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by John Marco


  But Alazrian had never been his son, and he had known it from the moment his white head had emerged from the womb. Sixteen years ago, Lady Calida had played the whore for a journeying Triin, opening her legs under the hypnotic spell of misplaced love. In those days, Triin travellers to the Empire were common, part of Arkus' cultural exchange, and though Elrad Leth had never learned the true identity of Calida's paramour, he was certain from Alazrian's milk-colored hair that the offending lover had been Triin. He had loved Calida once, but from that day on his love had been smothered. Now, thanks to cancer, he was rid of his slut wife, but the product of her whoring still mocked him. Until today, he had never thought of a convincing alibi for being rid of Alazrian.

  "Shinn?" he said, his voice shaking.

  "Yes?"

  "When we get back to Aramoor, I want you to take a patrol into the mountains to find Jahl Rob."

  "Yes," said Shinn calmly. "I know that."

  "And Shinn?"

  "What?"

  Elrad Leth turned to his bodyguard. "Take Alazrian with you. See that some harm comes to him."

  TWELVE

  Two days after coming ashore, Kasrin and Biagio were still awaiting Jelena's answer. The queen had sequestered herself in the mansion, refusing to speak to her Naren guests. Kasrin supposed she was surrounded by advisors trying to decide what to do about Biagio's proposition. Time had taken on a sluggish quality, and while Kasrin waited for word from his Lissen captors, he whiled away the hours exploring the mansion. Unlike Biagio, who was confined to a single wing of the villa, Kasrin had been granted full run of the place. He was allowed to roam the grounds as he pleased, to talk to whoever he wished, and to take advantage of the gardens. The only thing Kasrin wasn't permitted to do was contact his ship, and that restriction irked him. He could see the Dread Sovereign from shore, bobbing at anchor, still surrounded by a flotilla of Lissen schooners. His big dreadnought looked impotent, like a muzzled wolf. For Kasrin, not being able to speak to his crew was the worst part of his captivity. If not for that, he might actually have enjoyed himself.

  Biagio had often bragged about Crote during the voyage. He had said it was the most splendid place in the Empire, and Kasrin had no reason to doubt it. The air was perfumed by the sea and a plethora of flowers, and even so early in spring the sun was warm. Though the mansion had been turned into a fortress, it still bore the stamp of its grand architecture, revealing Crote's magnificent vistas through huge balconies and windows of stained glass that caught the sun at perfect angles. For a prison, Biagio's mansion was a kind of heaven, and the angels were all the platinum-topped Lissens. Surprisingly, Kasrin had grown accustomed to them. They were curious and generally polite, and they were striking to behold--something like Biagio with his lean, androgynous body and flawless skin. Kasrin had seen Lissens before, but he had never really noticed them, nor appreciated the delicate difference between them and his own race. They were human, of course, but in a way they were inhuman, too. Sometimes he felt strangely inferior.

  It was the afternoon of his second day on Crote when Kasrin discovered the little pond hidden on the east side of the villa. Here was the only place Jelena's engineers hadn't destroyed with trenches, probably because it was thickly forested and already provided an adequate defense. It was also a good distance from the main house. Bored with the same surroundings, Kasrin had blundered into the wooded area, ignoring the curious stares of the Lissens patrolling the grounds. Apparently, Jelena's orders allowed him to roam any place he wished to go, so he tested his freedom by disappearing into the thicket of trees. The guards didn't follow. It was then that he discovered the pond.

  He parted the trees with his hands to reveal a perfectly still body of water broken only by the ripples of jumping fish. Kasrin gave a happy laugh when he spotted it. There was a path of cobblestones laid carefully around its perimeter and a varied collection of blue and orange flowers coming into bloom. Near its closest bank, sitting alone and unremembered, was a small stone bench, its white surface partially overgrown with moss. Kasrin stepped closer, curious about the bench and the charming setting. It seemed the kind of place a man might take a secret lover. Birds that had abandoned the rest of the estate sang in the trees and hopped through the tangle of branches, eyeing the intruder. Kasrin was careful not to make a sound as he went to stand beside the little bench. He knelt down before it, studying its simple design. He half expected to see Biagio's name chiseled into it, some sort of prankish reminder from the emperor's youth. But the bench was pristine, except for the fingers of moss. Kasrin brushed the seat with his palm, removing the moss the best he could, then sat down and admired the world he'd discovered. "Beautiful," he whispered.

