"Triamolin is the back end of beyond. We"re still there only because it isn"t worth the trouble of kicking us out."

Scolora related a long tale about fanatics hidden inside the already fanatic Brotherhood. Men with strong sorcerous talents who wanted nothing less than the extinction of the tyranny of the night.

Else did not understand. The things of the night were no more evil than lions or hyenas. They did what G.o.d made them do, like dogs and flies and rainbows. They might be dangerous and deadly but so might any other part of the natural order. The tyranny of the night was part of the world and life.

Scolora shrugged. "They got it made. They can afford to be fanatic. They live out here where the night ain"t part of their life every minute of every single day." Which it was amongst the Wells of Ihrian, more so than anywhere else in the world.

"How do they manage when they visit the Holy Lands?"



"They grumble a lot. And take it out on the Pramans. Word is, though, something happened over there mat"s got them all stirred up."

"Uhm?"

"I think somebody skragged some kind of big deal spook thing. Just a regular guy, not a wizard. They want to know how he did it."

Sailors asked Else and Scolora to move away from the rail. They began singling up the mooring lines. Boats gathered to nudge the vessel away from the quay and toward the channel. Vivia Infanti depended entirely on sail power. Eliminating oarsmen offered huge labor savings.

There was a ghost of a breeze directly on the ship"s beam, pushing her toward the quay. The oarsmen in the boats earned their pay.

The deck force did not take in the fenders until Infanti was thirty feet out from the quay and her bow was swinging toward the channel.

The first small sails broke. Infanti soon held her heading on her own, and crept forward, though without adequate steerage way. More sails spread.

Else said, "The master of this tub is good."

"He wasn"t, he wouldn"t be her master. Sonsans are practical and pragmatic in the extreme. You all right?"

"I"m never all right when there"s water under me instead of dirt. Big things with lots of teeth live down there. And they all want to eat me."

Scolora chuckled. "You get seasick, eh?"

The merchantman put more way on. She eased into the channel and ranged the lighthouse that marked the mouth of the harbor. Once Vivia Infanti pa.s.sed that two-hundred-foot-tall brick structure she would be on open seas and Else would feel more and more like he had fallen off the edge of the world. "Yes."

Infanti"s master lined her on the range markers. Signalmen exchanged messages with the harbormaster ash.o.r.e and the traffic watchers in the lighthouse. There was a lot of traffic at Runch.

Excitement broke out on the stern castle. One of the signalmen called for the ship"s master. Else said, "Something"s up."

"They can"t get anything past you, can they?"

The ship"s master, first officer, and several others closed in on the signalmen. After two minutes of wigwags the chief boatswain shouted orders to the deck crew to get the sails taken in. The helmsman took the ship to starboard, out of the channel. She lost way. Shortly, the anchor chain squealed and rattled.

"Bet that there is the reason why," Scolora said, indicating a longboat putting out from the small quay at the foot of Mount Calen, which was crowned by the Castella Anjela dolla Kcolina, headquarters of the Brotherhood of War. "Somebody wants a ride."

Else hoped that was all.

The ship"s master barked. The deck hands began herding pa.s.sengers belowdecks. Demands to know what was going on received no answer.

The working crew followed the pa.s.sengers, no more pleased about their situation. The ratings and officers followed diem, until no one remained above decks but the ship"s master himself.

Else heard a boat come alongside and sc.r.a.pe against the hull. People clambered aboard. There was a m.u.f.fled, heated exchange on deck. That faded away.

Crew and pa.s.sengers alike virtually exploded onto the open deck when permission came down.

There was nothing to be seen now but a longboat headed toward the quay below Castella Anjela dolla Picolina. The ship"s master resumed issuing orders. The crew prepared to get under way again.

An hour later no one knew more than what was obvious immediately. Scolora was of the opinion that, "It"s somebody from the Special Office. A big-time sorcerer. Something"s going on, Alf. This is history in the making. And we"re right here in the middle of it." That excited him.

Else was not excited. He feared that he was why Vivia Infanti had stopped.

No sign was seen of any Brotherhood pa.s.senger. If such a creature existed he did his own cooking. The ship"s cook was not fixing anything for any secret traveler. No one had been evicted from his quarters.

THE WEST COAST OF FIRALDIA, APPROACHING SONSA FROM THE south, was the most heavily settled rural land Else had ever seen. Every headland boasted some kind of fortress or watch-tower. The land sloped down steeply to the Mother Sea.

