Alienor stepped aside as the crew hauled on the sail. They were on the outer edge of the convoy and, despite the efforts of the sailors, they were being left behind except for one other vessel. The others, rather than turning to fight, were breaking out the oars and running for all they were worth.
Tight-lipped she watched the enemy bearing down on them. The newcomers had more oars and were closing the gap so swiftly that there was nothing to be done. The Greek ships shone with bronze cladding at their prows, formed into the shape of elongated animal snouts. When primed, the tube at the end of the snout would blaze out deadly Greek fire.
‘I would rather throw myself overboard than go back to Constantinople,’ Alienor said to Saldebreuil, who was standing beside her, his hand on his sword hilt.
‘Madam, it will not come to that. Help will come.’
‘It had better.’ Briefly she put her face in her hands. Once again she was powerless because she could do nothing to avert what was happening.
The Greeks soon overhauled their smaller galley, forcing them to surrender. The Greek shipmaster was delighted at his prize and although he treated Alienor with deference, she could sense his smug satisfaction as he ‘welcomed’ them aboard his own vessel.
‘The King of France will make you pay for this,’ she said. She felt like a hissing cat cornered by a large dog.
He was highly amused when her words were translated to him. ‘Oh no,’ he said with a grin. ‘He will pay me!’ And patted the coin pouch at his hip to make his meaning clear.
Alienor retired to the deck shelter provided for their use. Some of the crew from her galley were taken prisoner and locked in irons. Others were left on board their own ship with the mast removed and all oars but six thrown overboard. Saldebreuil’s sword was confiscated; however he had managed to conceal a short dagger down the side of his boot.
Alienor’s possessions were treated as booty by the Greek captain. A beautiful ivory-cased mirror and comb that Melisande had given her disappeared into his baggage, as did a crimson silk dalmatic embroidered with golden eagles.
‘Sons of whores,’ Saldebreuil muttered. ‘I will slit their throats while they are sleeping.’
‘You will do no such thing!’ Alienor hissed. ‘You would be caught and we would all suffer. I cannot afford to lose you on top of everything else. Mark who takes what so we can retrieve it later.’
‘I will geld the one who has my sword,’ Saldebreuil said, his dark eyes gleaming.
They were sitting in a morose huddle when another shout went up and suddenly the Greeks were hoisting sails and running to their oar benches. The ship shuddered as the rowers began to pull, propelling her forward in long sweeps, gaining momentum with each surge. Alienor stood up and shaded her eyes. They were being pursued and even as the Greeks had caught her galley with ease, so they in their turn were being overhauled.
Saldebreuil stood up beside her. ‘Well, here’s an interesting pass,’ he said. ‘The big fish swallows the little fish, and then the whales swallow all.’
She looked up at him. ‘Do we want to be swallowed by a whale?’
‘Yes if it’s a Sicilian one.’ He narrowed his gaze and said softly, ‘Twenty biremes of a hundred oars apiece, and they’ll be carrying Greek fire. This ship only has sixty oars and the men have already fought once today. They’ll be on us before sunset.’
The Greek captain had Alienor’s knights put in fetters and chained to the sides of the ship, and set a soldier to guard their group. ‘What a unique experience to tell my grandchildren, should I live long enough to beget their father,’ Saldebreuil said, rattling his iron bracelet. ‘Does it become me, madam?’
‘Be quiet, you fool,’ she snapped.
‘It doesn’t then.’ His smile flashed. ‘I must needs be rid of this jewellery swiftly in that case.’
Alienor met his gaze and then glanced the slight bulge at the top of his boot.
The Sicilian biremes caught the Greek ships as the sun began to sink towards the horizon. An evening wind had got up, making the waters choppy, and clouds were chasing in from behind their pursuers, threatening a summer storm. Their ship, unable to outrun her pursuers, turned to fight. Alienor pressed her lips together as the Greek galley wallowed on the water. The crew at the bows was preparing the Greek fire to spew out of the bronze snout at their enemy and Alienor inhaled an alien smelclass="underline" oily, greasy, chest-squeezing.
The two groups of ships closed on each other and spouts of flame roared from the brass tubes. Amid a chaos of bellowed orders, ships tacked frantically to avoid being hosed by deadly fountains of fire. Sails turned to blazing rags of red and gold, matching the sky. Men became living torches and leaped into the sea, where still they burned as the unquenchable Greek fire spread over the water like a fallen sunset.
Grapnel ropes clawed the wale of their ship and the crew sped to repel boarders with swords, clubs and axes. Saldebreuil delved to his boot, seized the knife and in a swift motion plunged it into the thigh of the soldier watching over them. As the man screamed and fell, Saldebreuil dragged him down, withdrew the knife and finished him. Then he used the man’s axe to strike through the fetter chain and stood in front of Alienor to defend her, although in the event it proved unnecessary. The battle between the Greeks and the Sicilians was bloody and brutal, but over swiftly.
Once more Alienor changed ships as the remnants of the Greek flotilla were either scuppered or taken into Sicilian hands. All that remained of the light was a dull red streak on the horizon, and numerous small fires on the water like fallen stars, illuminating bodies and flotsam.
The Sicilian captain, a solidly built olive-skinned man of middle years, escorted Alienor and her entourage to the deck shelter at the stern of the boat with deference. ‘We have been chasing these wolves for several days, madam,’ he said, ‘and looking out for your fleet.’
‘A pity you did not find us a few hours earlier,’ Alienor replied, ‘but I thank you nonetheless.’ She saw him looking expectantly at the items of baggage his men had transferred from the Greek ship. ‘Of course you must be rewarded.’ It was better to give them something than have her possessions rifled through yet again, and better too to keep the crew on good terms. But they were all pirates of one kind or another, and she still felt as if she had been captured all over again.
The captain bowed to her with a flourish. ‘Madam, to serve the Queen of France is enough, but I accept your generous offer.’
Alienor raised her brows. She had not said she was going to be generous.
It was full dark by now and the increasing wind caused the ship to buck like a frisky horse. She heard the sailors shouting to each other as they secured the vessel against the worsening weather and she swallowed a laugh. To have gone through all this only to succumb to a storm at sea would be the greatest irony.
Louis stood on the headland looking out to sea on a calm glittering day in late spring. The Sicilian sun was hot on the back of his neck, and the breeze was pungent with the smell of thyme and salt. ‘I do not know if she is alive or dead,’ he said to Thierry de Galeran. ‘No word comes, and it has been many weeks. If she had been captured by the Greeks, then I would have heard by now. They would have sent me gloating letters.’ He bit his thumbnail, which was already down to the quick.
‘Then that is obviously not her fate, sire,’ said de Galeran.
Louis grimaced. ‘I dreamed last night that she came to me in drowned robes, all glistening with weed, and she accused me of her murder.’
Thierry curled his lips. ‘It was but a nightmare, sire. You should pray to God for succour and peace.’
‘I should have turned back for her when the Greeks attacked.’