“I only say what is plainly true,” Tao Zhe answered. He finished with his needlework and covered the wound with a hot compress. “There is little more I can do. It will trouble you for a tenday or so. Try not to get stabbed there again.”
“I’ll take it under advisement.”
The old Shou grinned. He collected his medicine kit and retreated to his galley.
Murkelmor managed to rig a working rudder cable only a couple of hours after sunrise. With the rudder repaired, Geran was able to turn Moonshark back to the northwest and Hulburg. But the strong autumn wind was directly out of that quarter, and so he had to resign himself to a west by southwesterly tack, heading back out toward the middle of the sea as the pirate ship fought its way back to windward. A gray, stiff chop arose by afternoon, so that Moonshark battered her way through whitecapped waves as she ran, soaking the decks with cold spray. The rough seas ruled out any idea of taking in sail and putting out oars that Geran might have entertained; rowing was possible under such conditions, but just barely.
In midafternoon Geran decided that he couldn’t afford to extend his tack any farther to the south, and came north to run across the wind. He wasn’t sure if he’d strike the coastline east or west of Hulburg at this point, but he was fairly certain that he’d be nowhere near as far west as the ruins of Seawave. Due to their night of sailing off course and the morning of drifting ahead of the wind, there was no way they’d reach the Black Moon’s rendezvous point. If he had been intending to join the raid on Hulburg, he’d have to steer straight for the city at this point and join the rest of the flotilla there.
Since the afternoon was growing late, he figured he’d better prepare the crew for a change of plan. He called Murkelmor, Tao Zhe, and a few of the other fist leaders together on the quarterdeck about an hour before sunset. “Between the rudder damage and the shifting of the wind, I think we’re too far east of the Black Moon rendezvous to meet up with the other ships,” he told them. “They’re gathering a good twenty miles west of the town in just a couple of hours. But I think we can reach Hulburg by midnight without too much trouble, and that’s what I intend to steer for. We know that’s where the rest of the Black Moon is bound, and we can join the flotilla there.”
“The High Captain will no’ be pleased with us,” Murkelmor said.
“It can’t be helped at this point,” said Geran. “If the attack on Hulburg succeeds, I’d wager that many sins will be forgiven. If not, well, I’ll take the blame.”
Moonshark kept on her northerly tack for the rest of the afternoon and through the sunset. Still no sight of the northern shore greeted them, and Geran began to fear that he’d somehow completely lost his reckoning in the last few hours. He couldn’t bear the idea that Moonshark might be too far away for him to get some word of warning to Hulburg. At least the raid would be one ship short if that were the case, but then he and his companions would have to deal with an extremely-perhaps lethally-disappointed crew. Finally, as the last embers of sunset gleamed low in the sky to the west, the lookout aloft called out “Land ho!” Geran hurried to the bow, peering into the gloaming to see what he could make of their position, and his heart sank.
They were still ten miles east of Hulburg, perhaps more. He quickly calculated time and distances in his head, trying to envision the course they’d have to follow. With this wind, Moonshark could make perhaps seven or eight knots running close-hauled, but they’d have to cover maybe three times as much distance on the tack as they actually managed to make good against the wind. That meant another four or five hours of sailing before they reached the Arches. He returned to the quarterdeck, thinking furiously.
“Do you know this stretch of coast?” Hamil asked him. “How far from Hulburg are we?”
“I do, and we’re too far east,” Geran answered. “I think we’re out of time.”
Hamil and Sarth exchanged looks with each other. The sorcerer frowned. “So what do we do now?” he asked.
Geran didn’t see any other alternatives. He pointed at the coastline, perhaps three miles distant. “Unless I’m badly mistaken, that’s Sulan Head. It’s about ten miles east of Hulburg by the old coastal road. I’d bring the ship in to land on the beach at its foot, but that might take another hour, and I don’t dare let the crew see me do something like that. They would surely suspect treachery. Sarth, can you reach the coast from here with your flying spell?”
Sarth studied the distance and nodded. “Yes, and perhaps a little more.”
“Then I need you to leave the ship, get to Hulburg, and warn Kara, the harmach, whomever you can find that the Black Moon raid is on its way. I don’t know if I can beat the Black Moon ships to Hulburg from here, not with the way the weather is running, but you may be able to on foot. By my reckoning, you’ve got three or four hours to cover the distance. Can you do it?”
“It must be done, so it will be done.” Sarth looked back at Moonshark’s deck. “What about you and Hamil? If the crew notices that I am missing, they may rise against you.”
“I’ll tell them you’re below, using Narsk’s cabin to study your spells. That should work well enough for a short time.” Geran paused as a stray thought crossed his mind. “That reminds me-Hamil, what’s in that letter you found in Narsk’s pocket?”
Hamil frowned. “I’d forgotten it. Just a moment.” He pulled it out and carefully opened it under the light of the swinging stern lantern. After a moment, he shook his head and passed it to Sarth. “It looks like some kind of incantation.”
Sarth glanced at it and shrugged. “Arcane words are written in several different tongues, and I had thought I would at least recognize a few words in any of them. But this is nonsense to me. Keep it safe, and I will see if I can use magic to decipher it when I have the opportunity to study it carefully.” He looked back to Geran. “What will you do with Moonshark?”
Geran smiled grimly. “I still need to get to Hulburg, and Moonshark’s going to take me there. Now, let’s get you on your way, because I’ve got to turn the ship and run away from the coast again in just a few minutes.”
FIFTEEN
8 Marpenoth, the Year of the Ageless One (1479 DR)
Kraken Queen raced past the Arches of Hulburg’s harbor an hour after midnight, her oars sweeping her eagerly ahead through the whitecaps and the wind-driven rain. At her back came Daring, Wyvern, and Seawof-all told, almost five hundred Black Moon corsairs thirsting for blood, rape, and treasure. Few lights showed in the town, only a handful of streetlamps and the occasional lanternlit doorway of a tavern or merchant tradeyard. Sergen Hulmaster shaded his eyes from the wind and the rain, peering anxiously at the shoreline. If some word of the Black Moon fleet had come to Hulburg, he expected that ranks of Shieldsworn, merchant coster mercenaries, and even the laughable militia companies of the Spearmeet would be waiting by the wharves to repel the attack. But the waterside streets seemed abandoned.
Sergen allowed himself a small smile. “You were right, Father,” he said. “I think we’ve surprised them.” Given the mysterious absence of Moonshark, he’d spent most of the three-hour sprint from the ruins of Seawave fighting down his own misgivings about the enterprise. It seemed an inauspicious beginning to the night, and he’d urged his father to wait. But Kamoth had been impatient to launch the attack, worried that the worsening weather might make it impossible to strike in a timely manner and that delay would result in the fleet’s discovery.
The High Captain grinned fiercely, throwing a challenge to fate. “Of course I was right!” he said. “You’ve no stomach for this sort of stroke, Sergen. Caution and forethought are fine, but sometimes you need to throw fortune to the wind and see what comes.” He held out his arms, allowing the crewmen who attended him to finish strapping on his scarlet armor. It was fashioned in the shape of a long coat of piscine scales, with finlike embellishments at the joints and an open-faced helm with a fanged sea-serpent design.