Sea traffic was heavy. Any boat that came within hailing distance tried to sell something.

"They"re all out because the weather is so nice," Scolora said. "You have to take advantage of the good days."

"Sounds like words to live by." Else had grown comfortable with Scolora. Enio talked constantly but asked few questions. Enio did not mind the silent veteran type. A lot of old soldiers were that way.

Several other pa.s.sengers were headed home from the Holy Lands. The lot formed a clique. The remaining pa.s.sengers were pilgrims who had gone to visit the Wells of Ihrian. Else, Scolora, and two others from farther west had agreed to continue on from Sonsa together. Else wondered how he could get shut of Scolora long enough to disappear.

He had not managed enough privacy to look at his sealed orders. Gordimer"s packet contained a dozen letters, each to be opened only after he reached a prescribed point in his mission. There were three letters he was supposed to read before he reached Sonsa. They remained unopened. He worried. There might be some critical detail that needed handling... though he doubted that Gordimer fussed worse than a clutch of old women.

"Looking forward to getting home?" Scolora asked.

"Not really. It won"t be anything like what I remember. Everybody I knew will be old or dead."

Scolora made a sour face. "You sure as f.u.c.k take the fun out, Alf. Now you got me thinking I"m heading for a foreign country."

"There was an old Deve in Triamolin who used to say that."

"Huh? What?"

"That the past is a foreign country. I keep thinking I"m dreaming and pretty soon I"ll wake up on my own cot back in Triamolin."

"Yeah? Dream about that. That"s the outer lightship." Enio had visited Sonsa before.

Sonsa proper was a riverine city eight miles inland. Vivia Infanti would travel from lightship to lightship until regular river buoys became visible. A pilot waiting on this first lightship would take control for the rest of the journey.

That pilot came aboard. Hours pa.s.sed. The ship proceeded slowly. Else grumbled, "We"re going to spend a whole day just covering the last few miles."

"Bet you they"ll let you get out and walk."

"Probably would," he admitted. "I"ll be a new man once I get some dirt under my feet." He knew his companions were tired of his complaints.

"We"re looking forward to it, pal."

It did take almost all day to climb the Sawn River to Sonsa"s great waterfront. Else marveled at the strange, busy buildings, all so tall, so ornate, so gaily painted Al-Qarn was a dun city of mud brick, low, square buildings, the only color the awnings merchants used to identify their trade. The Kaif did not like color.

Vivia Infanti pa.s.sed berth after open berth. Else asked one of the sailors why.

"Those don"t belong to us. They"re Red or Blue. Infanti is a Durandanti ship. The Durandanti are Greens."

Color was a facet of Chaldarean culture that baffled Else. In the Eastern Empire, in the Firaldian kingdoms and republics, in the princ.i.p.alities along the Promptean coast, anywhere that the Old Brothen Empire had had an enduring impact, the populace divided into two or more Colors. These days those usually identified political factions. Colors had begun, in antiquity, as wagering societies and fan groups of team events at the circus and hippodrome.

Sonsa claimed it was the most important mercantile force on the Mother Sea. Aparion and Dateon disagreed. Platadura, over in Praman Direcia, offered a nay-say of its own. Sonsa showed a unified, determined face to the world but the squabbles of the factions at home were worse than those of spoiled children. Without rational basis in the eyes of outsiders.

There were no doctrinal or ideological conflicts. Just a perpetual, intractable contest for control of the state. As in local politics everywhere in Firaldia, it all came down to families.

The Durandanti had the largest merchant fleet They were of the fixed opinion that that made them the foremost Sonsan family.

The Scoviletti and the Fermi did not concur.

The Scoviletti possessed the smallest fleet but the mercenary army they managed, and rented out, mainly in Chaldarean Direcia, gave them a big edge in crude sword power.

And the Fermi, of course, always had a cousin who married the brother of the Patriarch, a daughter who married into a great family of Dateon or Aparion, or made loans to the princes of the city states on the northern plain, or in some other way forged alliances that sheltered them from the envy of the Durandanti and the Scoviletti.

Else grumbled, "Somewhere in Sonsa I"m supposed to find a solicitor who represents most of the families of Tramaine. The letter I got in Triamolin told me to find him. He"d know the latest."

"Makes sense," Scolora said. "So you do need to find him. But will he put you up?"

Yes, probably. There were Dreangerean agents in Sonsa. He was expected to make contact. "I"ll hunt him down. If we ever get ash.o.r.e. Here"s my plan. You and Tonto and Adrano go get us set at the factor house and see about our pa.s.sage to Sheavenalle. I"ll find my man, then catch up with you there."

