Scarlet and the White Wolf [01] - Scarlet and the White Wolf (28 page)

The crown of Qixa's head, bald as an eagle's egg, gleamed dully in the light. He was less tall than most Rshani, but had a broader chest and a longer reach. These traits bruited of his northern blood, the people of the Ged Fanorl.

Qixa downed the liquor—red
imbuo
and raw enough to peel skin from a man's throat—in one gulp and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He nodded at Liall and ignored Scarlet, who sat close to Liall's elbow.

"You have heard a rumor," Liall judged, watching for Qixa's reaction.
Yes.
"A passenger waiting to take ship from this port. A very certain passenger." He leaned forward over the 249

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sticky, grimed table and watched how the captain's eyes drifted up to note the pure white color of his hair and his stone-hard features. If Qixa had any knowledge at all of certain families in Rshan, he would recognize the resemblance.

Liall raised his hand to show him the sapphire and platinum ring on his finger. "You see what I am," he said, deftly switching his
Sinha
dialect to match the hard northern burr in Qixa's, and the captain's chin lifted.

"I wish to take passage on your good ship. I will pay well,"

Liall concluded.

Qixa waved that aside as if it were nothing, though Liall knew he would accept the silver. "You are welcome to a good cabin on the
Ostre Sul,
noble
ser
. Food, too, we have, but,
ap
kyning,
forgive me, if I defy the harbormaster or tangle with his bullies, I'll never be allowed to dock at Volkovoi again, and it's the last supply port in Khet before the sea."

Qixa was speaking of the bravos who had positioned themselves at the quay where the brigantine had made anchorage. He was risking much to help Liall.

"I will get past the bravos. You need only agree to carry me. I will remember your loyalty," he added.

Qixa slapped his hand on the table and stood. "Done. We leave in one hour. I will set a watch on the foredeck to keep an eye for you, but do not keep us waiting."

"One hour," Liall confirmed.

Qixa left them. He had not glanced at Scarlet once.

The hour passed too quickly. Liall had no time to come up with a workable plan and did not think it safe to hire thugs to 250

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take on the leather-armored men who lounged by the quay, waiting for a specific bruised, white-haired Rshani to show.

Most of the thugs would be in tight with the bravos, or even related to them. He would find no help there.

There were eight bravos on the wharf: two by a wrecked loading platform that teetered precariously high over the water, and six more nearest the gangway to the ship. They sharply eyed each dockworker and pedestrian who came near their post, their heavy faces grim with determination.

"What are we going to do?" Scarlet hissed.

The rain had stopped and they were concealed between the wall of a crumbling factory and a stack of tar-soaked lumber twice as high as a man. From their vantage point, Liall could see the lookout on the forecastle, a blond mariner, tall and young and clearly of pure Rshani blood. The lookout's sharp eyes swept the docks, not too blatantly, and careful not to appear conspicuous.

"Peace, let me think," Liall growled.

Qixa appeared on the deck. He sent the docks a misgiving look and pointedly turned the hourglass near the wheel. As if signaled, the crew began to ready the sails to break harbor.

"Liall," Scarlet plucked his sleeve urgently, "they're going to leave without you."

"I'm thinking!" he snapped. Yes, Liall, think.

Scarlet waited another minute. The crew scurried faster, and then he blew his breath out in a huff and slung his pack at Liall.

"What—"

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"Don't lose any of my things," Scarlet ordered. He took some heavier items out of his pockets: a flint and steel, a compass, and the two long-knives from his belt. When he would have ducked into the open street, Liall grabbed his arm and swung him around.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You do intend to get on that ship don't you? Well, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Then let me go."

He had no choice. In another minute the mariners would pull the gangway up and he would have to swim for it. He released Scarlet, who tossed him an easy grin.

"Don't worry. Just get aboard as soon as the way is clear."

"You're going to clear the dock of bravos on your own?"

"Looks like it."

He sighed, admiring in spite of his exasperation. "Scarlet, one back-alley brawl against men armed with clubs does not make you a warrior."

"No, but I'm not going to fight them, or not if I do this right."

"Gods grant me patience; you're going to give me a seizure!"

"You don't have time for that. Wait 'til after you're on the ship, eh?"

He gaped as Scarlet smoothly stepped into the foot traffic and made his way down the docks, to the quay where the
Ostre Sul
was anchored, stopping in open sight of the bravos, one of whom bore a plastered bandage on his flattened nose.

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They noticed him at once. How not, in that red coat? Scarlet stood with his hands on his hips and waved sunnily, then called out to them, his voice carrying over the hubbub of the wharf.

"Aye, it's me, ugly one. How's the nose?"

And that was it. The bravo with the plastered nose roared and tore after Scarlet, swinging his club. The remaining five bravos by the gangway dropped everything and followed and the two by the teetering platform tried to duck around and flank Scarlet, who stood almost lazily in the middle of the street. Scarlet waited until the six men moved fully away from the
Ostre Sul's
gangway and the other two bravos began closing in on him, and like a shot from a cannon, he was off.

Never had Liall seen anyone run so fast or so well, but then he had never seen a pedlar who walks for a living decide to stop walking and fly.

Scarlet was a deer fleeing the archer, a rabbit let loose in a market with the butcher on his heels. He turned and raced back up the docks, away from the brigantine, dodging pedestrians, leaping over anything that was in his way, seeming to flow through the press of people like water down a drainpipe. A ninth bravo, coming down the street purely by accident, almost ran headlong into Scarlet. He saw his fellows hard on Scarlet's trail and made a grab for him. Scarlet easily danced out of his range and took a turn down a long alley that led into another street running away from the docks, and as neat as that, Liall had a clear path.

