Scarlet and the White Wolf [02] - Mariner's Luck (5 page)

Liall spat and cursed as they stood at the rail, Faal's sodden body at his feet, but Qixa only shook his head sagely.

"A quicker death than I would have given him," Qixa said. He nodded to the mariners. "Throw him back for the fish," he commanded.

Liall watched Oleksei as the order was given, waiting to see if the man would make any objection, but Oleksei's eyes were flat and emotionless. "Where did he go in Khet?" Liall asked.

Oleksei shook his head. "A woman, he said. I knew it was a lie, but I didn't much care. He was the one after me, not the other way around." Oleksei's mouth curved coyly.

"And then?"

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"I found him talking to a man in Volkovoi, one of those stinking half-bloods who guard the port. He wouldn't tell me what it was about. Then you came aboard, and I knew."

"I see." Liall lifted his chin, scrutinizing the young mariner.

"So. You are loyal, are you?"

Oleksei bowed his head. "Ap kyning, I am. Humbly."

"Leave," Liall said. Oleksei looked up in surprise. "Your loyalty is noted. Now get out of my sight."

Oleksei backed away before turning and hurrying to the bow. Faal's body made barely a splash as it went back into the sea.

"I wish we could have questioned him," Qixa said, echoing Liall's thoughts.

"It makes little difference," Liall sighed. "The damage was already done. Now we must prepare."

Qixa nodded in the direction Oleksei had gone. "Was that wise?"

"I do not know," Liall admitted. "He came forward with the truth, but he waited too long. That alone is cause for worry."

"Do you think he knows anything more?"

Liall thought carefully before he spoke, knowing his answer could get a man tortured. "No. If he had known anything, he would have spoken before Faal did, and taken the credit."

Qixa snorted. "You've got him pegged, all right. I know; I've sailed with him for three years. He's always the loudest when it comes to claiming the glory. Well, what of him, then?

Shall I have him watched?"

"Not yet," Liall said, his eyes on the horizon, where a thin crimson line separated heaving waters from aureate sky. "He 37

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is too clever for that." Liall realized he had not thanked Qixa, and he put his hand on the captain's shoulder. "You are a good man, Qixa."

Qixa's hard smile was filled with pride. "I'm no such thing, but I know my duty." He bowed again. "Ap kyning," he said, dismissing himself. Liall went back into the cabin.

Inside, Liall found Scarlet fast asleep. Liall knelt to feel the pedlar's brow anxiously, and was both surprised and immeasurably relieved to find that the fever had broken.

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2.

The Mariners

On the sixth afternoon, Scarlet was able to walk out onto the main deck unaided. He breathed in the salty air and stretched carefully in the dim sun, painfully aware that his muscles were as weak as water and that his hands trembled.

"I was beginning to worry," Liall said. The atya stood quietly at the rail, a landscape of lazy blue swells at his back.

The sky was pale and almost colorless.

"Surely not," Scarlet replied wanly. "I'm a redbird, remember? Tough as shoe leather."

"Oh, I never forgot."

As they made their way back to the cabin, Scarlet spied a handsome young mariner waving at Liall from the rigging high above. Scarlet recognized him as the lookout who always seemed to have his eyes on Liall. "What is that man's name?"

Scarlet asked, trying to appear indifferent. "The young one who looks at you so often."

"Oleksei," Liall said, and gave the mariner a casual nod.

Scarlet nearly nodded at him, too, but then he saw Oleksei pinning him with an idle stare of contempt. The man turned aside to say something to one of his shipmates, who grinned darkly and cast measuring stares his way.

"They really don't like me," Scarlet muttered.

"My people are not fond of foreigners, as I have said."

"A pox on your people."

Liall chuckled and ruffled Scarlet's hair, which earned Scarlet another hate-filled glare from Oleksei.

