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"Oh, Ventani's fine, love. I tell you I don't know what I'd of done."
"Good thing I come along, that's what." Altair put her over to the side, where dozens of boats were moored, some few to each other thi
They slid in next a number of skips—"How's she doing down there?" one man asked as they tied in, "They got that out?"
"They got 'er out," Mintaka said, walking to the side. And started filling in the details.
Lord. At it already.
Altair ran in the pole and got down on her knees on the halfdeck. Likely Mintaka collapsed and raised the tarp to get about, what times she moved at all. But there was no tie to the halfdeck and Altair slid down into the shelter, got head and shoulders under, into that closeness. It stank of old blankets and wet wool and mildew. "You awake?" she asked Mondragon,
"I assure you," he said in a voice all frosty cold. " Nowwhere?"
"Forward." She found him in the dark and gave him a push, reaching then to keep her cap on as she crawled out the curtain after him into the dark.
"—Jones here got me in," Mintaka was saying to the folk next over, and: "Lord, here's the nice uptown lad, ain't he fine? And Jones here pulled him from the water—I got to tell ye that—"
"Gran," Altair said, and took her by one thick sweatered arm and drew her across the well to the other side. "Gran, I got to go, I got to get my boat and take this nice m'ser uptown. And I'll pay you next week."
"You sure you want to go? You want to take me around while you find Suleiman—why, I'd even ride along when you go take the m'ser home."
"Gran, she's right across the way, right over Fishmarket, not a bit of trouble, and I don't want that arthritis to bother you."
"Gran Mintaka," Mondragon said, and fished in his pocket and came up with coin two of which were silver-pale among the copper-dark. "I want you to have this. For the loan of your boat."
Mintaka's face was a cipher in the shadow.
"Will you take it?"
She cupped her hands beneath his, and took the coins. "That be fine," she said, and there was a quaver in her voice."That be right fine."
"I'd like to come back and get that sweater sometime."
"Oh, I be by Miller's Bridge a lot." It was reverence in her voice. It was adoration.
Damn you, Mondragon, you got no heart, lead an old woman on like that. She believes you, you know it?
"Come on," Altair said.
"M'sera," he said to Mintaka, "but say I was small and dark, because if my father knew I was down on Port he'd take his stick to me. There's this girl down there, and our families—It's trouble for her too, do you see?"
4'Oh," said Mintaka, "oh, I do."
"Come on, ser," Altair said, and swept off her cap and beckoned sternly shoreward.
Chapter 6
THE shore was a brick rim that held the tie-rings and made a walk all uneven and shadowy around Ventani's great bulk and the towering triple structure of Fishmarket Bridge. Altair walked along rapidly, dodged her way along the storefront on the corner and headed for the bridgehead and a gleam of light from Moghi's. Till Mondragon caught her by the arm. "That's Fishmarket," he hissed. "That she is."
"Dammit!" It was a whisper, but his voice cracked doing it. "I told you uptown!"
"You want to get there alive?" she hissed back. "We've come in a circle! We're back behind where we started, dammitall! You think it's some damn joke?"
"Shut it down, you want gran to hear? Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to get you under cover whiles I get my boat. You got any more coin?"
"Some." It was a reasonable voice. Scantly. "For what?"
"How much?"
"I don't damn well know. Maybe a dem in change. I gave you—"
"I just wanted to know." She hooked his arm and slid her fingers down to his hand. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Round here." One of Merovingen-below's rare walkways opened behind the stonework that supported the stair timbers, a dark cut between two buildings that became one building up above. "Leads over to Moghi's. Back way.
You know this place. You ought to. This is where they dumped you off the bridge. Now we can go in here or we can go over the bridge; or we can sort of slip round the Ventani on the other side and I can find you a hole that ain't occupied while I go hunt my boat. But Moghi's is dry and I can deal with him. Which d'you want?"
He had stopped. He had her hand or she had his and he was gentle about it, but she remembered that strength of his.
Lord, Mondragon, you got a twisty mind and I wish I knew which way it was turning.
"Sun's coming up," she said, " 'bout now. See that sky over there? Thatain't fire. Now we can just walk after my boat together if you want. But I got the feeling you'd like to stay out of sight. And you ain't particularly scared of this place, for all it done to you—not when you told me to tie up over there at Hanging Bridge, you didn't."
"I didn't tell you to tie up there. Let me off, I said."
"Well, it's lucky for you I followed you, ain't it?"
He jerked his hand loose and motioned her ahead.
"'S truth," she said; and walked on into the alley. She slipped her hook loose and carried it, the wood crosspiece firm in her fist. In case. She heard Mondragon's steps behind her, grit on stone in this maze that crooked round to Moghi's backside.
The door to the shed there was always unlocked. And strangely nothing got stolen, not so much as a stray bit of wood when the rains washed the boards loose. She pulled the rickety door open and walked in, heard Mondragon still behind her. "Close that."
"It's dark enough as it is."
"You show a light here Moghi'll slit our throats. Close the damn door."
It closed. She found a rope along the wall and pulled it, so that elsewhere in Moghi's rambling little den a bell rang.
"Is this it?"
"Will be. I just rang. They'll come. Don't get so nervous."
"Dammit, I don't take to being kidnapped from one end of town to the other."
"Just go coasting up to Boregy, huh?"
"That's what I thought you'd do, I kept thinking you had some back way in mind; the old woman's boat was the best thing we could have used—no one would look twice at it. Jones is smart, I told myself, I go along with it. Then, no, we weren't going uptown; but you were going to find that boat of yours and we'd get uptown on our own. Dammit, you didn't have to get into that jam-up on the canal if it was going to take all night. Now we've got an old woman telling the tale up and down the city, we've got one more of your damn ideas here, and no boat; and if you think you're playing some damn petty childish trick to hang yourself round my neck, you're playing a damn dangerous game."
There was a hook in her hand. She held that hand still; and drew in a breath and another one and a third before she had her throat under control. "I'd damn well hit you," she said. "I wish I could. Sure, I did it to get back at you. I been doing the work, ye damned lay around, I been waked out of sleep and scorched and flung in the canal and run half dead, and I poled you up and down this damned city till my gut hurts—" Her throat closed up. She tried for air and shoved hard with the heel of her hand when he tried to lay hands on her. "I'll find my boat, dammit, I'll take you to hell, but don't you go telling me how to do it!"