Ship of Destiny

It was a very uneven contest, growing worse. Now that Vivacia and Paragon were on the move, only their desire to keep their catapults at a useful range kept the Jamaillian ships from hemming in the two liveships completely. The white serpent hummocking through the water beside Paragon kept some of the ships at bay, while the lingering effects of the earlier serpent attacks delayed others. Althea saw a mainsail on one vessel suddenly crash down, and surmised that an earlier spraying of serpent-spittle had finally eaten through the sheets.

Their only hope was to break out of the circle and flee for Divvytown. Wintrow had said the town was defensible, but defensible did not mean it could withstand a prolonged siege. She suspected that as long as the Satrap lived, the Jamaillian fleet would not give up. And once he had died, they would eliminate all witnesses. Would they hold back from wiping out a whole pirate settlement? She did not think so.

Down on the deck, men were moving Ke

Amber suddenly spoke below her. "Best come down. Brashen is sure a rock is going to come by and carry you off with it."

Paragon had already taken one solid hit that had taken out part of his railing and scored his deck.

"I'd best get down, too," Amber continued. "It sounds like Kyle is making a fuss over Ke

"Kyle?" The word burst out of Althea.

"Didn't Brashen tell you? Ke

"No. He didn't. We haven't had much time to talk." Now there was an understatement. Ke

Kyle Haven, Keffria's missing husband, stood in the door of Paragon's house, blocking the way. Althea recognized his voice. "Throw it over the side!" he demanded harshly. "Murderer! Thieving c-c-cutthroat!" He stammered hoarsely in his fury. "Deserved to die! Feed him to the serpents-as he fed my crew to the serpents."

The two men bearing the body looked disgruntled, but the old woman who must be Ke

Althea dropped lightly to the deck and hurried over. "Let her pass, Kyle. Tormenting her won't change a thing that Ke

Nevertheless, as he turned to stare at her, her hatred melted into horror. His angry confidence had vanished the moment she challenged him. His hands jerked spasmodically as he glared at her without comprehension. "What?" he demanded querulously. "Who?"

"Althea Vestrit," she said quietly. She stared at him.

He bore the marks of many beatings. Teeth were missing and scars seamed his face. Gray streaked his unkempt blond hair. Blows to his head had crazed his control of his head and hands. He moved with trembling and corrections like a very old man.

Amber stood just behind Althea. She spoke gently, in the same tones she had used when Paragon was in one of his tempers. "Let it go, Kyle. He's dead. It doesn't matter anymore. You're safe now."

"Doesn't matter!" he sputtered, outraged. "Does matter! Look at me. Damn mess. Your fault!" he suddenly declared, pointing at Althea with a shaky, crooked finger. His twisted hands made her feel faint to look at him. They bore the marks of systematic breaking. "Your fault-you u

Althea scarcely heard his words. She saw instead how he struggled to find words and force them from his mouth. Kyle took a great breath, his face mottling red with his effort. "I curse you! Die on this mad ship! Curse you with bad luck. Dead man on board. You'll die on this deck. Mark that! I curse you! All! I curse you!" He threw wide his shaky hands and saliva flew from his lips.

Althea stared at him, unspeaking. The true curse was that he was Keffria's husband, the father of Wintrow, Malta and Selden. It was her duty to restore him to them. The thought made her blood cold. Had not Malta suffered enough? She had idealized this man. Must she return this bitter wreckage to her sister's side?

When his words did not make his wife's sister flinch, his face wrinkled with fury. He spat on the deck before her, intending insult, but the spittle dribbled from his chin and she felt only appalled. She found words and spoke them calmly. "Kyle. Let him by, for the sake of his mother's grief. Let them pass."

While Kyle stared at her in slow comprehension, the men slipped past him with Ke

Althea looked away, only to have her eyes fall on Kyle. Still muttering and swinging feeble fists in a display of anger, he gestured wildly as he shuffled away from them. His left foot turned out awkwardly.

Amber spoke quietly. "At night, in our room, you used to say you longed to meet him just one more time. Just so you could confront him with what he did."

"He stole my ship from me. He ruined my dreams." She spoke the old accusation. It sounded impossible now. Althea could not look away from the lurching figure. "Sa save us all." The encounter had taken but a few seconds but she felt years older. She dragged her gaze from Kyle to look at her friend. "Cheated of vengeance twice in one day," she observed in a shaky voice.

Amber gave her a surprised look. "Is that truly how you feel?"

"No. No, it isn't at all." Althea searched her heart and was surprised at what she felt. "Grateful. For my life, for my intact body. For a man like Brashen in my life. Sa's breath, Amber, I have nothing to complain about." She looked up suddenly, as if waking from a nightmare. "We've got to survive this, Amber. We have to. I've a life to live."

"Each of us does," Amber replied. She looked across the water to where men fought on the decks of the locked ships. "And a death to die as well," she added more softly.

"WHAT WOULD KENNIT DO NOW?" WINTROW MUTTERED TO HIMSELF AS HE sca