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She felt sorry for Gantry. He was a good mate, and a very able seaman. None of this was his fault. He shouldn’t have to suffer for it.

But then, neither should she.

She made an effort to find her strength.

He was a good sailor; she owed him some small explanation.

‘I’m losing myself,’ she began, and then heard how peculiar that sounded.

She tried again. ‘It’s not so hard, when I know someone is coming back.

But when I don’t, it suddenly gets harder to hold on to who I am.

I start thinking… no. Not thinking. Almost like a dream, but we liveships cannot sleep.

But it’s like a dream, and in the dream I’m someone else.

Something else. And the serpents touch me and that makes it worse. ’

The man only looked more worried now. ‘Serpents,’ he repeated doubtfully.

‘Gantry,’ she said in a very faint voice. ‘Gantry, there are serpents here in the harbour. Hiding down at the bottom in the mud.’

He took a deep breath and sighed it out. ‘So you told me before. But, Vivacia, no one else has seen any sign of them. So, I think you might be mistaken.’ He paused, hoping for a response.

She looked away from him. ‘If Wintrow were here, he would feel them. He’d know I wasn’t being foolish.’

‘Well,’ Gantry said reluctantly. ‘I’m afraid he’s not here.

And I know that makes you unhappy. And maybe it makes you fearful, just a bit.

’ He paused. His voice took on a cajoling tone, as if she were a nervous child.

‘Maybe there are serpents down there. But if there are, what can we do about them? They’re not hurting us.

I think we should both just ignore them, don’t you? ’

She turned her head to stare at him, but he would not meet her gaze.

What did he think of her? That she was imagining serpents?

That her grief at Wintrow abandoning her was making her mad?

She spoke quietly. ‘I’m not mad, Gantry.

It is… hard… for me to be alone like this.

But I’m not going insane. Maybe I’m even seeing things more clearly than I used to.

Seeing things my own way, not a… Vestrit way. ’

Her efforts to explain only confused him. ‘Well. Of course. Uh.’ He looked away from her.

‘Gantry, you’re a good man. I like you.’ She almost didn’t say the words. But then she did. ‘You should get onto a different ship.’

She could smell the sudden fear in his sweat when he spoke to her. ‘Now, what other ship could compare to you?’ he asked her hastily. ‘After sailing aboard you, why would I want to take ship on another?’ False heartiness in his voice.

‘Maybe because you want to live,’ she said in a very low voice. ‘I’ve a very bad feeling about this voyage. A very bad feeling. Especially if I must make it alone.’

‘Don’t talk like that!’ he said roughly, as if she were an unruly hand. Then, in a calmer voice, he offered, ‘You won’t be alone. I’ll be here with you. I’ll go and tell Findow to come fiddle for you, shall I?’

She shrugged. She had tried. She fixed her eyes on the distant spire of the Satrap’s palace.

After a while, he went away.

She had been afraid Captain Tenira would recognize her.

She had danced with his son at the Winter Gathering, three years ago.

But if the Bingtown Trader saw any resemblance between Athel the sailor and Althea the daughter of Ephron Vestrit, he gave no sign of it.

He looked her up and down critically, then shook his head.

‘You’ve the look of a good sailor to you, boy.

But I’ve told you. I don’t need another hand.

My crew is full.’ He spoke as if that settled the matter.

Althea kept her eyes down. Two days ago she had spotted the Ophelia in the harbour.

The sight of the old liveship’s silvery hull and smiling figurehead had moved her with a depth that shocked her.

A question or two in the waterfront taverns had given her all the information she needed.

The liveship was homeward bound, heading back for Bingtown in a matter of days.

In the instant of hearing that, Althea had resolved that one way or another, she would be on board her.

She had hung about the docks, watching and waiting for her chance to catch the captain alone.

Her plan was simple. She’d first try to hire aboard as a ship’s boy.

If that didn’t work, she’d reveal to him who she was and beg for passage home.

She didn’t think he’d turn her down. Still, it had taken all her courage to follow Tenira to this waterfront tavern and wait while he dined.

She had stood in a corner, waiting until he had finished eating before she approached him.

When he set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, she’d placed herself before him.

Now she summoned all her courage. ‘Sir, begging your pardon, sir. I’d work for nothing, just for my passage back to Bingtown. ’

The captain turned in his chair to face her and crossed his arms on his chest. ‘Why?’ he asked suspiciously.

