I waved at Barley. "Just to see if you can do it." Why didn't he mind his own business? Gods, I needed a drink.
Then Priest caught my eye. Priest, the king of us alkies. The man who peddled salvation to the rest of us and remained incapable of saving himself. Priest did not have a tin cup either. He leaned over the starboard rail. His expression said that his guts were tearing him apart. His need for a drink was devouring him. But he was not drinking. His back was to Barley.
"Look at Priest," I murmured.
"I see him, Bowman. And I see you."
The cramps started then. They pissed me off. I whirled and planted myself
against the rail, mimicking Priest, overlooking the bowsprit. I tried to shut out the world.
"No way that pervert is going to outlast me," I declared.
Our bow began rising and falling gently. The water was assuming the character of a normal sea. Our resurrection was about finished.
I did not look forward to its completion. I could get seasick in a rowboat on a lake on a breezy day.
The other vessel was hull up on the horizon and headed our way fast.
I reexamined my bow and arrows. Just in case.
VI
Had we changed? The gods witness, we had. The two-master came in alongside, gently, and we did not swarm over her. We did not cast her screaming crew to the sharks. We did not set her aflame. We did not do any thing but hold our weapons ready and wait. Colgrave did not ask us to do anything more.
Mica and I surveyed our shipmates. I'm sure he saw as much wonder in my face as I saw in his.
We watched Colgrave almost constantly. The Old Man would determine the smaller vessel's fate. Like it or not, if he gave the order, we would attack.
"We're a pack of war dogs," I told: Mica. "We might as well be slaves." He nodded.
Never a word escaped our mad captain's mouth. That astonished him more than the rest of us, I think.
The ship lay bumping against Dragon for fifteen minutes. Her strangely clad, silent crewmen studied us. We studied them. Not a one would meet my eye. They knew who and what we were. We could smell the fear in them.
Yet they had come to us, and they stayed. And that was reason for us to fear.
The vessel had a small deckhouse amidships. Its door finally opened. Two more strangers stepped out, stationed themselves to either side. They studied us with startled, frightened eyes.
A person in red came forth, looked up.
"A woman!" Mica swore.
We did not have a reputation for being gallant.
"I don't think so...." But I could not be sure. I had never seen a bald woman. "But.... Call it an it."
Its incredible blue eyes stared in slight bewilderment. Unlike its shipmates, it did not fear us. It was confident.
I got the impression that we had been a disappointment. Because we had not conformed to our vicious reputation.
The urge to let an arrow fly was as strong in me as the need for a drink. I did not bend my bow.
One glance into those weird eyes was all I could handle. Incredible Power sparked them. They proclaimed their possessor a sorcerer greater than he who had banished us to fogs and leaden seas.
The creature also had that aura of command that animated Colgrave.
"This's the one who called us back," I whispered.
Mica nodded.
I had myself in control. I tested the draw of my bow.
Black birds wheeled overhead, screeching their consternation. One dove at the figure in red.
The figure raised a palm. It spoke a single word.
Feathers exploded. They spun down toward ships and sea, smoldering as they fell. The stench of burnt feathers assailed the air.
The naked albatross smashed into Dragon's side. It broke its, neck. It thrashed in the water briefly, then changed form. In seconds it became a thing like a snake of night. The thing wriggled away through water and air with lightning speed.
Its companions screeched once, then remained silent. They did not cease their endless patrol. They clearly prefered avoiding their comrade's liberation.
The figure in red said something.
Someone shouted orders in a strange language. Sailors threw grappling hooks over Dragon's rail.
I looked at Colgrave. An arrow lay across my bow.
He made a slight negative head gesture.
"He has changed," I told Mica. "He says let them come." I looked again. Colgrave was instructing Toke and Lank Tor. They descended to the maindeck.
They disposed the men in such fashion that they could attack the boarders from all sides. We waited.
One of the smaller ship's officers came up. He looked round, saw the lay of things. He was not happy. He glanced at me. I half drew my bow. He cringed.
I laughed. Old Barley giggled. The crew took it up.
We were not kind people. We enjoyed tormenting our captives.
Again Colgrave gave me that little headshake. A nasty grin smeared his face too. He liked my joke.
More of them came. And more, and more.
"Mica, they're all coming over." "Looks like."
They stood on the maindeck, nervously watched Colgrave.
"Slide back and tell the Old Man we can sneak down and knock a hole in their bottom when they're all up here. If he wants."
Mica grinned. "Yeah." It was his kind of dirty trick. He liked sneaking. I expect his sins involved some fancy sneakiness. He wasn't chicken, mind. Just the kind of guy who sees the advantages of backstabbing. A low-risk type guy. He could handle himself face-to-face, when the stakes were high. He shoved through the strangers. They twisted away from him like he was a plague carrier.
I watched a grin spread across Colgrave's battered face. It was as lopsided as the altars of Hell. The muscles only worked on one side.
He liked it. My suggestion did not violate his inexplicable armistice with the creature in red.
Mica almost danced back to the forecastle.
The sorcerer boarded last. Its crew surrounded it. It disappeared among them. They were all bigger.
I laughed, catching the creature's attention. I again half drew my bow.
It looked at me with no apparent fear, but I knew better. I knew I could take the sorcerer if just one instant's gap opened through those bodyguards. We had not been stripped of our defenses. I could get an arrow from here to there quicker than the creature could blink.
It knew too. That was why it had brought its whole crew. In the time it would take us to kill them, it could perform the sorceries needed to save itself.
It, too, concentrated on Colgrave. The Old Man's eye flicked my way just once, for a tenth of a second.
Mica and I rolled over the rail into the ratlines, transferred to the other vessel's stays, got down to her deck in seconds.
"Bowman, you see about sinking her. I'll go through the cabin."
"Good thinking. But look for something besides loose gold."
He gave me a look.
I looked back. Gold was Mica's weakness. Whenever we took a ship, he spent most of the victory celebration scrounging gold and silver. He brought it back, and we took it down and put it in ballast, never knowing what we would ever do with it.
That was one tough little ship. It took me twenty minutes to chop a decent hole through her thin planking. By the time I finished I knew she would not sink before the strangers could get back aboard.