“ Stay low,” Sicarius said when she crawled onto the roof.
A thin coating of snow made for slick footing, and Amaranthe almost slipped. A face-first smash into the roof would be one way to stay low.
Sicarius pointed to the lighted pilothouse perched at the front, then headed aft, toward the pair of smokestacks. Basilard’s dark form slipped out of sight behind one. Amaranthe waited until Akstyr and Sespian joined her, then headed for the smokestacks. She expected another stop before they reached Books, but found him hunkered behind one of the big black stacks, his bulging backpack at his side and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“ Cozy.” Akstyr kicked a clump of snow off the roof.
“ It comes with a pleasant view at least,” Amaranthe said.
Looking aft, they could see the river streaming behind the steamboat. The snow dusting the banks made the forest appear bright, despite the cloudy sky.
“ The enforcers have Akstyr’s magic books and know we’re all aboard,” Books said. “It won’t be long before they search up here. We have to get off at Port Medar and wait for the next boat. Or catch a train into the capital.”
“ We can’t leave.” Amaranthe waved for Books to move his backpack, and she crouched in the snow beside him. The others joined them, hunkering close to stay out of the view from the pilothouse.
“ Why?” Books asked.
Amaranthe explained the weapons and finished with, “I thought you might have some ideas.”
Books groaned.
“ Is that a general this-night-is-getting-worse-and-worse groan or a we’ll-never-come-up-with-a-solution-to-this-problem groan?” Amaranthe asked.
Books let his head clunk back against the smokestack.
“ I’m afraid that might be a yes to both,” Amaranthe said to Sicarius.
“ Can we remove the rockets and dump them overboard?” Sespian asked. “If the cubes are set into that yellow substance, you’d think they’d be difficult to inadvertently break.”
Amaranthe brushed aside snow to clear a place to sit. “Once Forge found out they were missing, they’d just send a boat back downriver to retrieve them from the bottom.”
“ But that would take a while, right?” Sespian asked. “They wouldn’t know exactly where we dumped them.”
“ If Akstyr can track them, I’m sure Forge can find a practitioner to do the same,” Amaranthe said.
“ Oh. That makes sense. My mind isn’t accustomed to factoring magical solutions into problems yet.”
“ Even without a practitioner,” Akstyr said, “some farmer that wandered down to the river at night would probably see the glow seeping up from the bottom and tell everybody in town.”
Amaranthe frowned. The possibility of innocent people accidentally setting off the weapons and destroying their entire community was too dreadful to consider.
“ What about dumping them in the lake?” Sespian asked. “There are spots hundreds of meters deep.”
“ And not as inaccessible as you’d think,” Amaranthe murmured. “Although… Akstyr, you didn’t sense that underwater laboratory from the surface, did you?”
“ Nah, not until we got close. Water’s real dense and there’s all those pesky fishes and things clogging it up.”
Books snorted at this description of marine life.
“ You can’t sense artifacts as easily through it,” Akstyr continued, “unless you’re a strong practitioner.”
“ We better not assume Forge doesn’t have access to a strong practitioner,” Amaranthe said.
“ Wait.” Books shifted beneath his blanket to face Akstyr. “The density of a substance surrounding an… artifact affects your ability to sense it?”
“ Yup. There are even practitioners who specialize in making insulated lead boxes to hide items from other practitioners.”
“ Hm,” Books said. “I have an idea, providing Port Medar has sufficient resources. I’ve not been there, but I understand it’s a small town with only a few industries.”
“ How destructive will this idea be?” Sespian asked.
“ I do not come up with destructive ideas,” Books said. “You are thinking of that ignorant buffoon, Maldynado.” Books gazed toward the nearest riverbank and lowered his voice for Amaranthe alone. “I should only need a couple of people to gather supplies for my plan. We could split up the team and search for him. If he and Yara ran all night, they may arrive at Port Medar shortly after us.”
“ We can do that,” Amaranthe said, thinking that it was amazing how men could constantly snipe at each other and yet, beneath it all, care for each other. She hoped Books got a chance to tell Maldynado that some day.
Evrial hiked upriver beneath the early morning sun, smiling to herself as she leafed through the enforcer’s journal. Behind her, Maldynado whistled a cheery tune, drawing enthusiastic responses from birds perched in overhead boughs. She thought to admonish him for making so much noise-after all, the enforcers they’d tossed overboard might have come ashore on the same side of the river-but she supposed that’d be hypocritical of her. After all, she hadn’t been thinking of keeping a watch or paying a whit of attention to their surroundings the night before. There’d been hours — her grin widened at the memory of those hours-when someone could have sneaked up on them.
Her smile faded when she read further in the book. “Uh oh.”
Maldynado ducked under a branch dripping melted snow onto the muddy trail. “Problem?”
“ We may want to pick up our pace. Can we catch the others at the next port?”
“ The River Dancer is probably already docked at Port Medar. I’m not sure how far away we are, but we lost a lot of time last night, er, warming up.”
Evrial blushed, thinking of just how warm they’d gotten, but she forced herself to concentrate on the journal. “‘Some of those enforcers may have been the same people we fought on our trip downriver, but they weren’t put on this boat to look for us, not originally anyway.” She pointed at a paragraph on the page. “They were spying on the circus troupe because the outfit is suspected of smuggling. Listen to this: ‘ We located the magical contraband in a secret compartment area under the dining hall. They appear to be rockets, and they glow with a yellow luminescence. We believe this forbidden cargo is even more dangerous than the chief thought. It seems likely these weapons are being ushered to the capital to be used in someone’s play for the throne. Unfortunately, Corporal Lutkuv triggered a trap when our search was interrupted. We lost him and will have to return to see if he made it out. We-’ That’s it. It looks like the last few lines were scribbled in a hurry, and he stopped mid-thought.”
Maldynado rubbed the night’s growth of stubble darkening his jaw. “We weren’t far from that area when we ran into those fellows. Akstyr must have sensed the magic near the dining hall. Emperor’s balls, magical rockets?” He kicked a rock into the snow-blanketed ferns lining the trail. “Blast Ravido, doesn’t he have advantages enough already?”
“ Any idea what yellow luminescence would indicate?” Evrial asked.
“ If you want to know about magic, you took the wrong fellow overboard with you.”
“ But would Akstyr have rescued me? He’s rougher than some of the thugs I used to arrest back home.”
“ Oh, he would have gone after you. So long as he thought you had some magical gewgaw in your pocket or knew the secret location to a foreign tome on the subject.” Maldynado waved to the trail, indicating she could go first and set the pace.
Yes, they’d better get going if they hoped to have any chance of catching up with the steamboat. “He’s a true hero.” Evrial set off down the trail at a jog, her boots squishing in the mud, sending brown splatters into the melting snow with each step.
Maldynado trotted after her. “Not everybody has my finely honed sense of chivalry.”
“ Yes… By the way, did you see me go overboard, realize I was in danger, and dive in to save me? Or did one of the enforcers knock you overboard and you figured you might as well pull me off the bottom since you were already wet?”