Love's Odyssey

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by Toombs, Jane


  "I see you will make an interesting adversary in bed."

  Chapter 27

  Adrien ran his fingers through the short beard he still wasn't accustomed to, then fingered the hilt of his sword. God's good fortune had favored him so far, but it was best not to count on its continuing. He listened to the creak of the rigging as the junk plowed stolidly through the green water and thought what a sturdy and seaworthy little craft she was.

  Chi, the villainous-looking Chinese captain, came around the side of the bamboo cabin and spoke a few words in broken Portuguese, grinning at Adrien. "You lose sword soon, Drin. Maybe head, too."

  Adrien shrugged. Chi had been anticipating what would happen when they got to Amoy ever since they'd left Manila, and enjoyed taunting Adrien. He didn't think the crew hated him—he knew Chi did not—it was just that they relished the notion of a fan-qui's defeat.

  If he pirated with them until he was a hundred, he'd still be the foreign devil Drin. I hope to God there's not another sea battle before we reach Amoy, he thought.

  Killing that poor bastard of a Portuguese sailor will give me nightmares for years to come. He'd have done for me if I hadn't, so there really wasn't much choice. Still, I've no liking for such killing.

  The fight with the Portuguese caravel had strengthened his position with the pirates, there was no doubt of that, but the bloody battle and subsequent murder of the surviving crewmen had sickened Adrien even after he'd discovered that the Portuguese had been rival pirates.

  How could Raleigh have stomached such a career? It sounded noble and fine when told at court, but the reality was outright theft and brutal murder.

  But it was the only way to find Romell and find her he would, if he had to search for the rest of his life. The Javanese guide, Sito, had got wind of a nonee with fire hair at a prince's palace, but by the time Adrien managed to locate the kraton, the pirates had been there before him and Romell had gone.

  "Taken to Amoy, I suspect," the Raden had told Adrien, "as a prize for their leader Nicholas. You'll never be able to retrieve her from Nicholas. The pirates completely control Amoy, as well as the China Sea. You'll be killed on sight."

  "I'll find a way."

  "You are very foolish, but brave—as the nonee is brave. In the jungle, she survived the tiger who attacked the man she was with. Lord Tiger died, the man died, but she went on alone. Remarkable in a woman, especially a white woman. She also saved my wives from capture. Yes, a brave and unusual woman."

  The Raden stared at Adrien for some time, then seemed to reach a decision. "Come with me," he ordered.

  Adrien followed the Raden along a corridor where, behind a tapestry of Mohammedan gods, the prince unlocked a hidden door and led the way into a small room with no windows.

  Inside the room a candle flickered in a bronze lantern.

  "When I am in the kraton this light never dies," the prince said.

  On silk-lined shelves above the lantern, Adrien could see the hilts of at least ten sheathed swords and daggers.

  "The weapons of my ancestors," the Raden said. "Pusaka. Holy. When I spoke to you of the nonee, I felt one of these call to me. We shall see which one it was."

  The Raden picked up the first weapon and held it, still sheathed, pointed toward Adrien. After a moment he replaced it, picked up the next, and repeated the performance. When he came to the seventh, he paused, the sheathed weapon still pointed at Adrien.

  "Ah," he said. "I believe this is the voice I heard." Slowly he pulled the serpentine blade from its gold-embossed sheath.

  As the wavy blade gleamed in the candlelight, a tingle ran along Adrien's back and his heart beat faster—not from fear but from eagerness to hold the kris in his hand.

  "I see you hear the spirit of the kris call to you," the Raden said. "This pusaka kris is yours." He resheathed the dagger and handed it to Adrien.

  The hilt was decorated with gold, diamonds, and sapphires which glittered in the light, but Adrien had no thought for the value of the gold and jewels. The hilt fit into his palm like the hand of a friend.

  "The kris wants to come with you," the Raden said. "It will help you."

  Adrien tore his eyes away from the dagger and looked at the prince. "Thank you," he said simply. "I believe you're right."

  The Raden shrugged. "I do what the spirits tell me."

  He also helped Adrien get aboard a native trading boat heading for Manila in the Philippine Islands. "The Chinese pirates spend much time around Manila," he said.

