Read The Usurper's Crown Online
Authors: Sarah Zettel
Chapter Fifteen
The time on the water acquired its own rhythm, and Ingrid found herself coming to relish it. She and Avanasy shared the work of canvas and tiller, fishing with drag lines for whatever the ocean felt like offering. She liked his boat and soon learned its strange rigging and its easy ways. In the evening, they would anchor off the coast. While they remained in Isavalta, if one of his maps showed there to be a village nearby, one or the other of them would hike inland to hear the news and barter for bread and other provisions. Although Ingrid found herself missing any number of things — sugar, coffee, white flour, more than one change of linen — the days still felt sweet.
Nights were spent cradled in each others’ arms and that was the sweetest of all.
Only two things kept the time from being perfect. The first was Avanasy’s growing anxiety to reach their destination. Every day he would scan the skies, looking for the messenger from Peshek. Every day his face would grow just a little more grave as the messenger failed to appear.
The second flaw was Ingrid’s dreams.
As soon as they had left the cove below Hajek’s village and reached the open water, Avanasy had given her the tiller and sail and gone below. Ingrid sailed them across calm seas in a steady wind, and wished that there was a little more for her to do so she would not have to wonder so much about what had happened to her, what would happen next, and how Avanasy was going to do what he needed to if he was going to have to keep worrying about her.
An hour or so later, Avanasy returned to the deck, looking tired but satisfied. In his hand he held a delicate, complex braid made of colored cloth, canvas threads and several strands of his hair, and hers. He tied his creation securely around her right wrist, and kissed the knot when he was finished.
“It should be a girdle, or a sash, but I have no time to weave you such before dark.” He met her eyes anxiously. “How do you feel?”
Ingrid considered, searching inside herself for an honest answer. “As if something has eased,” she said. “At least for now.”
“Good.” Avanasy kissed her. “Good.”
She knew he did not sleep that night for watching over her, and, in truth, she was hard pressed to give herself over to oblivion, but at last fatigue won out. She slept, and she stayed within herself, but she was seized with a straining and stretching, as if she were struggling against the bond that held body and soul together. It was the same every night after that. She would see things, fleeting as shadows in the darkness, and would feel them pausing to stare at her: a knight all dressed in red; the Vixen, who was the size of a cart horse; a snake, a tortoise, a huge chestnut horse, a dragon, a beautiful bird with trailing wings.
She would tell Avanasy of her dreams, and he would frown and reconsecrate her wristlet.
“They are spirit powers,” he told her. “You are seeing into the Land of Death and Spirit, and it is looking back at you. I don’t like it.”
Neither did Ingrid, in truth, but there was nothing to be done. Avanasy said there would be help in Hung Tse, perhaps even from the Nine Elders, depending on what Medeoan had been able to accomplish. Ingrid would be whole again, he swore, and with that, Ingrid worked hard to let herself to be content.
It was their tenth day on the water. Ingrid was taking her turn at the tiller. It was a good day, with a clear sky and only a few hazy clouds. The sea was blue and the swells were high, but regular, and the wind stiff and steady and smelling only of warm salt. The seabirds sported lazily over the low green coast.
Avanasy stood by the mast, one hand shading his eyes as he stared toward land. Then, he pointed toward an oddly cleft rise, where it looked like a single hill had been split open with a giant axe.
“Ngar-Chen,” he said. “That puts us about a day out from the mouth of the Sze-Leng River. From there we will be able to find our way to the Heart of the World. There may even be a riverboat, if we are lucky.” He came to stand beside her, one hand wrapping itself around the gunwale, the other touching the line, as if testing its tension. “Grant that we have not been too long.”
“Whatever we find, we’ll deal with it then,” said Ingrid. “Your empress arrived safely, you know that much.”
Avanasy nodded absently. He had tried several times over the past days to work a spell which would allow him to see Empress Medeoan, and possibly to pass a message to her, but there had been little success, even though his efforts would leave him drained and shaking. He had nothing of hers to create a bond between them, he told Ingrid when he had recovered from his first attempt, and working with the unshaped elements was chancy at best. He had been able to find traces that led him to believe she had reached the Heart of the World in safety, but beyond that he could see nothing.
