"He will kill her," she promised.
I looked beyond her, as she intended. Nihkolara stood on the dock at the end of the plank. His left hand rested on the back of Del's neck. Pretty much as I'd expected; I'd known I could take the crew-well, believed I could-but was not foolish enough to assume victory would be all-encompassing. Not when Del was at risk. But it takes small things as well as large to win, outside the circle as much as within.
Del's clothing, soaked and dripping, was wrapped closely around her body, more like shroud than tunic. Fair hair, now unbraided, was slicked severely back from her face, baring the bones of her skull, the bitter acknowledgment that she was surety of my behavior once again. I thought of what his touch had done to me: set a weeping rash around my wrist, burned the flesh of my throat, stopped the heart in my chest. Thought of what else-and to whom-that touch might do.
I grounded the swordtip in the wood of the plank. "All I wanted," I told Prima truthfully, "was an explanation."
Sopping hair, stripped of coils and curls and darkened to the color of old blood, streamed over her shoulders. The thin fabric of her clothing, plastered against flesh, underscored how lush her compact body was. "About what?"
"loSkandi, ioSkandic," I said. "What it is, what it means-and why the touch of his hand upon a person can do things to him." Or to her.
Prima's lips peeled back from her teeth. With great disdain, she said, "Have you never heard of magic?"
I arched brows. "Your implication being that Nihko has it."
"Nihko is it," she hissed between clamped jaws.
"I thought Nihko is-or was-a priest."
"loSkandic," she said. "Priests. Mages."
"Both?"
Prima Rhannet laughed. "He'll pray for you," she promised, "even as he kills you."
"How economical. Priest and mage for the price of one." Smiling, I tossed the blade aside before she could demand its return; steel flashed on its way to the water. As expected, the action enraged her. "Now, captain. Suppose you and I discuss how it is we can all of us get new swords."
Back aboard a ship I'd hoped never to see again, let alone revisit, Prima and her first mate were coldly angry that I had accomplished so much in so little time, even if they'd regained the upper hand eventually. I'd cost them the pride and self-confidence of their crew, which had survived the encounter even if the decks were now stained with their blood; had cost them every blade they had on board; and had proven the only way they could truly defeat me was to use coercion or magic. Not a pleasant realization or prospect for people who believed they were naturally superior at everything.
I leaned against the rail, arms folded, more relaxed than I'd been in weeks. There are people in the world who want to win at any cost, who will use any means to win. But Prima Rhannet and Nihkolara were not so ruthless as they might prefer me to believe. She'd said more than once they only killed people if there were no other way. Now I knew, and they knew, and they knew I knew that they knew I was not so easily dealt with as they'd believed-and that unless they truly did mean to kill me they'd better not dismiss me quite so easily.
Prima scowled at me as she paced the deck. She was damp, but drying, and her wiry hair, wind-tossed, had begun to curl again.
"So," I said cheerfully, "what comes next?"
She stopped pacing. "You go back to Akritara."
"Won't you even consider giving us passage elsewhere?"
"I will not."
"Why not?"
"Business," she said coolly, "with the metri."
"Still?"
"Still."
I swore briefly, which amused Prima and her first mate.
"Back," the captain said, "to Akritara."
I feigned shock. "May we do that? After all, we walked all the way down here-"
Nihkolara made a sound of disgust. "And after what you were told about soiling, and cleansing-"
"And having no coin, I attempted to barter with that ring you've got in your hand," I continued with blithe disregard for his comment. "But no one would permit us to go near them, let alone take us down on molah-back, or wash our feet at the bottom."
Nihko inhaled a long, hissing breath of intense displeasure.
"Fool," his captain said coldly. "You may have ruined everything."
"How is that, exactly?" I inquired. "Just what is it you and the priest-mage are after?"
"Swords," she said sharply. "Thanks to you."
"Ah. Well, then, speaking of swords-"
Prima cut me off. "The metri has sent to say she will hire me to supply a sword to you, and to her." The direction of her eyes flicked to Del. "But this will cost the metri far more, now, than before, because she must make good our losses-due to your folly-and you will then owe her even more of your time." Her blazing smile was unexpected and maliciously sweet. "Is that what you hoped for?"
Cheerfulness dissipated. I glared.
It pleased her; her mood shifted to crisp competence tinged with victory. "You will be escorted back to Akritara, where the metri will be told of your behavior. Punishment lies within her purview-"
"Wait," I interrupted sharply. "Punishment is not part of the plan."
"What is the plan?" Prima asked with poisonous clarity. "Have you one? Or are you hoping merely to take advantage of a dying old woman who so desperately wants a proper heir?"
"You're the ones who took advantage of us! " I shot back.
"Yes," the captain agreed with elaborate precision. "We are pirates. That is what we do."
When I could not immediately come up with a properly devastating retort, Prima turned away. To Nihko, she said, "Is he soiled beyond redemption?"
He looked at Del briefly, then at me. For a long time. "No," he said finally. "But it will prove costly to have him cleansed appropriately so he may walk among the Houses again. The metri will not be pleased."
"Will the priests do it?"
He shrugged. "She is the Stessa metri, and they will accept her petition-"
"And coin?" I inquired sweetly.
"-with the proper rituals invoked and completed." Nihko's gaze flicked to me. "Provided he does no more damage to her Name and House than has already been done."
"Look," I said, "I'm getting pretty tired of-" And was slammed to my knees, though no one touched me.
"Enough," Nihkolara hissed, so stiff he trembled with it. "If you will not hold your silence when it serves us, I will seal your mouth permanently."
My knees, mashed against hard wood, were most unhappy. But I didn't have the time or inclination to listen to their complaints. I cleared my throat experimentally, making sure nothing had been permanently sealed quite yet. "You can do that, huh?"
"What I can do," he said, "you cannot begin to comprehend."
"That's encouraging."
He flipped something at me. Wary now of what he next planned, I ducked, squeezing my eyes closed. Whatever it was struck my forehead, bounced off, rolled briefly against the deck. I opened my eyes and saw it then, clearly: the discarded brow ring, glinting in sunlight.
"Priests in general have a facility for mercy," Nihko observed coolly. "But be wary of mine."
"You know," I said conversationally, "I'm right here with you, and I don't feel sick at all."
"That may be remedied," he suggested. "Shall I have you spew your guts here and now?"
"Magic," Del said intently, and put up a hand to forestall question or comment. "Magic, Tiger. It has always affected you."
I arched brows. "Magic affects a lot of people. That's sort of the point."
"No. I mean how it affects you, much of it. You have said many times it makes you feel odd, as if your bones itch." She paused delicately. "And we know how it affects your belly."