Dave Duncan - Destiny of the Sword (Seventh Sword, Book 3)

It was the middle of the following morning before WalUe clambered glumly up the rope ladder to Sapphires deck. Bare,masted and peaceful, the little blue ship lay at anchor on sunlit water, a haven of sanity after the frenzy of tie tryst. Yet he was returning only because he had work to do even there, work on fee one problem that he could not possibly delegateRotanxi, And it would take more than sparkling ripples and wheeling white birds to soften his nagging black mood mis morning.

As he stepped on board, Jja came running forward to greet him. He clasped her hands in his and then recoiled in shock at her puffed and discolored face.

What happened? he demanded.

She dropped her gaze. It was an accident.

Who caused this accident? he roared. A surge of fury rose like bile in this throat. If this was more swordsman work, then there would be blood to spill...

You did, she said softly.

He gaped at her, suddenly aware that mere were many other people on deck, most pretending to be busy, but all of them from toddlers to old Una herselfall certainly watching and listening.

When you were passing judgment on the two swordsmen, master. I tried to plead for them. It was wrong of me.

He had struck her? He thought back into that red mist that had

enveloped him in the lodge the day before. Yes, perhaps he had.

My love! he wailed. Oh, Jja! He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Then he backed off again, puzzled. True, his tongue tasted tike an old fur insole, and there were no clinical mouth washes in the World. He had not been drunk the night before, but he had taken enough of the vile gut,rotting local wine to give himself a pounding hangover. Doubtless he was an unsavory lover this morning. Even so, there had been much lacking in that kiss. And she had called him master.

I lost my head, Jja. I did not even know I had done this.

She kept her face down and was silent, but he waited and eventually she spoke.

I know that, master.

Then can you not forgive me?

Now she looked up and studied him dubiously. Will you make amends, then?

How? Tell me how I can!

Come down to the cabin and I will show you.

He hugged her again. I dont dare, my love! I got very little sleep last night and I have work to do.

Little was an understatement. He had barely slept at all. He had returned Doa to her home not long before dawnand the door had been slammed in his face. He had gone back to the lodge, to find it still a boiling pot of insanity. Adjutant Linumino had certainly not seen bed that night, being engaged in organizing the barracks and the married quarters and food supplies and work assignments, all at the same time. The shouting and the racket of marching boots had never stopped, nor had the endless string of conflicts being referred to the liege himself. The Sevenths were well,meaning and enthusiastic, but Wallie had given them too much to do too soon. The thought of a bed with Jja in it was a vision of paradise, but one that he must resist. Or was that guilt talking?

She bit her lip. The two men you sold, master...

So her offer had been a bribe? Stay out of that, Jja! How I run the tryst is not your concern!

Yes, master.

And dont call me that!

No, master.

Women!

She turned away. He grabbed her shoulder roughly and spun her round to face him.

Relations between the swordsmen and the town are bad! he snapped. It is important that I keep the elders happy. Do you understand?

She nodded dumbly.

Liar! said his conscience. Whatever else Shonsu did when he was castellan, he terrorized the elders. They groveled to you last night.

I had to go to that ball!

Rot! They would much prefer that you stay away and just send Nnanji.

And they would be grossly insulted if I took a slave as my partner.

You mean the swordsmen would laugh at you.

And if I choose to take Lady Doa to a dance, then it is none of your business!

Of course not, master.

Again she began to turn. This time he grabbed both shoulders and almost shook her.

You have no cause to be jealous of Lady Doa!

Jealous! Now, incredibly, it was Jja who started to shout. A slave? Jealous? What could possibly make a slave jealous?

In this case nothing! I needed an escort to the dance

You think that I care who you take to a stupid dance?

And nothing else!

You think I care about that, either? Bed whom you like, master. Make no excuses to a slave.

WalUe was astounded. Never had she raised her voice like that before, to him or anyone. He released her. Then what is bothering you?

You are! she yelled, stamping her foot. What are you doing to yourself?

He was a swordsman of the Seventh. He was liege lord of the tryst, the most powerful man in the World. He stammered and then yelled back, Watch your tongue, woman! For, yes, you are only a slave, remember!

And I was happy as a slave! I did as my mistress bid me, for many men. And very few of them struck me!

He made an effort and lowered his voice. I said I was sorry. I shall not do that again.

Perhaps you should! To remind me I am only a slave. You have been telling me to mink of myself as a real person!

Never had she behaved like mis! For a moment Shonsus maniacal temper almost broke loose. Then Wallie forced it down, taking deep breaths and unclenching his fists. He glanced around the deck, seeing the many frightened eyes being hastily averted. Rotanxi, whom he had come to woo and impress, was sitting on the aft hatch cover, impassively listening like the others to mis absurd quarrel.

You said mat was what you wanted, she shouted. A real woman. Now I am a slave again

Yes! he roared, to silence her. Go to the cabin! He turned away and headed over to the sorcerer, passing a cynical, surly Tomiyano and ignoring him. He made formal salute to Rotanxi.

The sorcerer rose and responded, then sat down again. Wallie settled beside him.

And how are your catapults this fine day? Rotanxi inquired with acid politeness.

Wallie laughed bitterly. Lord Zoariyi is in charge of building catapults. I judged him the shrewdest.

Probably, Rotanxi commented, to show that he knew of the Sevenths.

He jumped in with all four feet. I stopped by on my way out here; he has a catapult half,built already.

Remarkable!

Yes, but uselessunless he plans to use it to move the tryst across to the other bank. There isnt a hatch on the River that could take it. It will have to be scrapped and a new start made.

Rotanxi made a thin,tipped smile. I hope he wasted a lot of money on timber.

He had, of course. Money is no longer a problem, Wallie said, and explained about dock fees.

The sorcerer looked skeptical and said nothing.

You have heard about Chinarama? Wallie inquired.

The old man nodded, face unreadable.

Afterward Nnanji searched his quarters. He found a thunder weapon and the supplies for it. Quill and ink and vellum, of course. And this. Wallie held out a small ivory plaque bearing the image of a girl, wistfully beautiful.

The sorcerer regarded the plaque as it lay on Wallies palm, but he made no move to take it and he did not speak.

He and I were on opposite sides, my lord, Wallie said, but I honor his memory. Courage is not confined to swordsmen. Is this his daughter? Rotanxi and Chinarama had been about the same age. Vul could not be so huge that they would not have known each other.

The sorcerer hesitated, then said, His wife. She died in childbirth many years ago.

Sad!

Very. It was not his child. She had been raped by a band of swordsmen.

Wallie winced, then studied the old man, inscrutable now as a mummy. The story was possible, of course, but it might be a ploy to put him on the defensive. Of course I do not doubt you, my lord, but our surras expressly forbid any violence toward women, except in two narrowly defined casesconvicted felons, or in retaliation for bloodshed.