  Lately, Kasrin had been thinking a lot about Nar and the little fishing village he'd been calling home. He'd been drinking too much and using his head too little, and it was all catching up to him. Being back aboard the Sovereign had cleared his thinking. It was good to be out on the waves again. And even Nicabar couldn't take everything away from him, he decided. He picked up a stone from the ground, selecting a good smooth one, and tossed it sideways into the pond, letting it skip across the surface.

  "Three jumps," he mused, watching the stone bounce. "Not bad." But he could do better, he decided, so retrieved a handful of stones this time, selecting the best of them for tossing, and began trying to beat his own record. Soon he was on his feet doing his best to reach five jumps As he played he thought of his ship out on the sea, and of Biagio stuck in his gilded cage impatiently pacing as he awaited word from the queen Then, Kasrin started to think about Jelena. The image of the child queen brought a smile to his face. She was very beautiful. She had the same captivating look as all her people, but taken to a level beyond. From the moment he had seen her, Kasrin had been enthralled. How old was she? he wondered. No more than eighteen, surely. She carried herself like a much older woman, but her skin had the tightness of a teenager and her voice had the crystalline clearness of youth. Truly, she was a child queen.

  Half an hour later, Kasrin had exhausted the fun of skipping stones and clapped the dirt from his hands. He sat back down on the bench. The sun was high overhead, but Kasrin had nowhere to go. Since he wasn't hungry yet, there seemed no reason to head back to the mansion, and he didn't care to visit with Biagio, whose mood had been particularly foul since coming to Crote. Kasrin assumed the awful sight of his ruined villa had shaken the emperor. Kasrin almost pitied him. Surely having one's home violated was a terrible thing.

  "Maybe that's why they did it," he considered.

  It made sense, after all. Liss had been violated by Narens, all under the orders of Renato Biagio. Now it was payback for the emperor and his fancy home.

  "What a waste," whispered Kasrin, shaking his head. The ten-year siege of Liss, its bloody aftermath, even his career in the fleet; it was all a pointless farce. And according to Biagio, it had brought the Empire to the brink of ruin. These days, Kasrin didn't know what to believe, but his trust in Biagio was growing.

  "Captain Kasrin?" someone called.

  The voice startled Kasrin. He turned to see three figures at the outskirts of the trees. Amazingly, one of them was Queen Jelena. The young woman was sandwiched between two Lissen guards, both of whom wore disapproving frowns. But Jelena's face was more impassive, impossible to read. She tilted her head as she looked at the captain, studying him. "What are you doing?" she asked.

  Kasrin stood at once. "Is there something wrong? I was told I could go anywhere I wished."

  Jelena didn't answer. One of the guardians whispered in her ear, a man Kasrin remembered seeing two days ago. Timrin; was that his name? Queen Jelena nodded at his words, then took a step forward. Timrin protested, but Jelena waved him off.

  "Go," she told her men. "I want to speak with the captain alone." Both men scowled at Kasrin, warning him to behave, then fell back behind the tree line. Kasrin watched Jelena come forward, carefully lifting the hem of her dress to avoid the loamy earth. She looked as [aei
iccn.c] as a rose but her face revealed her thorns. Her expression was hard as she approached the captain. Kasrin decided not to be intimidated.

  "I did nothing wrong," he said. "Your men saw me come in here and didn't stop me."

  "I know that," Jelena acknowledged. "It was they who told me where to find you. I haven't come to scold you, Captain Kasrin."

  "Oh? Then why are you here?"

  Queen Jelena bristled at his directness. "Because I need some answers." She sat on the bench, arranging her emerald skirt around her legs. When she looked up at Kasrin, her expression shifted. "You're surprised to see me, I can tell. Please don't be afraid."

  "I'm not afraid," Kasrin scoffed, but he actually was a bit nervous and it annoyed him. "What can I do for you?"

