Ship of Destiny

Around them the night deepened. The serpents became disembodied sounds, their odd singing mingled with the random splashes of their passage. As the darkness became complete, the brief flashes of their gleaming, scaled bodies lit the waters around the ship.

"You killed Paragon," she said quietly. "I know that. Bolt saw it. I have her memories."

He shook his head. "I helped Paragon die. It was what he wanted. It was what he had tried to do for himself so many times. I only made it easier for him."

"Brashen was dear to me." The ship's voice was choked.

"I am sorry. I did not realize that. In any case, the man was a true captain to the end. He would not leave his ship." There was regretful admiration in his voice. He went on more quietly, "You have Bolt's memories. Then you will remember she wanted Althea dead. I refused that. What does she remember of Althea's 'rape'?" His lips scarce touched the word.

"Nothing," the ship admitted. "She refused to touch minds with Althea. But I know what Althea recalls."

Relief fueled his voice with kindness. "And Althea recalls a nightmare, a poppy dream, not a reality. Such dreams are especially vivid. I do not blame her, or you, for believing her nightmare was real. I blame myself. I should not have given her poppy syrup. I meant no harm, only to help her rest and give her time to absorb the tragedy that had changed her life."

"Ke

What one wants to believe badly enough becomes real. "I will show you my proof. I will have Althea and Jek brought to you. You will see for yourself that they have taken no harm while in my care. Althea may have a few bruises, but," he chuckled deprecatingly, "probably fewer than she gave me. She is not a large woman, but she is spirited."

A faint smile came to the ship's face. "She is that. She has always been that. You will bring her here?"

"Immediately," he promised. He turned his head as Wintrow came up onto the foredeck. Ke

Swiftly, he took a ring of keys from his pocket. "Here, lad!" he exclaimed and tossed it. The keys flashed in the ship's lantern light before Wintrow caught it. As their eyes met, the light of his joy in Vivacia dimmed. He gave Ke

"Wintrow," he exclaimed heartily. "As you can see, Vivacia has rejoined us. She desires to see your Aunt Althea. Escort her and Jek to the foredeck, please. Make them comfortable for the time being. I myself will see that Althea's old room is made more fitting for them to share." He turned back to the ship, but his words were for Wintrow as well. "I will do all I can for their comfort. You will see, in the days to come, that they are my honored guests, not prisoners."

IT WAS COWARDLY, HE SUPPOSED, BUT HE FREED JEK FROM HER CHAINS FIRST. "Vivacia wants both you and Althea on the foredeck," he began, but before he could explain any further, the blonde woman had snatched the keys from his hands and was working on the lock. Once free, she surged to her feet and looked down on him with cold blue eyes. Serpent venom had eaten through her clothing and bared her scalded skin. Despite her injuries, she was a formidable and powerful woman. "Where's Althea?" she demanded.

She followed him through the ship, and jostled him aside at the door. She worked the lock and opened the door, only to have Althea charge into her. His aunt's shoulder caught the tall woman in the sternum. "Althea!" Jek exclaimed, and wrapped the smaller woman in her arms, containing her wildly flailing arms. "It's me, it's Jek, calm down!"

After a moment, Althea stopped struggling. She threw her head back to look up at Jek. Her hair was wild, her eyes dilated to black pits. She breathed the stench of vomit. "I have to kill him," Althea grated. Her head swayed on her neck. She clutched at her friend's shoulder. "Promise me you'll help me kill him."

"Althea, what's wrong with you?" Jek turned a furious gaze on Wintrow. "What has been done to her?"

"He raped me," Althea gasped. "Ke

Jek looked at Wintrow over Althea's bent head, horrified at her friend's rambling state. "You'll be all right now," she said faintly. Her eyes were uncertain.

"Vivacia is asking for you, right now," Wintrow told her hastily. It was the most comforting thing he could think to say. "She wants you to come to her right away."

"My ship," Althea half-sobbed. She staggered free of Jek's embrace and careened down the hallway.

"What's wrong with her?" Jek demanded of Wintrow. Cold fury was in her eyes.

"It's too much poppy," he explained, and then found he was talking to empty air. She had hastened after Althea.

THE FOREDECK HAD NEVER BEEN SO FAR AWAY. ALTHEA MOVED IN A DREAM. THE air was gelid against her, but if she leaned on it, it gave way all too easily. She forced her way down the companionway, one shoulder braced against the wall. When she reached the open deck, it stretched leagues before her. She dared herself to brave it. Then Jek was at her side, taking her arm. Without a word, she leaned on her and began to step away the distance.

Tears stung her eyes. She felt she walked through time as much as distance. She was finally walking away from her foolish decisions and toward the place she was meant to be. She had lost Brashen, and poor Paragon, and all the hands who had come so far with them. Ke

That dog's son Ke

"Move your other foot now," Jek said quietly. "Lift it to the next rung."

"What?" What was she talking about?

"Here," she offered, and abruptly Althea felt herself lifted and shoved up the ladder. She scrabbled at it faintly, got a grip, and then Jek unceremoniously shoved her the rest of the way up it. She crawled onto the foredeck on her hands and knees, knowing that something was wrong with that, but unable to think of a different way to manage it. Then Jek was beside her, hauling her onto her feet.