influence on an innocent.”

“So my wife has told me.”

One of the Knights who’d just boarded approached Lock and offered him a slip of parchment. “This message arrived for you with one of our troops headed south.”

Several other Knights and trainees crowded around the newcomers to retrieve messages from home.

Lock broke the seal and read Sparrow’s words, unable to control his smile. He turned to Blaze and the Knights also reading their letters and said, “I have a daughter!”

His companions congratulated him.

“Didn’t know Sparrow was expecting,” one of the Knights remarked.

“Neither did I,” Lock said, flooded with elation. The events of the past year and eight months slipped from his mind, and all he could think about was seeing his family.

“A dubbing and a daughter. Not bad at all, Lock. Not bad at all,” said another Knight.

Two days from home
, Lock thought.
Now it’s going to seem like forever. A daughter. I wonder what she looks like
?

* * * * *

Sparrow stood at the dock as Lock’s ship approached. She glanced at the chubby baby girl tucked against her shoulder and smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could scarcely wait to see Lock and show him his daughter.

As the ship neared, she noticed him immediately. He stood on deck, taller than every other Knight on board, his kinky, waist-length hair now more white than brown, his beard gleaming silvery in the sunlight. A black and white bird clung to his shoulder. Sparrow laughed. Obviously he had as much to tell her as she had to tell him. He waved, and she waved back.

As he stepped on shore, she noticed he carried a walking stick and his gait was a bit awkward as he hurried to her. He placed a steely arm around her waist and kissed her, his tongue tracing the shape of her mouth, exploring every moist corner and crevice that he hadn’t felt in too long. Then he stared at his daughter.

“She’s beautiful, Sparrow,” he said. “She looks just like you.”

“You’re hurt.” Sparrow glanced at his leg.

“It’s nothing.” He kissed her hair. “In another few days, I’ll be rid of this bloody stick.”

“Hello,” the bird said.

Sparrow stared at it. “Should that thing be near the baby?”

“He’s harmless.”

“That beak looks like it could snap a finger off. Where in the world did you get it?”

“Long story.”

The bird’s tiny black eyes fixed on Sparrow. “Bloody hell.”

Sparrow’s eyes widened. “Lock! Did you teach it to curse like that?”

“Not intentionally.”

“A fine example you’re going to be for your daughter,” she teased.

“I’m going to try,” he spoke seriously.

Sparrow stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “You’re going to be a wonderful father. What better example than a Knight? I love you, Lock. I’ve missed you so much. I have so much to tell you.”

“I have so much to tell
you.
” He accepted the baby and held the small body close to his broad chest. “What did you call her?”

“Shea-Ann.”

Lock laughed and slapped a hand to his forehead. “Say it isn’t so, girl!”

“Sorry.” Sparrow grinned. “She’s like a mother to me. By the way, she’s here at the fortress visiting. She came to see the baby and your dubbing. She said she’ll believe it when she sees it.”

“I made it, girl, so she’ll sure as hell be seeing it.”

“Blaze said the ceremony is set for the end of this week. There are twenty of you being Knighted.”

“Torn boarded the Ocean Star a day ago. He said after the dubbing, I’m to oversee the building of a new ship. Afterward, I’ll be the Captain. He said it’s completely mine, so long as I do well by the Order. I’ll even get to name her.”

Sparrow gazed at the man who’d once been a feared and treacherous pirate. He’d come such a long way and taken her with him. “Lock, I’m so proud of you.”

His smile faded to a look of pure love. “I’m grateful to you. You saved my life in every way, Sparrow.”

“Because I knew it was a life worth saving.”

The bird whistled and said, “I love Sparrow.”

She smiled.

“I
did
teach him that.” Lock grinned.

That night, Sparrow and Lock spent quietly in their room with their daughter.

“Once I’m Knighted, we can think about moving out of the fortress and maybe building a house of our own on the coast of Rubyshire,” Lock said, once Shea-Ann was tucked into her cradle and he and Sparrow lay in bed, cuddled naked in each other’s arms.

“That would be wonderful.” She kissed his chest. “Especially if we have more children.”

Lock tilted her chin upward and brushed her lips with a kiss. “We can start trying for another whenever you feel you’re ready.”

“I think I’d like to wait a few months before starting on another baby, but we can certainly go through the motions.” She straddled him, gazing coquettishly into his eyes. She leaned forward, kissing him, then drew back, her expression concerned. “Unless you’re not up to it because of the injury—”

“I’m feeling fine, girl,” he grasped her hips then cupped her face in his hands. “Ever since I’ve been away, I’ve been dreaming of lying with you like this.”