  "I've been thinking for two days now, Captain. You and your emperor have given me much to consider. I've been unable to reach a conclusion."

  "Understandable," said Kasrin. He was studying Jelena, only half listening. She was lovely, and the setting only enhanced her beauty.

  "My advisors and friends all have opinions about what we should do with you and Biagio," Jelena continued. "Some say we should believe you. Others think that Biagio is a lying devil and should be fed to the sharks."

  "Very comforting," said Kasrin sourly. "And you? What do you think?"

  Jelena sighed. "I do not know what to believe."

  "And that's why you're here."

  The queen nodded. "I realized something after two days of arguing and thinking. It occurred to me that none of us knows what we're talking about. We don't really understand Narens or your Empire. And Biagio is a great mystery."

  Suddenly Kasrin understood. "My lady, you've come under a false assumption," he said. "I don't really know Biagio any better than you do."

  "Oh, but you must," said Jelena. "You're his loyal captain, after all. He said so."

  "I think you misunderstand. It's all circumstantial, my involvement with Biagio. Really, I hardly know him at all."

  Jelena frowned. "I can't accept that," she said. "You've come here asking for help, and all you offer is riddles. Well it isn't good enough, Captain. If you want us to help you, you're going to have to start cooperating."

  "Easy, now," Kasrin warned. "Don't talk to me like I'm one of your servants. If you have questions, ask them. But I won't be interrogated."

  The queen's expression softened. "I meant no offense. You have to understand how difficult this is for me. You are Naren, an officer of the Black Fleet. Forgive me, but I don't know how to react to you."

  "I understand that," said Kasrin. Getting used to the Lissens had been hard for him, too, and he realized what a danger he must seem to the queen. He was like a snake coming into a bird's nest. Jelena was only protecting her chicks. "Do me one favor, though. Don't judge me. You don't know what I've been through to get here."

  "No, I don't," agreed Jelena. "That's the problem. But I would like to know, if you'll tell me."

  Kasrin shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

  "But it does, don't you see? This is why I've come to you. I need to understand you if I'm to trust you at all. I have many questions. If they aren't answered, how can I agree to help your emperor?" Jelena's tone became imploring. "Tell me about Nicabar." "What about him?" "He is your enemy, yes?" Kasrin chuckled. "Most definitely."

  "Why? Biagio says you are not an enemy of Liss. He says that you refused to fight us. That intrigues me, Captain. I've never known a Naren seaman to think kindly toward my people. Explain this to me."

  Kasrin began pacing slowly around the bench. Jelena watched him circle for a minute, then patted the seat next to her, asking him to sit. Kasrin was surprised at the offer but accepted gratefully, and the warmth of her body next to his was intoxicating. "Where should I start?" he wondered. Jelena shrugged. "At the beginning."

  So Kasrin began, and the tale made the young queen's eyes widen. He described his feud with Nicabar, brokered by his constant refusal to join the admiral's war. He told her about the Dread Sovereign and its crew, how fine a ship she was and the agony of being landlocked, punished, and called a coward for refusing to butcher Lissens. And he confessed his fears over what might have happened to him, describing Naren justice and the power Nicabar held in his hands, so capable of crushing a single innocent life. Then, to his surprise, he told Jelena about Biagio. The emperor had helped him, he said, offering him one last chance at vindication.

  Finally, his story finished, he looked at the queen and smiled weakly. "That's it. That's everything."

  "I don't know what to say. It's . . . unbelievable." "Every word is true, Queen Jelena. Whether you believe it or not." "So that's why you're going after Nicabar? For revenge?" "Isn't that good enough? Isn't that why you want him yourself?" "I suppose," Jelena admitted. "The Fearless is the dread of my people. She's sunk countless ships over the years. There's no way we could declare peace with Nar until she's destroyed. Biagio is wrong to think it's just about revenge, though. It is more than that. It's important to us as a people. We cannot go on without sinking the Fearless."

  "I think I understand," said Kasrin. "It's a matter of pride. Really, it's not so different for me. You're talking about the pride of a whole nation. I'm talking about the pride of one man. Me."