  Adrien, set ashore in Manila early one evening, came upon three men attacking a fourth with fists and clubs. Since the odds seemed so unequal, he went to the lone man's aid and was forced to use the pusaka kris to save his life. When the attackers saw their leader mortally wounded, they fled, abandoning their dying leader and their now unconscious intended victim.

  Adrien dragged the man he'd rescued into an area between two warehouses and brought water to wash his bleeding wounds, then crouched beside the man all night. In the early dawn, when the badly beaten man came to, Adrien discovered he had saved the life of a Chinese pirate, the captain of a junk, one Chi Lung. Adrien rowed Chi out to his junk, and the grateful Chi took him aboard.

  Not that Chi completely trusted Adrien—Chi wouldn't trust his own grandfather. But he pretended to believe Adrien's story, about fleeing the wrath of the English king and wanting to amass a fortune, no matter how. When Adrien won the mock sword fight between them by disarming Chi, that decided the matter.

  "Nicholas likes good fighters. I take you with me," Chi had told him.

  Now Chi taunted him daily with tales of great swordsmen among the pirate company, swordsmen that Nicholas would have Adrien face sooner or later.

  Besides his sword, Adrien wore the pusaka kris strapped inside his shirt, for he trusted no one. But Chi’s crewmen didn’t try to surprise him, and his killing of the Portuguese sailor gave him status among them.

  Adrian stared at the green China Sea and wondered how Romell fared. She had every reason to despair, surviving the terrors of the jungle only to face the most deadly beast of all: man. Nicholas.

  Every new story Chi told about the pirate leader made Adrien more apprehensive.

  "So Nicholas find his concubine with lover and what you think?" Chi laughed. "He bring them into throne room and take Great Sword from wall and— " Chi made the universally understood gesture of fingers across his throat. "Both at one swing." Chi grinned in admiring recollection.

  "Nicholas put heads in vinegar and hang in women's quarters so everyone take heed." Chi spat over the rail. "Women. Good but for two things—to lie with and to make boy babies."

  "Does Nicholas have a wife?" Adrien asked. "Children?"

  "No wife at Anhai palace. Nicholas have number one son with him, but wife in Japan."

  "But Nicholas does have concubines at the palace?"

  "Always they change. He get tired. You good with sword he maybe give you one he don't want."

  If Romell was alive, had Nicholas forced her to be his concubine? Or worse, was she being passed from man to man? Adrien kicked viciously at a stanchion.

  Under different circumstances he might have enjoyed the voyage. The junk with its high stern, tilting masts, and ragtag sails was a surprisingly seaworthy vessel for all its clumsy appearance. He commented on the efficiency of the bamboo-battened triangular sails to Chi.

  "My sails are like ears," Chi said. "Always listening for the wind."

  That afternoon they sighted a sail, and Adrien breathed a sigh of relief when it proved to be a fellow pirate and not a prize to be attacked. The other junk was also headed for Amoy.

  "Soon there," Chi said. "Good trip, no storm, none dead. Come back with fan-qui swordsman."

  "What is the season for typhoons?" Adrien asked.

  "Summer and fall. Almost over now. Maybe no more this year."

  Before dusk, the lookout spotted land. Adrien watched as the green tinge on the horizon spread and became hills. "Amoy?" he aske
d.

  "No, Formosa. Big island across strait from Amoy. You see."

  As the ship tacked into the harbor, Adrien felt himself tense. It was not hard to fool Chi, who was obligated to him, but what would Nicholas think of an Englishman in his pirate crew?

  By the time they lowered the small boat to row to shore, Adrien's thoughts were as gloomy as the night closing in around them.

  "Tonight we drink, find women," Chi told him. "Tomorrow go to Anhai—to palace."

  The next morning, Adrien woke with a vicious headache and only a blurred recollection of the night before. There'd been no way to avoid carousing with the pirates, and though he'd tried to stay alert, the mixture of rice wine and Portuguese brandy had been too much for him. He didn't remember a woman and he doubted there'd been one. Surely he'd recall that. He shook his head, then winced at the motion. His stomach lurched. He was in one hell of a condition to face Nicholas.

