Night Study (33 page)

“Did they know about your and your brother’s magic?”

“I...don’t think so. No one knew except Nell. She taught us how to control it, and then we helped her avoid the storms. Until...they came.”

Someone must have known about the siblings. The pirates had targeted their ship for a reason.

The young magician drew in a deep breath. “We tried to use the storms and water to escape, but the...pirates caught and separated us. If one of us doesn’t obey, then they will kill the other.”

Valek doubted they would have carried out the threat. The siblings were too valuable to the pirates. But the girl was sixteen at most and didn’t have the experience to recognize a bluff. Or the confidence to use her magic effectively.

“That’s why you can’t go to the island. As soon as Jibben sees you, he’ll kill Zethan.”

“Then we’ll make sure he doesn’t see me.”

Endre arrived. Blood splattered his face and stained his tunic. “All are secured, boss.”

“Any causalities?”

“Nah. Minor cuts and bruises. Most are kids, but there are a few adults in the mix.” Endre glanced at the girl. “What about this one?”

“She’s been spinning quite a tale.” Valek told him about the pirates. “What do you think?”

“It explains quite a bit. And we can check the island.”

“All right. Find crew who can sail this ship and who are willing to help us for a reduced sentence. Secure the others below. Have Annika find those steer disguises. We’re going to need them.”

“Yes, sir.” Endre dashed away.

Valek studied the girl. Something about her blue eyes and sharp features seemed familiar. “What’s your name?”

“Zohav.”

“Are you willing to help us?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“It’s in your best interests. If your story is true, and you were forced to steal, then you won’t be arrested for theft.”

Annika arrived with a mass of sopping-wet cloth. “They were all swept into the ocean when the waves attacked us.” She frowned at Zohav. “Mikus is fishing the masks out now.”

“Wring as much water out as you can and hang them to dry.”

“Is there going to be another performance of Valek the steer?” Annika asked with a smile.

Zohav sucked in a sharp breath and scrambled away from him. She released her control of the waves and the ship bucked on the suddenly rough seas. When her back hit the bow, she huddled in a tight ball.

“What did I say?” Annika grabbed the railing to keep from falling.

He considered. “My name.”

“You are the most feared man in Ixia,” Annika agreed.

“It can be tiresome.”

“Then you should stop eating babies for breakfast.”

He laughed. “But they’re so delicious.”

Annika swatted him on the arm. “Behave.”

Valek returned to the problem at hand. The seas remained choppy, but the rain and wind had stopped when the storm moved inland. “Tell the others to prepare to reprise their roles as steers once we reach the island.”

Annika nodded and strode away.

Valek approached Zohav and she cried out in terror. He crouched down to her level. “Your magic failed to work on me. Who did you think I was?”

“I thought...you were protected with...with one of those...shields,” she stuttered. “You...you’re going to kill us.” It wasn’t a question. “That’s what Jibben threatened to do if we ever escaped—report us to
you
.” Zohav hugged her knees to her chest. “I’m not going to help you murder my brother.”

“Zohav, I’m not going to kill you or your brother.”

“You’re lying.”

“Look at me,” he ordered.

With obvious effort, she met his gaze.

“I promise that if your story is true, then I will ensure that you and Zethan are escorted to Sitia.” Valek knew that would make Yelena happy, plus it was the right thing to do.

She shook her head. “I don’t believe you. You’ve murdered thousands and are pure evil.”

Thousands, eh? His reputation had expanded another order of magnitude.

“You’re not reaching my brother.” Huge waves crashed over the rails, as if to prove Zohav’s point.

She planned to sink the ship. No doubt she loved her brother. Valek pulled a dart from his belt and pricked her arm.

Fury replaced her fear. “Poison! I knew you were going to kill us.”

“Sleeping potion. Good night, Zohav.” Valek waited until she slumped over, then gathered her in his arms.

He carried her to the main deck. Endre had assembled a crew willing to help sail the ship. In fact, they appeared eager to free their friends.

Valek handed Zohav to Endre. “Find a safe place for her to sleep off the potion while I brief the others.”

“Yes, sir.”

