Ship of Destiny

He leaned over the railing and looked down at the woman in the water. Her blonde hair floated around her like a mat of seaweed. The cold water was taking its toll on her, as was the rising chop of the waves. Soon it would all be over. Even as he watched, a wave washed over her, ducking her under for the duration of its passage. Surprisingly, her head reappeared. She was treading water doggedly. She could have lasted longer if she had let go of her companion. The lad in her arms looked dead anyway. Odd, how stubborn a dying person could be.

The pale woman in the water rolled her head back and coughed. "Please." He did not hear the word. She was too weak to shout, but he read it formed on her lips. Please. Ke

"Doubtless," the mate agreed through gritted teeth. Whoever would have suspected that he would be so distressed by watching a woman drown? Ke

"Do you think we should take her up?" Ke

He looked away from it, forcing his mind to the problem at hand. Bolt herself had indicated that she did not wish to witness the burning of the liveship. Ke

"Is that what you wish?" the mate weaseled. Ke

The blonde woman had leaned back in the water, revealing the features of the lad whose head she supported just out of the waves. "Wintrow!" he exclaimed incredulously. By what misfortune had Wintrow fallen into the sea, and how had she come to rescue him? "Take them up immediately!" he ordered Jola. Then, as the mate sprang to his command, a wave lifted the two floaters fractionally higher. It was not Wintrow. It was not even a man. Yet the compelling resemblance the woman in the water bore to the lad gripped Ke

"You know it has to be her," his charm whispered at his wrist. "Althea Vestrit. Who else could look so like him? Bolt will not like this. You serve your end, but not hers. You bring aboard the one person you should have been most sure to kill."

Ke

He realized he was staring, recognized, too, the puzzled silence of the crewmen who had gathered around the sprawled woman. "Well, get them below! Must I command you to the obvious? And Jola, set a course for Divvytown. Signal the Marietta to follow us. A squall is coming up. I want to be on our way before it hits."

"Sir. Shall we wait for Wintrow and Etta to rejoin us before we sail?"

He glanced at the dark-haired woman who was begi

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO — Family Reunion

WINTROW BLINKED AWAY THE POURING RAIN AND STARED. "l DON'T UNDERstand," he said again quietly. He thought he spoke to himself and was startled when Etta replied. He had not heard her soft tread through the downpour pelting the deck.

"Stop trying to guess at what happened. Ke

"I just want to know what happened," he said stubbornly. He stared disconsolately at the faint smear of flame that had been the Paragon. He had watched the battle, but still could not grasp what had occurred. Why had Paragon so foolishly challenged both the serpents and the Vivacia? How had the fire broken out and why had Ke

The storm that had threatened all day had finally broken. The heavy rain was a billowing gray drapery between them and the blazing Paragon. Cold and drenched, he stood on the deck and stared at the foundering ship his family had sent. It would take their hopes of ransom and rescue to the bottom. The rain was a relief. He had not been able to find tears of his own.

"Come inside," Etta suggested, her hand warm on his arm. He turned to look at her. If there was any comfort left for him at this miserable point in his life, it was Etta. She had put on Sorcor's oilskin; it hung huge on her slender form. She peered at him from the depths of the hood. A few drops of rain had found her face and jeweled her lashes. She blinked and the drops ran down her face, mock tears. He stared at her, dumb with desire and with the necessity of never acknowledging that desire. She tugged at his arm again, and he allowed her to lead him away.

Sorcor had surrendered his stateroom to her. The steaming pot of tea on the table and the two waiting cups touched him. She had prepared this and brought him to share it. She indicated a chair and he sat, his clothes dripping, while she hung the oilskin on its peg. Once this chamber had been Ke

He sipped the tea and tasted the warmth of ci