  By noon, Chi had found horses and insisted on setting out immediately for Anhai. Although Adrien felt somewhat better, he viewed the prospect of riding to the palace with misgiving. If he should have to prove his swordsmanship today, he'd probably wind up dead, fulfilling Chi's prophecy.

  The horses were small but sturdy and trotted stolidly, raising dust on the road as they passed rice paddies, then orange groves. Adrien saw the crests of mountains in the distance. The road followed a good-sized river winding through what was obviously a fertile valley. As they topped a rise, he saw the walls of a large compound. At this distance he could make out only a tile-roof tower rising above the white walls. He looked questioningly at Chi.

  "The palace of Nicholas," Chi confirmed.

  "Does he have a title?" Adrien asked.

  "Some say the Ming Emperor will name him Count. He is already Commander of the Imperial Fleet—and a Mandarin."

  The Ming Emperor knows what he's doing, Adrien thought cynically. Make a pirate head of the fleet and he can't very well pirate the ships he commands.

  "So I must call Nicholas 'Your Excellency/ " Adrien said.

  "As you wish. I think of him as when we met, Nicholas Iquan. Means eldest son." Chi grinned at Adrien. "But I bow and say, 'Lord,' for I am no fool. Nicholas has three hundred black men to punish those who presume."

  "Black slaves?"

  "No. These black men fled Portuguese slavery in Macao. Nicholas keeps them for bodyguards, not slaves. They fight to the death for Nicholas."

  Adrien rode in brooding silence as they approached the palace walls. Three hundred loyal bodyguards and a fleet of a thousand junks, if Chi could be believed. Formidable! How could he possibly manage to escape with Romell?

  One thing at a time, Montgomery, he admonished himself. First you have to survive the meeting with Nicholas. If your head remains on your shoulders after that, you still have to find Romell. You can make no plans until then.

  Adrien took a deep breath and wished his head didn't ache so abominably. The air, though warm, wasn't heavy and hot like the Java coast and the countryside appealed to him: green hills backed by the dark peaks of the mountain range, the river rushing past the tilled ground, the fruit orchards. Nicholas had chosen well when he picked such a site for his palace, but perhaps his choice had been influenced by the fact that he'd been born poor in the village of Anhai.

  Adrien half smiled. Had Commander Nicholas, the Mandarin, returned to show his fellow villagers how great he had become? With that thought, Adrien relaxed a trifle, realizing Nicholas was only human after all. And, if you were lucky and bided your time, any human could be thwarted.

  Chi called in Portuguese to the giant black at the bronze gates. "Ho, Abba, how fare you?"

  "We are happy you return safe, Captain Chi," the black, dressed in vermilion silk, replied in the same language. He stared curiously at Adrien.

  "This fan-qui is for Lord Nicholas," Chi said, waving a hand toward Adrien.

  The gates were opened and the two men rode through, pulling up inside to dismount and allow servants to lead away the horses. Adrien looked about and noted that the palace was a compound of buildings connected by covered passageways.

  More brightly dressed black men led them inside. Adrien saw at once that Nicholas's wealth surpassed anything Adrien had imagined. Gold and precious stones were everywhere—garnishing ornaments, circling the necks of the black bodyguards, even decorating ceilings.

  Intricately designed rugs, glowing colors set into a wine-rich background, partially covered the floors of white marble. In many of the rooms outer walls folded open to reveal courtyards, the lush greenery appearing to be part of the room. Spicy perfumes trailed them as they followed the guards.

  When they reached the throne room, Adrien had been so numbed by the surfeit of splendor he could scarcely appreciate the gem-encrusted golden throne. He retained enough presence of mind to follow Chi's lead, and when the captain knelt and bowed his head, Adrien did the same.

  Never mind that he was an Englishman--it wouldn't do for a pirate not to bow to his lord.

  Nicholas spoke in Chinese, and Chi raised his head and answered. Earlier, Chi had informed Adrien of what he planned to tell the pirate chief.

  "I say to Nicholas this fan-qui, Drin, damn bad sailor, but can fight like tiger crossed with dragon."

  After listening for some minutes to the singsong exchange between Chi and the pirate leader, Adrien heard his name spoken. Words in Portuguese followed.

  "Drin, You may raise your head to address me," Nicholas said.