Valek explained his plan to the ship’s crew. It followed the same idea as when they’d ambushed the ship. He and the soldiers would be disguised as the steers. Annika and the other handlers would resume their roles.

“We’ll extinguish all but one lantern so it’s too dark to see. Once we reach land, my soldiers will attack and neutralize the pirates. The crew will climb into the rigging and keep out of the way,” Valek said.

“There are more of them than you,” one boy called.

“How many more?” he asked.

“At least thirty.”

A little less than double. “I don’t expect that to be a problem. Make good use of your darts,” he instructed his soldiers.

“What about Jibben?” another boy asked. “He’s huge and deadly with his sword. I saw him cut one of his own men in half.”

Nice guy. “Leave Jibben to me.”

“Please kill him,” a teen girl said.

“You think he deserves to die?” Valek asked.

“Yes. He locked my older sister in his room. She escaped twice. The first time they caught her hiding in the woods, and the second time she ran into the ocean and drowned herself.”

A heaviness pulled on his heart. He could well imagine what the poor girl had endured. “I’m sorry.”

“Why? It’s not your fault.”

“Ah, but it is. I’m in charge of keeping Ixia safe for all its citizens.”

“That’s impossible. My ma says there will always be sharks in the water. Nothing you can do about it except be careful where you swim.”

“Your ma sounds like a smart lady.”

“Yeah, she is. I miss her.”

“Then we should cast off and take care of these sharks so you can go home.”

The girl saluted him with a bony hand. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

* * *

The ship rocked back and forth as it crested one wave after another. Some of the soldiers turned green, and a few rushed to vomit over the rail. They raced the sunrise to the island. If the sun rose before they landed, they’d lose the element of surprise. When the boys in the mast signaled that they neared the dock, Valek and the others donned their disguises.

Thuds vibrated through the ship as it bumped against the wooden pylons. The young teens hopped off and tied the ropes.

A gruff voice smashed through the clatter. “Why’s the ship moving? Where’s that bitch Zohav?”

“She got sick, sir,” one of the boys said. “She’s down below.”

Good thinking. Valek approved.

“What took you so long?”

The same boy said, “One of them steers freaked, sir. Devil to get him on board.”

Another smooth reply. The boy had recruitment potential.

“Hurry up with that gangplank,” Gruff ordered.

The crew scrambled to comply. The boy paused near Valek. “That’s Jibben.” Then he hurried away.

Happy that he wouldn’t have to chase Jibben down, Valek wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword and thought of that girl’s sister. The gangplank eased toward the dock, revealing a number of men and women. Valek had seconds to assess the enemy before they realized they faced armed soldiers and not a herd of beef. He counted six pirates on the dock and another four on land. The others must be nearby. Perhaps in the woods. They’d want to hide the buildings from the ships that passed by, but wouldn’t want to be too far from the dock.

A big brute stood with his thick arms crossed over his chest. Two long braids flowed over his shoulders and a sharp curved blade hung from his leather belt—a cross between a scimitar and a cutlass. The brute had to be the infamous Jibben.

“What in hell? Who picked these scrawny steer?” Jibben asked.

Next to Jibben, a tall man with colorful tattoos along his arms peered at them. “They look...odd, Jib.” He pointed. “That one’s wearing boots.”

And that was his cue. Valek yelled and tossed off the still-damp material. He ripped the mask from his face before drawing his sword. The soldiers followed his lead. They rushed onto the dock in a wedge formation.

The pirates cried a warning, called for backup and drew their weapons in time to meet the rush. While surprised, they didn’t panic like the crew of the ship. His men bypassed Jibben, who squinted at the melee, confused, until Valek approached him. He smiled, revealing sharp teeth. Jibben appeared quite calm. So much for Valek being the most feared man in Ixia.

“Ah, the Commander’s attack dog. I heard you were in town.”

Valek wondered where he’d gotten the intel. “Then why did you send your crew to steal the steers?”

The man kept his smile, but tightened his grip on his strange sword in response.

“Was it greed or stupidity?” Valek asked. “Probably both. You really don’t need those steers, but you just
had
to finish your shopping list.” He tsked. “Greed and stupidity, the downfall of so many.”

“Shut up.” Jibben swung his sword, aiming for Valek’s neck.