“The Nine Elders will not permit prying eyes near their emperor,” he had said ruefully.
The wind shifted, tugging at line and canvas. Ingrid, in response, shifted her grip on the tiller and checked the ropes. All seemed well to her, but Avanasy had straightened up, and turned his gaze from the shore to the open sea.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Something …” He lifted his head, as if he had caught a sudden sound, or scent. “Something new …”
Ingrid stared in the same direction, but saw nothing. All the sounds of sea and wind seemed the same.
“Ingrid, take us in to shore,” said Avanasy. “I do not like this.”
Ingrid did not question or protest. She trimmed the sail and swung the tiller around, steering them toward the green land. She badly wanted to see what Avanasy was staring at as he watched the open water past her shoulder, but her business was the boat, and she needed to keep a sharp eye out for breakers that would mark any shoals or other shallows.
Then it seemed to Ingrid that the day grew dimmer, and something was lost. In another minute she knew what it was. The seabirds had fallen silent.
“Vyshemir defend!” Avanasy leapt over benches and gear to reach the port rail.
Ingrid risked a look back, and her grip slipped from the tiller.
They flew behind the boat, faster than the wind for they were gaining. They were huge and ungainly, shaped more like apes than men. Their wings blocked out the sun, and they were armed. What light there was outlined spears and swords in their huge fists.
“God in Heaven,” was all she could breathe.
“Get us in, Ingrid,” cried Avanasy, drawing his knife. “I’ll hold them off, but we must get to land!”
Ingrid forced her eyes back down.
Work the ropes, raise the sail, steer the tiller, watch the shore, watch for breakers. Don’t look back, don’t look back
. She forced these words through her, although her mind was awash in panic. What were those things? What did they want? Oh, God, how could Avanasy face them all down with just a knife?
Shadows swooped over the boat, and despite all her resolve, Ingrid had to look.
Avanasy did not hold his knife now. Both his palms were cut and the blood ran red down his hands as he lifted them to the wind. He cried aloud, harsh words Ingrid could not understand and the demon — what else could it be? — responded with a laugh like the low roll of thunder and swooped closer. Light glinted on red skin and black armor and cruel yellow fangs. Fear left Ingrid dizzy, but Avanasy didn’t move.
All at once, the wind blew hard, making the boat buck against the waves. It scattered the demons. The nearest shouted in his frustration and dove down on them again, and again the wind blew him back. But it also strained the canvas and made the ropes creak dangerously. A wave rolled over the rail, and Ingrid leaned all her weight against the tiller. The boat fought her, torn between Avanasy’s wind and the natural actions of the waves.
Avanasy, pale as death in the bright sun, snatched up a length of rope in his bloody hands. Shouting again, he tied a knot in its length. One of the demons arched its back, screeching in what Ingrid could only believe was pain. It plummeted into the sea, tossing up a fountain of brine. For a moment, the wind stilled, and Ingrid was able to haul hard on the tiller and swing the boat about, aiming the prow for a cleft in the shore that she prayed would make a harbor.
Avanasy staggered, the motion of the boat sending him reeling against the rail. The chief of the demons laughed again and whirled his sword over his head, bringing it flashing down as if it meant to cleave rope and sail. Ingrid hauled hard on the line and the boat heeled over, its rail skimming the water, and the sword missed by a bare inch. Avanasy slid to the deck, but braced himself against the bench.
“This is my wish,” Ingrid heard him grate, his hand curling around one of the belaying pins. “This is my word, and my word is firm, my word is firm, my word is firm!”
He lifted the pin high, raising himself to his feet, and in his hand it was a pin no more. It was an axe on a long pole, and the demon swooped close again and he swung it out and their weapons rang together with a mighty clash. The demon shrieked and fell back, beating the air with its wings. It dove again, and again Avanasy parried, and it was all Ingrid could do to keep her seat and make herself watch the water, but when her eyes dropped again, she saw what she feared more than any impossible monster.
Breakers.