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Back in the cabin, Scarlet fell into the bunk and slept the night away. The seventh day dawned and the fever did not return. He slept heavily and ate several bowls of fish broth and some waybread. Thereafter, the sickness departed and it seemed that Scarlet had found his sea legs. Liall quit his pallet on the floor and joined Scarlet in the bunk, though he was careful to keep a few inches between them and they had separate blankets. He did not mention putting Scarlet ashore again, and it seemed that the journey would, after all, settle into the dull monotony of travel. With luck, the rest of the trip would be uneventful.

"I told you it was not seasickness," Liall said cheerfully on the tenth day, right after Scarlet lost his breakfast over the rail. "
This
is seasickness."

"Bastard," Scarlet muttered, spitting into the water, which was white-capped and slamming against the hull. Rough seas had brought on the nausea, but he weathered it a lot better on an empty stomach. Scarlet wiped his mouth with his sleeve and wished for a bath. For the first few days after being ill, he had come out on deck to wash his hands and face and clean his clothing as best as he could, but the mariners had stared the first day and by the second it was a spectacle, with a knot of them standing around and grinning at him as he washed. He took to washing up in the cabin alone after that. Liall let the change pass without comment, but every morning there was now a clean bucket of water in the cabin.

Not being a sailor, it did not occur right away to Scarlet how precious fresh water was at sea, so it was a long while before he could fully appreciate the kindness.

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"You are looking better, too," Liall commented. "There is color in your face again, and you have no bruised look beneath your eyes."

Scarlet knew he had lost some weight and looked thin and unwell compared to all these strong, hale men on board, especially Oleksei. He glanced up at Liall, feeling suddenly embarrassed. "Thank you," he said awkwardly.

"Whatever for?"

"For taking care of me when I was ill."

Liall gave Scarlet one of his mocking looks. "My motives are entirely selfish. I enjoy your company."

Scarlet and spat again into the water. "Such as it is." He smiled uncertainly at Liall, knowing that his clothes needed a good wash and that his hair was unkempt and his nails grimy.

Liall, on the other hand, was as imposing as ever in a long black cloak with hood and gray woolen breeches and new boots. The cloak was embroidered with silver and blue at the edges and had a sturdy gold clasp at his throat in the shape of a crouching bear. He was sure that Liall would draw looks in any crowd, and he suddenly felt grubby and small beside him, like a plain-feathered robin gazing up at an eagle.

Scarlet realized he was staring. Liall's mouth curved and he reached out to stroke Scarlet's unruly hair into place.

"What are you thinking, redbird?"

"Nothing," he replied quickly, and felt his face heating up.

Mautan the mate appeared and said something to Liall.

Liall nodded to Mautan and spoke a few words in scratchy Sinha, a language that must be spoken in the back of the throat to get it right. The mate moved away with a rolling, 41

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sailor's stride that utterly nullified the swaying of the deck, looking as steady as a goat wandering along a flat path. Liall could do this, too, but so far the trick had eluded Scarlet.

"I must speak with the captain now," Liall said. "Stay here in the sun for a bit; the fresh air will do you good."

Scarlet nodded. His strength was far from fully returned, and now his legs felt wobbly again and he was not ready to try breakfast again so soon after losing the first. Liall patted him on the shoulder and followed the mariner in the direction of the captain's cabin.

Scarlet watched him walk away and wished he knew more about Liall, about his family and why his presence was needed so urgently. He still did not really believe that Liall's country was the fairytale land of Rshan, and he was annoyed that every time he badgered Liall for details on his family, Liall would reply that it was too dangerous for him to know more than the barest information. The atya had offered to make up a charming lie, which irritated Scarlet so much that he refused to talk to him for the remainder of one evening.

Too dangerous, indeed! Never mind that
he
had saved Liall's skin on arriving in Volkovoi, and that he had cleared the bravos so they could board the ship; it was too dangerous.

Still, Liall seemed to believe what he was saying.

