A thump: Fentrelu had dropped the rope from the beam above. Dri caught the end and quickly tied a pair of foot-sized loops. When she looked down again she felt a wave of relief. Talag and Taliktrum were there, helping a third man out of the drawer.
He was in bad shape-diseased, dirty-but he had not lost all his strength. If he could not quite leap to the desktop, he scrambled up the chair nimbly enough.
She would not let him bow. "You honor us by your survival, brother! I am Diadrelu of Ixphir House-Dri, you must call me."
"Formerly of Ixphir House," said Taliktrum. "We are none of us going back."
The prisoner placed his folded hands upon his forehead-an old-fashioned gesture of thanks; Dri had not seen it since her grandmothers' day. "I am Steldak, Lady Dri. My home is Йtrej in the Trothe of Chereste, but it is thirty years since I set foot in that land."
"The Trothe is gone," said Talag, "devoured by Arqual, although some giants still use the name. But I have never heard of ixchel there."
"We are there, my lord. My people had a great house in Etrela Canyon, until the giants dammed the river and flooded us out. Many died; the rest scattered on either side of the canyon. We on the east bank made our way to sea. I do not know what happened to the western group. My wife and children were among them."
He said it simply, but Dri saw by his face that the wound still ached three decades on. Was he also a bit feverish? His eyes wandered in an unfocused manner.
"No more talk," said Talag. "Put your feet in those loops, brother. Fentrelu will haul you to safety until our work here is done."
"My lord!" said Steldak suddenly. "Rose will go mad when he finds that you've freed me. You should have waited till we were in port, and could flee inland."
"My clan does not flee," said Talag fiercely. "Up with you."
He tugged sharply on the rope, and Steldak began to rise, still looking at them oddly. The others went to work. Father and son hauled the cage forward and began strewing the filth about the drawer, simulating a struggle. Dri sprinted the length of the desktop, glided across the floor on swallow-wings and landed once more in the sand basin. There she began to dig.
The rat lay comatose, about eight inches down. It was exhausting work to drag its body to the surface, her ears pricked all the while for Ensyl's warning. At last the beast was free, and she lowered it by the tail until its whiskers brushed the floor. Then she let it drop.
When she had dragged the beast to within a few feet of the cabin door she looked at it with gratitude. It was no special rat-just one they had ambushed in Night Village for this purpose, drugged with blanл and carried off to the cupboard where Oggosk's sand basin was stored between meals, where it and the five of them had lain for ten hours, waiting. But it would serve their purpose, and be killed for it.
Dri sprinted back to the desk. Blanл meant "foolsdeath." The poison was insanely difficult to make-gold cyanide, wasp blood and octopus ink, chilled for forty years in lead bottles underground-and they had not a drop to spare. The results were spectacular, however: blanл did no harm, but mimicked death almost perfectly. Even better, it could be instantly reversed.
But the antidote that would shock a creature out of blanл sleep was even harder to brew. Dri pulled the coated arrow from its quiver. She would have but one shot.
It was, like all her brother's plans, brilliant. Rose's cabin had seemed impregnable: there were no crawl spaces between decks here, no empty adjoining rooms. They would have had to pass through several occupied chambers, or down the long and busy corridor, had Talag not noticed Oggosk's love of sapwort.
A swish and they were beside her on the desktop. "I have strewn rat-filth about the floor," said Taliktrum. "And checked for footprints. The cabin's ready."
"I will be last from this chamber," said Talag. "Sister: you will run spear-point."
Taliktrum whirled. Spear-point was the most dangerous position when ixchel ran, the spot where life-and-death decisions were made. It was the place of honor.
"You promised it to me!" he said.
"But I cannot allow it now. The prisoner is too weak, and like Fentrelu I smell something amiss in this chamber. My heart warns against it. Diadrelu will lead."
Taliktrum did not hide his fury. By leading their escape he would have completed the last rite of manhood, and could claim the title of lord.
"We agreed," he hissed.
"You dare to argue?" said Talag, enraged in his turn. "Look to your aunt, boy! She is overtrusting and soft of heart-but also selfless. There is no thought of herself above the clan, no distraction at this moment of peril. That is the mark of a leader-not your insolent whining."
Taliktrum was deeply shaken. "Father-" he began.
"Silence!" snapped Talag. "By the Pits, you shame me!"
"Fentrelu," called Diadrelu, looking up at the beam, "how is Steldak? Can he run?"
"He claims so, m'lady," came Fentrelu's voice from the darkness.
"Then he must try. Make your way to the door frame, quickly."
Then Steldak cried, "No!"
"What?" cried Talag. "How no, brother?"
"I want to stay, and kill him! Help me! Lend me a sword and the tyrant dies!"
"Are you mad? Kill Rose? You'd sign all our death warrants with the act!"
"We'll make it look like suicide, Lord Talag! Everyone knows he's cracked-"
"Not another word!" said Dri. "You will obey us and make part of our clan! Surely you owe us that much? Get to the doorway, instantly!"
"You don't understand, m'lady! He's brought the Shaggat aboard! The Shaggat! God-King of the Nessarim! Whole countries will be laid waste if Rose has his way! Arqual will seize the Crownless Lands, even the Mzithrin in time!"
"The Shaggat Ness drowned at sea," Talag said.
"A lie! Arqual's master lie! He's here, aboard-that is why we stopped at Licherog!"
Brother and sister looked at each other.
"There is no time to debate," Dri said.
"None," agreed Talag. "Hear me, Steldak. Rose will not be killed. Nor will he or the Emperor achieve their foul ends. This ship is mine. I have sworn a blood oath to see my people out of the hell of fear and misery that is Arqual-to see them returned to the isle from whence all ixchel were stolen, long ages ago. Rose alone of all men can pilot us to that place. Join us and be welcome-or by my own hand be slain! Now go!"
Steldak said no more, but Dri felt horror at his revelation. Here was the conspiracy, laid bare at last, confirming the clan's worst fears about giants and their cruelty. And they are cruel. By the Nine Pits, the Shaggat! What would Arqual do with that butcher of a king?
Then Ensyl cried: "Rose is come!"
No one needed commanding now. Taliktrum leaped to the dark floor; Dri bent her bow. Talag stood beside her, tense as a cheetah ready to sprint.
The door opened: Dri's arrow flew. Lamplight from the hall spilled yellow on the floor. The rat squealed to life, terrified, and bolted under the table.
"Broil and blast you!" shouted Rose, lurching after it.
Dri and Talag were already off his desk and halfway to the door, which Rose had left open for the light-as Talag knew he would. Dri saw Ensyl flit through to safety.
And then disaster. A voice overhead shouted, "Stop!" Brother and sister turned to see Steldak fighting on the beam with Fentrelu. The prisoner had the strength of sudden mania: even as they watched he broke free of Fentrelu and hurled himself from the beam-and onto Rose's back.
The captain was bending under the table, looking for the rat. He apparently felt something, for he half stood, hit his head on the table and roared with pain. Steldak, clinging spider-like to Rose's shirt, began moving upward.
"He has my knife!" cried Fentrelu.