"Good plan. Except for one angle."

"And that would be?"

"I want to find out who"s been hiding in the captain"s cabin since we left Staklirhod. We can hide on the dock and watch until whoever it is sneaks ash.o.r.e." Scolora"s tone left no doubt of his conviction.

"You sure you want to take that chance?"

"Don"t you?"

"I think it"s a waste of time." But he did want to know if some Brotherhood of War sorcerer had followed him across the Mother Sea. "But, all right. Let"s just be careful."

"MUST BE A HOLIDAY," SCOLORA SAID. "HARDLY ANYBODY seems to be working." He dragged everybody behind a cl.u.s.ter of fat cotton bales a hundred yards from the ship.

Else was appalled. This much cotton had been smuggled out of Dreanger? By just this one Firaldian house to just this one Firaldian port?

Scolora had chosen a good spot. It offered an excellent view of Vivia Infanti without the watchers being exposed to the curiosities of the few men working the docks.

"Can you understand these people?" Scolora asked. The Sonsan dialect was almost impenetrable. Else shook his head. He had trouble understanding Scolora.

Tonto whispered, "Something"s happening. s.h.i.t, You c.o.c.k-sucker, Enio. I didn"t believe you. n.o.body believed you. But you were right."

They all found places to peek over or around the bales.

Sure enough, there was a stir aboard Vivia Infanti. Only moments earlier the ship had seemed dead, the crew having gone ash.o.r.e right after the pa.s.sengers.

"That isn"t a Brother," Else said. Two men were leaving the ship. The first was tall and arrogant in bearing, looking around as though daring the universe to try something. The other was older, bent, and struggling with an unreasonable amount of luggage. The tall man did not help. Neither had been seen during the voyage.

"You think they"d run around in their black and red yelling, "Hey! Here I am?" Whatever they"re up to, we already know it"s supposed to be secret."

A closed coach drawn by a two-horse team clopped to the foot of the gangway.

"There"s what I call timing"

The older man began wrestling baggage aboard the coach The driver helped. The tall man examined his surroundings intently.

"I don"t like this," Tonto said. "Something"s wrong. I"m out of here." He slid away into shadows, fast and silent.

"d.a.m.n!" Scolora said. "What was that all about?"

Adrano had known Tonto in the Holy Lands. He said, "I don"t know. But him and me are still alive because his instincts were always right around the Wells of Ihrian."

Then we"d better listen," Else said. He was accustomed to crediting the undirected misgivings of Bone and al-Azer er-Selim.

"Coach is moving," Scolora said. "Coming our way."

"d.a.m.n! Get down, then. Get invisible."

Scolora protested, "There"re other people around."

The coach, moving fast, drew abreast of their hiding place, Else glimpsed its polished ash flank through a gap between bales. Then all the darkness went out of the world.

A G.o.d"s fist smashed into his chest and flung him against a warehouse wall. As he flew he heard shredded screams from his companions. Cotton fountained, some of it on fire.

Unconsciousness came.

It did not last long. A few numb-looking dock wallopers were just starting to get in amongst the bales, chattering too fast to be understood. Else picked out the word for sorcery, though.

He became aware of pain in his left wrist "G.o.d is merciful," he murmured. His wrist had been burned. Blisters were rising already. His amulet had protected him.

He staggered to his feet, covered in cotton, startling the Sonsans. "What happened? Where are my friends?"

In an exchange made difficult by language problems Else explained that he and his friends had thought that they could save money by sleeping amongst the cotton bales. Then there had been an explosion.

That was all the Sonsans knew. Just, Boom! and the quay was covered by tons of smoldering cotton. They thought it might have something to do with the squabbles between the great families.

They found Scolora right away. The Direcian was dead. Thoroughly and gruesomely so. He had been torn into four pieces loosely connected by strings of skin and flesh. And Adrano was scattered almost as extensively as the cotton.

At that point the dock wallopers really caught on. They had used the word sorcery before. Now they saw the proof. They scattered immediately.

The quay was a complete ghost town, now. Where were the workers? The crews from the ships? Where were the curious, drawn by the explosion? Did bad news spread that fast here?

Else considered Scolora and Adrano. He could do nothing for them now. He felt guilt and anger.

He collected their gear and helped himself. Then he eased out onto the quay. No one was watching. All was still. Darkness was falling. He had to disappear into the city.

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