Felash eyed the silver spigot. ‘When did I start this?’
‘The rustleaf, Highness? You were six.’
‘And why, again?’
‘It was that or chewing your fingernails down to nothing, as I recall, Highness.’
‘Ah yes, childish habits, thank the gods I’m cured. Now, do you think I dare the deck? I swear I felt a swell back then, which must yield optimism.’
‘The situation is dire, Highness,’ the handmaid said. ‘The crew is weary from working the pumps, and still we list badly. No land in sight, not a breath of wind. There is a very serious risk of sinking.’
‘We had no choice, did we?’
‘The captain and first mate do not agree with that assessment, Highness. Lives were lost, we are barely afloat—’
‘Mael’s fault,’ Felash snapped. ‘Never known the bastard to be so hungry.’
‘Highness, we have never before struck such a bargain with an Elder God—’
‘And never again! But Mother heard, didn’t she? She did. How can that not be worth the sacrifices?’
The handmaid said nothing, sitting back and assuming a meditative pose.
Felash studied the older woman with narrowed eyes. ‘Fine. Opinions differ. Have cooler heads finally prevailed?’
‘I cannot say, Highness. Shall I—’
‘No. As you said, exercise will do me good. Select for me a worthy outfit, something both lithe and flaunting, as befits my sudden maturity. Fifteen! Gods, the slide has begun!’
Her first mate, Shurq Elalle saw, was having trouble managing the canted deck. Not enough sound body parts, she assumed, to warrant much confidence, but for all his awkwardness he moved quickly enough, despite the winces and flinches with every step he took. Pain was not a pleasant thing to live with, not day after day, night upon night, not with every damned breath.
‘I do admire you, Skorgen.’
He squinted up at her as he arrived on the poop deck. ‘Captain?’
‘You take it with a grimace and not much else. There are many forms of courage, I believe, most of which pass unseen by the majority of us. It’s not always about facing death, is it? Sometimes it’s about facing life.’
‘If you say so, Captain.’
‘What do you have to report?’ she asked.
‘We’re sinking.’
Well. She imagined she’d float for a while, and then eventually wander down, like a bloated sack of sodden herbs, until she found the sea bottom. Then it would be walking, but where? ‘North, I think.’
‘Captain?’
‘The Undying Gratitude surely deserves a better fate. Provision the launches. How long do we have?’
‘Hard to say.’
‘Why?’
Skorgen’s good eye squinted. ‘What I meant was, I don’t like saying it. Bad luck, right?’
‘Skorgen, do I need to pack my trunk?’
‘You’re taking your trunk? Will it float? I mean, if we tie it behind the lifeboat? We only got two that’ll float and both are a bit battered. Twenty-nine left in the crew, plus you and me and our guests. Ten in a launch and we’ll be awash at the first whitecap. I ain’t good at numbers but I think we’re off some. Could be people holding on in the water. But not for long, with all those sharks hanging around. Ideal is eight to a boat. We should get down to that quick enough. But your trunk, well, that messes up my figuring.’
‘Skorgen, do you recall loading my trunk?’
‘No.’
‘That’s because I don’t have one. It was a figure of speech.’
‘That’s a relief, then. Besides,’ he added, ‘you probably wouldn’t have the time to pack it anyway. We could roll in the next breath, or so I’m told.’
‘Errant take me, get our guests up here!’
He pointed behind her. ‘There’s the well-born one just coming up, Captain. She’ll float high in the water, that she will, until the—’
‘Lower the launches and round up the crew, Skorgen,’ Shurq said, stepping past him and making her way to the princess.
‘Ah, Captain, I really must—’
‘No time, Highness. Get your handmaiden and whatever clothes you’ll need to stay warm. The ship is going down and we need to get to the launches.’
Blinking owlishly, Felash looked round. ‘That seems rather extreme.’
‘Does it?’
‘Yes. I would imagine that abandoning ship is one of the very last things one would wish to do, when at sea.’
Shurq Elalle nodded. ‘Indeed, Highness. Especially while at sea.’
‘Well, are there no alternatives? It is unlike you to panic.’
‘Do I appear to be panicking?’
‘Your crew is—’
‘Modestly so, Highness, since we don’t quite have the room needed to take everyone, meaning that some of them are about to die in the jaws of sharks. My understanding is, such a death is rather unpleasant, at least to begin with.’
‘Oh dear. Well, what can be done?’
‘I am open to suggestions, Highness.’
‘Perhaps a ritual of salvation …’
‘A what?’
Plump fingers fluttered. ‘Let us assess the situation, shall we? The storm has split the hull, correct?’
‘We hit something, Highness. I am hoping it was Mael’s head. We cannot effect repairs, and our pumps have failed in stemming the tide. As you may note, to starboard, we are very nearly awash amidships. If we were not becalmed, we would have rolled by now.’
‘Presumably, the hold is full of water.’
‘A fair presumption, Highness.’
‘It needs to be—’
A terrible groaning sound reverberated through the deck at their feet.
Felash’s eyes went wide. ‘Oh, what is that?’
‘That is us, Highness. Sinking. Now, you mentioned a ritual. If it involves a certain Elder God of the seas, I should warn you, I cannot vouch for your well-being should my crew learn of it.’
‘Really? How distressing. Well, a ritual such as the one I am suggesting may not necessarily involve that decidedly unpleasant individual. In fact—’
‘Forgive me for interrupting, Highness, but it has just occurred to me that this particular contest of understatement is about to be fatally terminated. While I have thoroughly enjoyed it, I now believe you have been a truly unwitting participant. How well can you swim, since I believe we shall not have time to reach the launches …’
‘For goodness’ sake.’ Felash turned about, gauging the scene on all sides. Then she gestured.
The Undying Gratitude shuddered. Water foamed up from the hatch. Rigging whipped as if in a gale, the stumps of the shattered masts quivering. The ship grunted as it rolled level again. To either side the water swirled. Shouts of fright came from the two launches, and Shurq Elalle heard the screams commanding axes to the lines. A moment later she saw both lifeboats pulling away, neither one fully manned, whilst the rest of her crew, along with Skorgen Kaban, bellowed and cursed from where they clung to the port gunwale. Water washed across the mid-deck.
Princess Felash was studying the lay of the ship, one finger to her plump, painted lips. ‘We must drain the hold,’ she said, ‘before we dare lift her higher. Agreed, Captain? Lest the weight of the water break the hull apart?’
‘What are you doing?’ Shurq demanded.
‘Why, saving us, of course. And your ship, which we still need despite its deplorable condition.’
‘Deplorable? She’s just fine, damn you! Or she would be, if you hadn’t—’
‘Now now, Captain, manners, please. I am nobility, after all.’
‘Of course, Highness. Now, please save my sorry ship, and once that is done, we can discuss other matters at our leisure.’
‘Excellent suggestion, Captain.’
‘If you could have done this at any time, Highness—’
‘Could, yes. Should, most certainly not. Once more we bargain with terrible forces. And once more, a price must be paid. So much for “never again”!’
Shurq Elalle glanced over at her first mate and crew. The deck they stood upon was no longer under water, and the sound of a hundred pumps thundered the length of the hull. But we don’t have a hundred pumps and besides, no one is down there. ‘It’s Mael again, isn’t it?’