Mad Ship

"You can read," he confirmed for her. He stood very still, afraid to say more. It had been a very arduous journey to this place. Etta had been a difficult student. She was bright enough. But his efforts to teach her had uncovered a deep anger within her. For a time, he had been sure the anger was directed at him. She was surly, disdaining his help and then accusing him of withholding it to make her look stupid. She had a temper that did not stop at flinging a precious book across the room, or shredding expensive paper to bits. More than once, she had shoved him away as he bent over her work to correct her. Once he had raised his voice to her when he had had to explain for the fifth time that she was reversing a letter. She had struck him. Not a slap, but a closed-fist blow to his face that had sent him reeling. Then she had stalked out of the room. She had never apologized for that.

Only after days of working with her did he realize that her anger was not for him. It was for her own abysmal ignorance. She felt shamed that she did not know. It humiliated her when she had to ask him for help. If he insisted she try it on her own, she interpreted that as taunting her for her stupidity. Given her propensity for taking it out on him, she was not only a difficult student but also an intimidating one. Praising her too much was as dangerous as letting her struggle. He had tried once to escape. He had approached Ke

"It's because she was a whore, isn't it?" he had demanded starkly. "You don't think she's good enough to benefit from such learning. You're repulsed by her, aren't you?" He asked the question with a face so kindly and understanding and yet so grieved that Wintrow felt as if the deck were rocking under him.. Did he look down on Etta? Did he secretly harbor a belief in his own superiority, a belief he would have found reprehensible in anyone else?

"No-no!" he had faltered and then exclaimed, "I do not look down on Etta. She is an amazing woman. I just fear…"

"I think I know what you fear," Ke

"It's not that! I would never…" he stuttered and then lost his ability to choose words. It would not have been so humiliating if he had been completely i

"It's all right, lad. I could scarcely blame you if you did. I would, however, think less of you if you let that come between you and doing what we both know is right. She ca

The days of teaching her that followed had provided a unique torture. The captain's words had made him more aware of the woman, not less. The «accidental» brush of her hand against his as they shared a book sometimes seemed contrived. Why did she wear such perfumes, if not to beguile him? Did she intend her direct stares as seduction? At some time, his awareness of her had become unmistakable attraction. From dreading his time alone with her, he had gone to living for it. He was sure it was not reciprocated. Well, almost sure. It did not matter if it was; she was irrevocably Ke

Now, watching her face as she savored her victory, he suddenly knew that Ke

She stood, clasping the exquisite book to her bosom as if it were her child. Her face, eyes closed, was turned toward the small porthole in his cabin. The light touched it, making her bronzed skin golden and glinting off the tears on her cheeks and the sheen of her hair. She reminded him of a sunflower turned toward the light. He had seen her merry before, laughing with Ke

Her bosom rose and then fell in a long sigh. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Wintrow," she said quietly. She shook her head slowly, her smile widening. "Ke

The simple words astounded him. Sternly, he told himself that she had not said she loved him, only that he stirred her heart. His own teachers had stirred his emotions. That was all she meant by her words. Even if she meant more, he'd be a fool to let himself react to them A fool.

"Please," she said quietly. She held out a hand to him. "Help me choose a book. Perhaps the new one you said was poetry. Then let me practice with you. I want to read to Ke

"You shine," he said quietly. "Even when I first saw you. Even when I knew you hated me. There is something about you, Etta. Something in you that ca

Her eyes widened at his words. She turned aside from him, and unbelievably, a blush touched her wind-burnt cheeks. "I am Ke

"I know," Wintrow said. Very softly, only to himself, he added, "I envy the man."

KENNIT'S DAY HAD BEEN A LONG ONE, FULL OF SATISFACTIONS. ASKEW WAS the last port before they returned to Divvytown. He and Sorcor had visited the homeports of every pirate ship he had created and ma