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“Sell me! If only he had tried. No, he pla
I stared at her in the moonlit gloom. Her human-looking face was lovely in that silvery-white light, but she looked sad and lonely – or at least as sad and lonely as a manticore could. I draped my arm around her shoulder and leaned up against her mane, and she let out a little trill that sounded almost grateful.
“If I’d known you were there,” I said, “I’d have cut you loose myself.”
“I do not blame you for the not-knowing,” she said. “He hid me behind a veil of magic.”
“Well,” I said, pulling away from her. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore. We’ll get you home soon.”
“Yes,” the manticore said, and she let out a sweet ringing chiming call. “I know.”
The next morning, me and Naji and Marjani met up in the captain’s quarters to talk about what we were go
“Drop off the manticore,” I said.
Marjani stood staring out the porthole, gazing, I suppose, at the sea. A beam of sunlight settled across the bridge of her nose. “I already told you, I’m not letting that manticore stay onboard my ship longer than I have to.” She turned to Naji. “What were the two remaining tasks? Finding a princess–” Her voice trailed off, and she had a strange, troubled expression.
“Starstones,” Naji said. “Find a princess’s starstones and hold them against my skin.”
Marjani stared at him. “Yes,” she said softly, “I remember now.”
“And the other was to create life out of an act of violence,” I said. “Whatever the hell that means.”
Marjani frowned. “Riddles.”
“Of course.” Naji said. “It’s a northern curse.”
“And what the hell’s a starstone anyway?” I asked.
“Magic,” Marjani said, and she turned back to the porthole, her face blank.
“They’re rare,” Naji said, although he sounded distracted and uncomfortable. “And honestly, I’m not too keen on chasing after them–”
“Why not?”
But Naji and Marjani both ignored me.
“Well?” I said, a
“It’s dangerous,” Naji said.
“Easy answer.”
“Perhaps we could go to one of the universities,” Marjani said. “The scholars might be able to help you.” She was still staring out the porthole. “The university in Arkuz is excellent…” But her voice wavered a little, and I could tell that whatever had sent her off to a life of piracy in the first place still lingered back in Jokja. I had a feeling it was more than complicated than what Chari, the old pirate I’d befriended back on the Ayel’s Revenge, had told me, about her not wanting to marry some nobleman – but I didn’t much want to pry, either.
“Lisirra would be better,” Naji said. “I have more ties there.”
Marjani looked at him. “I suppose that makes sense.” I could hear the relief in her voice.
“What do you think, Ana
I glanced over at Marjani. She wasn’t staring out the window no more, just leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. It was clear to me she didn’t want to go back to Jokja. I thought about Lisirra, the su
“Lisirra sounds good to me.”
And so it was decided. The pirate ship Nadir, formally a nameless Empire sloop, would load up a new crew, drop off a manticore, and sail to the universities of Lisirra.
It only took a day to sail into Bone Island, faster than should’ve been possible. We had favorable winds, and the ship was quicker than any sloop in the Confederation, though Marjani said the Jokja navy had built some rumored to sail even faster. She sneered at a knot of Empire sailors as she told me, like they’d stolen the ship plans from Jokja themselves.
But I suspected Naji might’ve had something to do with the speediness of our trip – he stayed in the captain’s quarters most of the time, the way Marjani told him to, and when I took him some food at Marjani’s request I saw spots of blood on the writing desk.
The day we pulled into port was bright and su
Naji was stretched out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He lifted his head when I came in. We’d hardly spoken since the battle.
“You look like an Empire commander,” he told me. I was still wearing that gold cloak and had taken to knotting my hair back in the Empire style, cause it did do a better job of keeping my hair out of the way.
“You look like a Port Iskassaya drunk.” I hadn’t meant to sass him, but I couldn’t help it, he was so bedraggled. “We’re go
“Marjani has already informed me.”
We stood in silence for a minute longer. Then he lifted his head. “Did you need something, Ana
I stared at him.
“Thank you for calling down the winds,” I finally said. “To get us here faster.”
His face was blank as always, but something glittered in his eyes, some flash of appreciation. I left the captain’s quarters before he could say anything more.
Bone Island had always been my favorite outlaw port of call when I was a kid, cause it’s big enough that it almost feels like a real city, and there are merchants selling clothes and silks and fancy Qilari desserts, instead of just whores and weapons, like at some of the other pirate islands. And it’s always mild there, never cold and never too hot, and the water in the beaches is pure bright blue, the same color as the sky. Even the rains are warm.
Marjani put me in charge of prettying up Naji and making him look like a captain. I didn’t want to do it – I wanted to stay on board the boat with the manticore. But when I said something about it Marjani didn’t even glance up from her maps and notes.
“The manticore,” she said, “will not get us a crew.”
I knew she was right and I knew she was my captain now, too, not in name but in action. I didn’t talk back.
Naji was waiting for me on the docks, his hair brushed out and combed over his scar – otherwise he was filthy. It almost hurt to look at him.
“I want a bath,” he said. “I don’t care if it won’t make me a believable captain. I want a bath.”
“Already pla
I took him to the Night Porch, a whorehouse down near the beach that was attached to the nicest bathhouse on the whole island. Led him round back so I wouldn’t have to see him staring at the whores all draped out in the main room in their silks and jewelry, all of ’em prettier than me.
The baths were nice as I remembered, clean and misty and smelling of aloe and basil. We stood in the entryway, steam curling up Naji’s hair, and he said in this voice like a sigh, “Civilization.”
“Not exactly,” I said. “But close enough.” I jutted my head toward the main room. Men’s laughter boomed out with the steam. “You can go in there.” I tried not to think about the women they kept on hand to slough men’s backs and wash their hair. “I’ll be in the secondary room there.”
Naji frowned. “They separate men and women? In a pleasure house?”
“No,” I said.
Naji opened his mouth, but I whirled away from before he asked me some question I didn’t want to answer. The thought of him seeing me naked next to all those perfect whores made my skin crawl.
“It’ll be difficult for me to relax if we aren’t in the same room,” Naji called out behind me. “The headaches–”
I stopped, one hand on the doorway. I could hear water splashing, the low hum of women’s voices, and I wondered why he was bothering to mention that to me. I knew about his damned headaches, and I also knew there wasn’t any danger here. Part of me wondered if maybe he just wanted my company – but no. I knew better.