Tilting his face up into the wind, Scarlet closed his eyes and breathed the salt air, trying to be patient. Liall had been right about the fever and he had been right about being able to cure him of it, so perhaps he was right about Rshan. Yet, it bothered Scarlet's fierce sense of independence to be relying so much on someone else.

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Scarlet's eyes flew open as a spate of Sinha near his ear startled him, and he turned to see a mariner he did not recognize standing quite close to his side. The blond mariner was grinning and Scarlet saw he had lost an eyetooth in some dockside battle or to scurvy.

"Sorry, I don't understand," he said.

The mariner held up a silver bit and gestured, miming handing the coin to someone else.

No wiser, Scarlet looked over his shoulder, hoping to see Liall, but no luck there. He shrugged.

Still grinning, the man gripped the front of Scarlet's shirt and dropped the coin inside.

His jaw dropped. "What—" Scarlet began, but the mariner took hold of Scarlet's wrist and pressed the pedlar's hand firmly against his groin.

Shock held him immobile for a moment. He jerked his hand away, fumbled the coin out, and flung it at the mariner.

"Sheep-raping, dung-eating maggot!" he shouted and swung his fist. It connected solidly on target with the mariner's jaw, and the man staggered back. By the time Liall blessedly reappeared with the captain, Scarlet was shaking his numb hand and surrounded by angry, shouting mariners.

Scarlet was small and the mariner nearly twice his size, but the mariner was flat on the deck, holding his jaw. Neither the captain nor Liall seemed particularly impressed by this.

Liall fixed Scarlet with a grim look.

"What happened?"

Scarlet told him the bare facts: "He tried to buy me into his bed."

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"How?"

"He put a coin down my shirt and put my hand on him."

"So you punched him?"

"Yes!"

Liall was exasperated. "For Deva's sake, you can be such a child. Why not just return the coin?" Liall turned to the captain and began explaining.

Scarlet was coldly furious. He steadied himself against the rail while the offending mariner stood glaring. The man gave Scarlet a bleary look that held hatred, and Scarlet saw Oleksei smirking at him with satisfaction. He suddenly felt cold and alone.

Captain Qixa began speaking to his crew, his tone sharp.

Liall spoke to Qixa and then to the mariner Scarlet had punched, his tone mild and humorous.

"What are you saying?" Scarlet demanded. "Don't apologize for me."

Liall turned on him.
"Silence!"
he hissed, his blue eyes so fierce that Scarlet was shocked into obeying. Liall said several words to the crew again, then took hold of Scarlet's shoulder and began to hurry him toward the cabin.

"Come with me," Liall said icily. "I vouched for your conduct on board and I've just had to explain myself to that swine you hit."

Scarlet wrenched away from Liall's grasp. "I didn't do anything! I was just standing there and he came up and—"

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and I have made my word of honor your bond. You must be more mindful with it."

Scarlet just breathed, so angry that he did not trust himself to answer right away. "Your honor," he said flatly.

"Am I supposed to protect yours and forget mine?"

Liall's expression softened. "No, of course not. But with your looks, surely you have dealt with this sort of thing before."

"You have a short memory, Wolf."

Liall looked immediately regretful and reached out to put a hand on Scarlet's shoulder.

"Keep your hands off me," Scarlet said deliberately.

Liall's hand halted in mid-air and his expression went blank and emotionless. He turned on his heel so suddenly that the hem of his black cloak snapped behind him, and he left the cabin, closing the door firmly.

In the sudden silence, Scarlet sat on the floor and began going through his pack. If he could not go out, he might at least find something useful to do inside, and some of his clothes needed mending. His mind remained unsettled as he tried to work, and he began to wonder what he had gotten himself into by choosing to follow Liall. What did he know of the man, anyway? Only what Liall had told him and what he had personally observed from Liall's actions, which was a knot of contradictions so tangled that he despaired of unraveling it.

An hour passed before Liall returned. He entered with an apologetic look on his face and sat down on the floor next to Scarlet, his long legs sticking out.