Althea looked at the tavern floor between her bare feet and bit her lip.

Then she looked up at the captain of the liveship Ophelia.

‘Got my wages from the Reaper … at least, I still got part of them. I’d like to get home, sir and give them to my mother.

’ Althea swallowed awkwardly. ‘Before they’re all gone.

I promised her I’d come home with money, sir, Da being in a bad way.

And I been trying to, but the longer I look for a ship back to Bingtown, the more I spend each day.

’ She looked back at the floor. ‘Even if you don’t pay me anything, I’d probably get home with more money if I ship now than if I wait around and try for a paying berth. ’

‘I see.’ Captain Tenira looked at the plate on the table before him and pushed it casually away.

His tongue plucked at something in his back teeth for a moment.

‘Well. That’s admirable. But I’d still be feeding you, I think.

And working aboard a liveship isn’t quite the same as any other kind of a vessel.

They’re lively in a way that has nothing to do with wind or weather. And Ophelia can be a wilful lady.’

Althea bit her lips to suppress a smile.

The Ophelia was one of the oldest liveships, the first generation as it were.

She was a blowsy old cog, bawdy and lewd when the mood took her, and patrician and commanding at other times.

A wilful lady was the kindest way she had ever heard Ophelia described.

‘Her hands have got to be more than quick and smart,’ Captain Tenira was lecturing. ‘They’ve got to be steady. You can’t be afraid of her or superstitious about her. And you can’t let her bully you either. Ever been aboard a liveship, boy?’

‘A bit,’ Althea admitted. ‘Before I started sailing, I’d go down to the North wall in Bingtown and talk to them sometimes. I like ’em, sir. I’m not afraid of them.’

The captain cleared his throat. In a different voice, he pointed out, ‘And a merchant-vessel is a lot different from a slaughter-ship. We move a lot faster, and we keep a lot cleaner. When the mate tells you to jump, you jump right away. Think you can do that?’

‘Yes sir, I can do that. And I’m clean, and I keep my area clean.’ Althea was nodding like a puppet.

‘Well.’ The captain considered. ‘I still don’t need you, you know. Serving on a liveship is something a lot of men would jump through any hoop to do. You’re stepping into a position I’d have no trouble filling with an older, experienced man.’

‘I know, sir. I appreciate that, sir.’

‘See that you do. I’m a hard master, Athel. You may regret this before we reach Bingtown.’

‘Begging your pardon, sir, but I’d heard that about you. That you was hard, but fair.’ She let her eyes meet his again. ‘I don’t fear to work for a fair man.’

It was just enough honey. The captain almost smiled. ‘Go and report to the mate, then. His name’s Grag Tenira. Tell him I’ve hired you on, and that you want to chip rust on the anchor chain.’

‘Yes sir,’ Althea replied with just enough of a grimace. Chipping rust off the anchor chain was an endless task. Then she reminded herself that even chipping rust off an anchor chain on a liveship was better than any other task she’d ever done aboard the Reaper. ‘Thankee, sir.’

‘Go along then,’ Captain Tenira told her genially. He sat forward in his chair to take up his ale mug and wave it at a passing tavern-boy.

Althea let out a huge sigh of relief as soon as she was on the boardwalk outside.

She scarcely felt the chill wind that flowed past her.

Tenira hadn’t recognized her, and she now decided it was unlikely he ever would.

As lowly ship’s boy, it was unlikely she would be face to face with the captain much.

Now that he’d seen her as Athel, he’d probably continue to see her as Athel.

She was confident she could get past Grag Tenira as well.

Athel the ship’s boy looked nothing like Althea the dance partner.

Her heart soared suddenly as she realized she’d done it.

She had passage back to Bingtown. And if all she had heard of Captain Tenira was true, she’d gain a few coins on the trip.

The man was fair. If he saw her working hard, he’d reward her.

She found a smile on her face. Ophelia would be leaving tomorrow.

All she had to do was go and get her sea-bag and head down to the ship and find a place to hang a hammock. Tomorrow she’d be on her way home.

And aboard a liveship again. Her heart approached that with mixed feelings.

The Ophelia was not the Vivacia. There would be no bond there.

On the other hand, Ophelia would not be some dead piece of wood pushed around only by wind and waves.

It would be good to be back on board a responsive vessel again.

And she’d be glad to see the last of this greasy little town.