Rocks, shallows, shoals, it didn’t matter, the safe cove she had steered them toward had no safe entrance. Immediately, Ingrid leaned forward to bring in the canvas, to swing the boom and bring them about, but the demons had seen, and they dropped low behind the boat, their great wings fanning the wind and driving the little boat forward, toward the breakers.
“Avanasy!”
Avanasy saw, and swung his axe through the air, cutting at wind and wings. The demons shrieked and fell back, giving Ingrid a moment’s respite to haul the sail down, but the boat still surged forward, and the breakers were far too close. She searched the pattern of them desperately, watching for a clear space, or at least a strong wave to carry them over whatever lay beneath.
She spied their chance, or what she hoped was their chance, a place in the swell where the waves seemed to surge through rather than smash against the shallows. She leaned hard on the tiller, aiming the boat and praying hard to whatever gods watched over sailors here.
One of the demons dropped in front of the boat. Ingrid did not let herself flinch. The way was too narrow, she had to hold steady. Avanasy gripped the rail with one hand and raised his axe, shouting to the sky. The demon shook as if buffeted by heavy blow, and it fell back.
At that moment the boat shuddered, and the tiller ripped itself momentarily from Ingrid’s hands, but it was enough. The other two demons rose grinning from the side, and she had just time enough to realize they had battered themselves against the boat before the surge drove them onto the rocks.
The world filled with a hideous splintering, crashing and roaring. Thrown backward, Ingrid tumbled into the surf, dragged instantly into the swell by her heavy skirts. Her hands clamped around the stern rail, barely able to hang on. A demon dove grinning toward her. She screamed and dropped down into the water, and the world was suddenly blue gray and silent and her lungs strained and salt water stung her eyes. Waves shoved her forward hard and she struggled to swim, expecting any second to be snatched into the air. But no grip seized her, other than the water, relentlessly surging, weighting her down too heavily. She thought of Grace and, for a moment, despaired.
But her foot found the ragged bottom and she kicked upward at the same time a wave tumbled her forward, dashing her against a shelf of rock and knocking all the air from her lungs just as her head broke the surface, allowing her to scream for her pain and fear.
The waves rolled her over again, driving her into the pebbly shoal and then dragging her back out again. Scrabbling with hands and knees, Ingrid managed to gain a little purchase and forced her head and shoulders above water. Salt water burned in her eyes as she struggled upright so she could see.
And she saw Avanasy. He stood up to his waist in the surging water, his axe over his head. The demons wheeled above him, but they did not come close. Avanasy slashed the air with his axe, again, and again. With each slash, the demons pulled closer together, as if bound by invisible ropes. Avanasy cried once more, and the demons fell. Not in a straight line, not into the sea, but in an impossible arc, to vanish into the forest that covered the coast.
At that same moment, Avanasy’s arms dropped, and he fell forward into the surf. With a cry of her own, Ingrid launched herself to his side to try to catch him, but her own strength was failing her, and she could only prop him up against her shoulder. But his eyes were open, and he was breathing, and it was enough.
“Come, come,” she croaked, her throat harsh with salt and sand. “We must get to shore.”
Avanasy mustered a nod and, together, leaning on each other, they labored to the shore, half swimming at times, sometimes Ingrid dragging Avanasy forward, sometimes Avanasy dragging her. At last, the waves pushed them forward and left them stranded on the stony beach, collapsed and panting, bleeding and bruised, two lost creatures of the sea left upon land to die.
The sun was hot and the water she had escaped from was harsh. Eventually, thirst became a stronger force than exhaustion, and Ingrid was able to push herself upright. Avanasy already sat up, hunched over his own knees, facing inland. He had been white before. He was gray now, and his breath was a sickening rattle.
“We need to find water,” rasped Ingrid.
Avanasy just shook his head. “We need to find the demons.”
“Why?” was all the answer Ingrid could make.
“I’ve bound them. They pull at me. If I don’t transfer the bond … If I don’t make some bargain, or bind them to some element, they’ll break free, and they’ll set on us again. I’ve not much strength left, and they’ll know it.”
The thought of facing those monsters again made Ingrid shudder, but she would not leave Avanasy alone, not while he was shivering despite the bright sun.