  Adrien looked up at a man he judged to be near forty, a man with shrewd dark eyes and the longest moustache he'd ever seen.

  "Your Excellency," Adrien said.

  "You are English?"

  "I am, Your Excellency."

  "Interesting." He continued to regard Adrien intently. "I do not trust foreign devils," he said finally.

  Adrien said nothing. The kris was still strapped under his shirt, and he could feel the pressure of the dagger above his heart.

  "But I do enjoy watching an able swordsman. Chi insists you are a champion."

  "I wield my sword as best I can," Adrien said, hastening to add: "Your Excellency."

  "We shall see. We shall see. Unfortunately, Ying is at sea, but we will make do with what is on hand." Nicholas clapped his hands twice. Two servants advanced, heads bowed.

  "This man, Drin, will occupy a guest room. Show him there."

  As Adrien rose to follow the servants, Chi managed to whisper, "He honors you."

  Later, in the room he'd been taken to, Adrien wondered if honor was the right word. Nicholas hadn't become what he was by stupidity. Keeping Adrien apart from Chi was designed to keep Adrien off balance. Who else but Chi would keep him aware of what was going on? No one, especially after Nicholas had publically proclaimed his mistrust of foreign devils.

  When would Nicholas have him fight? If it was to be tonight, he was in trouble. His head still throbbed and he feared his coordination was off. . . badly off. There was no use trying to rest, he was too keyed up. Were there any rules for these fights? Chi had mentioned that the winner fought until there were no more challengers. If he should manage to take the first opponent, how many more would he have to face?

  Ah, well, at least I shall worry in style, Adrien thought, looking about at the silk covers on his bed, at the lacquer and gilt table piled with food, and at the gold cup ringed with rubies set beside the wine decanter. From a niche by the door, a three-foot-tall jade statue of a Chinese god gazed benignly at him. The pale green translucent stone was exquisitely carved in such lifelike detail that Adrien could almost feel the old man was blessing him—supposing Chinese gods ever did bless the fan-qui.

  I'll take a chance, Adrien said to himself, and trust this jade god with keeping my pusaka kris a secret. Detaching the sheathed dagger from the belt he wore under his shirt, he hid the kris behind the statue.

  If William could only see me now, Adrien thought. He always warned me I would come to no good.

  Adrien pou
red pale yellow wine into the gold and ruby cup and raised it. "Here's to you, dear brother," he said aloud. "May you, against all odds, be proven wrong."

  Chapter 28

  Romell sat naked amidst the silk covers of the circular bed. Nicholas lay beside her, idly stroking her thigh. She quelled an urge to pull the sheet up to cover her, for she'd learned in these past few weeks that it was wise to bend to Nicholas's whims, and he liked to see her naked.

  Bend to his whims, yes, but not submit entirely.

  From outside came the sound of splashing water and, from farther off, the raucous call of a disturbed peacock. Someone in the palace played a bamboo panpipe, the frail notes wavering in the late afternoon air, sad, thin notes.

  How long had she been in the palace. Over a month, she knew. Romell stifled a sigh.

  "You long for Batavia, perhaps?" Nicholas said.

  She glanced at him. He missed very little. "Not Batavia. I've told you that wasn't my home."

  "The strange land, far away, that you will never see again?"

  Strange land? Virginia? China was the strange land! Romell spoke past the lump in her throat. "My home is with Lord Nicholas, as you well know."

  "Yin is darkness," he said; "it is moon, winter. Yin is woman. Yang is light—the sun, summer, and man. Can Yang ever know Yin? I know what you say to me and what you tell me with your body, but how do I know your feelings?"

  He reached up to caress her nipple, and she did her best not to stiffen. Nicholas had taken her once this afternoon, satisfying himself without regard to her. That she could cope with. But now he had started the teasing. To match wits with her, Nicholas had become inventive in his love-making. Style, not force, was his new strategy. He enjoyed using subtlety as an exquisite variation of power.

  "I thought of you this day, before you came to me," Nicholas said. "Early this afternoon. I do not like coincidence."

  "I don't understand," she said, moving slightly to try to avoid his hand.

  He pulled her down beside him and ran his fingers along the bare flesh of her stomach, down, down, pulling her thighs apart.

 

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