  The queen smiled slightly. "All right, then. Since you're the expert on Nicabar, tell me how we defeat him."

  "Oh? Have you made your decision, then?"

  "Not yet," the queen answered. "We are just talking, you and I. Let us imagine for a moment what we would do if we were up against the Fearless. What are her weaknesses? How would you defeat her, Captain Kasrin?"

  "Blair," said Kasrin.

  "What?"

  "My name is Blair."

  Jelena glanced away. "What would you do?" she asked again.

  Kasrin considered the question. The Fearless was the largest dreadnought in the fleet, and the best armed. She was slower, too, but that wasn't much of a weakness; her ponderous speed was the result of heavy armor. The captain stroked his chin thoughtfully. Maybe the Fearless didn't have any weaknesses, but Nicabar certainly did. Kasrin considered what Biagio had told them, that Nicabar would fall for any trap if he thought it meant conquering Liss.

  "Ego," concluded Kasrin. "That's the weakness I'd go after. I've never met a man more arrogant than Nicabar. Or more driven. Biagio is right about him. If I tell him I have a way into Liss, he'll believe it." "Are you sure? You just told me Nicabar hates you." "Ah, my queen, there is one thing that Nicabar hates more than me, and that's Liss." Kasrin chuckled. "That's our trap. We have to draw him into a shallow fight, surround him with cannons with no way out. Someplace narrow, with high land around. The question is, are you willing to arrange it?"

  Still the queen wouldn't commit herself. Kasrin waited for her answer, but Jelena was silent. She rose from the bench and went to the edge of the pond, squatting down to reach for a handful of clear water. She let it dribble slowly from between her fingers watching it splash back into the pond.

  "I love the water," she said. "That's what it means to be Lissen. The water is our home. It is everything to us. I never thought Narens could understand that. I've heard about your cities, your Black Palace and war labs. To me these things are abominations." Then she turned and looked at Kasrin. "But you're different, aren't you?"

  Kasrin didn't know what to say. He wanted to agree, to ingratiate himself with the queen, but all he could do was shrug. "Maybe. It depends on what you mean. I am Naren, Queen Jelena."

  "I know, but you're also not like the others. You refused to join the war against Liss. You're a man of conscience, Captain Kasrin. I'm wondering how that happened to you. What makes you different?"

  More impossible questions. Kasrin puzzled over a response. "I don't know. I am different from Nicabar, that I admit happily. But not every Naren is evil, Lady Jelena."

  Jelena smiled sadly. "Oh, I know that, Captain. Someone already proved that to me."

  The odd response made Kasrin
frown. Jelena seemed to be in her own little world. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him.

  "Let me show you something," he said, going down to the bank to stand beside her. He began rolling up his sleeve.

  Jelena reared back. "What?" she asked nervously.

  Kasrin laughed. "This," he declared, tracing the faded scar that ran along the bottom of his arm from the elbow to the shoulder. "You know what that is?"

  "A scar," replied Jelena dryly. "A very ugly one."

  "That's from a moray eel," declared Kasrin. "I got that when I was eighteen years old. About your age, I'd bet."

  Cautiously, Jelena reached out a finger and ran it along the scar. "That must have been a big eel. I've seen them around Liss."

  "They've got teeth like needles," said Kasrin. "Damn thing almost took my arm off."

  "What happened?" asked Jelena. She was engaged, just as Kasrin had hoped. Finally he was making a connection with her.

  "I lived in a fishing village when I was a boy," he began. "I always loved the sea, and I've been on ships since I can remember. When I was a teenager I had my own boat. It was just a rowboat, really, but I loved it. I took care of it like it was a child."

  Jelena nodded.

  "One day," Kasrin continued, "I was scraping barnacles off the bottom of my boat. It was moored, still in the water, so I jumped in and got to work. I had a knife with a shiny silver blade, and the sun was bright that day. I remember because I could see it from under the water, shining on the surface." The captain paused, considering his scar, and the memory of the awful pain bloomed fresh in his mind. "I guess that eel thought the knife was a fish or something. It came shooting out, took hold of my arm, and did this to me."

 

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