Valek ducked and spun, hooking his heel behind Jibben’s left boot. But the man’s stance was as solid as a tree trunk. Jibben swiped down at Valek’s head. Valek rolled to the right and regained his feet. Okay, time for Plan B.

Jibben pressed his advantage, keeping his longer blade in motion like a pendulum on a clock. Valek backed away until he neared the edge of the dock. Timing it just right, Valek stepped forward and parried Jibben’s swinging weapon with his broadsword. The man’s curved blade slid right along Valek’s, and its tip stabbed right into his abdomen.

Valek gasped as pain ringed his waist.

“Your fancy moves won’t save you here.” Jibben twisted his wrist.

Before Jibben could disembowel him, Valek jabbed his sword into Jibben’s thigh. The man growled, shuffling back.

“At least I know enough to disarm my opponent first, then claim victory.” Valek rubbed the fingers of his free hand along the cut on his stomach. Despite the searing burn, the injury wasn’t deep. Relief energized him.

Now that Valek had an idea of what that curved blade could do, he changed the line of his attack from head-on to an angled approach. Jibben was strong like Ari, but also surprisingly quick. Not as quick as Janco, but only a few could make that claim.

This time, when Valek parried Jibben’s sword, he deflected the blade down. The tip of the curved sword missed him and Valek was able to cut into Jibben’s arm. When he blocked Jibben’s blade, knocking it high, Valek nicked the man’s thick leg. Each near miss increased Jibben’s frustration, causing him to make small but critical mistakes. Blood soon soaked the brute’s sleeves and pants. The man swayed.

Valek tried his takedown again, spinning and hooking his heel. Jibben landed with an
oomph
and Valek pricked him with a dart filled with sleeping potion. When the brute relaxed, Valek stood and surveyed the scene.

Most of the soldiers held their own, but a few struggled with their opponents. Valek helped those in need as they advanced inland. The sun rose and the trees cast long shadows. He engaged in a couple fights that ended in a few moves. Jibben should have trained his crew better. Weaving in and out of the other matches, Valek pricked the pirates with darts.

The last pirate fell not long after the sun’s arrival. Endre searched the buildings, while Mikus compiled a list of the stolen goods they found. Two other soldiers interviewed the young teens, who had been smart enough to keep away from the fighting.

Annika pointed to Valek’s shirt. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing.”

She pulled a first-aid kit from her pack. “Sit.”

He recognized that tone. It meant business. He sat on the steps leading up to the door of one of the island’s cottages. All the structures but one had been built atop tall pylons, probably in case the island was swamped with water. It would take a fierce storm for the tide to reach the living areas of the buildings.

Annika inspected his wound and decided it needed to be sealed. She pulled his shirt off before he could stop her. If she noticed his still-healing heart-shaped scar, she didn’t say a word. Instead, she concentrated on her task by cleaning the cut and applying Rand’s glue.

To distract himself from the pain, he studied the structures the pirates had built. Arranged in a circle around a giant fire pit, the one-story cottages appeared to be for housing and storage. One oversize building had a ramp leading up to the first floor—probably for the livestock. All the surfaces had been painted with gray, green and brown paint in a camouflage pattern that blended in with the surroundings. The color combination would probably work during all seasons. Further proof that Jibben was no fool.

The island’s trees had been cleared farther out to make room for the crops. Small green shoots poked through the newly plowed dirt.

Valek spotted Endre and waved him over for a report.

“We defeated all the pirates, sir,” he said. “The kids have corroborated Zohav’s story. There’s another ship docked on the back side of the island. It’s the
Sea Serpent
.”

Ah, the other one that had been lost at sea. “Secure the criminals in the
Starfish
’s hold. And get the names of all the survivors. We’ll match them to the manifest and ensure none of the pirates are pretending to be a victim. And find Zethan—he’s Zohav’s brother and should be among the teens.”

“Yes, sir. We also found a few older teens locked in a jail, but we couldn’t find a key and the lock is...complex.”

“Once Annika is done, I’ll open it. Have the soldiers load the stolen goods onto the other ship. Also find a crew for both ships. We’ll set sail as soon as possible.”