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pursued their quarry. His path to the ship was open and he took it, straight down the quay and up the wooden gangway, which the mariners pulled up after him at once. Qixa's face was urgent and angry. He barked orders at the crew and they cast off from the dock. The ship began to pull away from land, slow as sap in winter.

Liall went straight to the stern, dropped his packs to the deck. He leaned over the bulward to scan the docks, searching the crowd anxiously for a flash of red. Scarlet suddenly emerged from the small crowd, who had gathered in a knot on the wharf, running fast, the tails of his long coat flying behind him. One bravo blocked his way. He ducked the swinging club and shoved out with his arm, unbalancing the thug, who fell flat on his rump.

As Liall watched, Scarlet leapt over a pile of wooden crates and kept running. It looked like he was headed straight for the water. Was he going to swim? Liall turned his head to shout for ropes in case they were needed, and then Scarlet suddenly swerved and dodged to the right.

Oh, he would not...

He would. Scarlet took the rotted steps of the derelict loading platform two at a time, his feet barely touching the wood, and raced across the sagging planks that jutted high over the waterline, straight toward the slow-moving brigantine. Putting on a last burst of speed when he hit the top of the platform, he kept running until there was open space under one foot and wood under another, and pushed off. Scarlet leapt over the open water between the dock and the ship and crashed onto the deck, landing on his hands and 254

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knees and rolling to absorb some of the shock. The impact knocked the breath out of him and he lay there panting until Liall got over the shock and helped him to stand.

None of the crew had moved to their aid.

The bravos were gesturing angrily and screaming at the brigantine to come back, waving their clubs. Captain Qixa called back to them in Sinha, knowing they would not understand, but shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands in a helpless gesture that said plainly;
what could I do?

Scarlet was clutching his heaving sides and gasping, tired but proud of himself.

"I've never seen anything like that," Liall said truthfully, very awed at his skill.

Scarlet grinned. "Did you like it?"

"Yes, it was very brave." He sighed wearily, and some of the shining triumph sloughed off Scarlet. "But you
cannot
come with me."

"And you can't send me back to the port, they'll hang me."

"What?" Liall grabbed Scarlet's arm, his heart accelerating again. "Why would they do that? Certainly not for breaking a bravo's nose."

"I killed Cadan. I didn't want to but there it is, and the army knows it was me."

Liall's shoulders sagged. Fool! he raged inwardly. Oh lad, what have you done?

From the corner of his eye, Liall saw the Rshani crew begin to draw closer to them. Captain Qixa squared up to Liall, his quartermaster and the young man who had served as a lookout behind him. Slowly, Liall sensed the blanket of 255

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hostility folding around them, and he wondered at its cause, thinking for a moment that he had made a bad mistake in boarding the
Ostre Sul.
Then he saw their pale, hard eyes fixed on Scarlet and knew what was wrong.

"This was not part of our bargain," Qixa snarled in Sinha, jabbing a finger at Scarlet, who naturally did not understand a word of it.

Qixa was right. He had never asked permission to bring Scarlet on board, because he had never intended to. Yet, even if he had, it was doubtful he would have sought Qixa's consent. He could be that proud and used to getting his way.

"Perhaps not," he allowed. "It is now."

"No! We do not carry
lenilyn
on this ship!"

Qixa used the old Sinha word for foreigner:
lenilyn
, which in some nuances could mean
non-person,
or even
animal
.

Liall glanced pointedly around him at the shabby condition of the deck, the tarred ropes that were rat-gnawed, the smell of bilge and the gull droppings on the planks. "But you do evidently carry rats and lice."

"Better than
lenilyn
," the lookout reckoned. He wore his long hair vainly flowing around his shoulders, and he eyed Scarlet meanly before spitting into the scuppers. In another moment there would be violence. Liall forcibly kept his hand away from his knives and locked eyes with Qixa.

"This Byzan is not to be touched."

"Perhaps if he were not Hilurin, we could have made some arrangement," Qixa said in a conciliatory tone. "You understand
, ap kyning
? I regret, but it must be this way."

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Qixa snapped his fingers and the crew hemmed them in closer, sixteen Rshani on the near deck and another fifty elsewhere on the ship, at least. Liall had no hope of fighting them all off.

He pushed Scarlet behind him with one arm and backed up to the bulward. Scarlet had gone quiet and watchful as a mouse, seeing only that they were in trouble and not knowing why, but wise enough to keep his mouth shut. In another moment, Qixa would order the crew to throw Scarlet overboard and—hell!—he was not even sure he could swim.

Even if he could, there were the bravos on the docks, still within sight of the departing ship, who would be waiting for him.

The young mariner started forward and Liall gave him a cold stare. "You will not," he said, his voice low and lethal.

"You dare not." His heartbeat had slowed and he was as calm as if sleeping soundly under a friendly sky. The weights of his Morturii knives were warm and reassuringly heavy where they touched his thighs. They would not lay hands on Scarlet.

It confused the mariner, one man against many who showed no fear and was confident he would be obeyed. Liall continued to look at Qixa as thunder rolled out of the sky and the ship tacked northeast into a gray horizon. A light, misty rain began drifting down.

"It belongs to me. My property," Liall said in Sinha, hoping that the rude claim of ownership would reach him where subtler arguments could not. "I give you the word of a Camira Druz that it will cause no trouble."

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Qixa did not like it, but he backed down. Perhaps he simply did not want to be the man responsible for killing him.

Gods knew there were enough waiting in line to do that once they made landfall in Rshan.

Qixa barked new orders and the crew dispersed with much grumbling. Liall relaxed and spat over the side to clear the sour taste from his mouth, his long hands trembling.

"What was that all about?" Scarlet inquired coolly.

He shrugged. "Nothing," he lied. "They're unaccustomed to transporting foreigners on board, an old taboo. I gave my word to keep you in line."