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Story: The Liveship Traders Trilogy
T HE FLEET THAT accompanied them had grown.
Serilla thought it would be very interesting to discover how it had been arranged for the other ships to join them en route.
How long had all this been in the planning?
Did anyone in Jamaillia know this show of force accompanied the Satrap as he descended upon Bingtown?
She was now almost sure that the Satrap would be sacrificed to justify a Chalcedean attack on Bingtown.
She clutched that morsel of knowledge to herself as if it were a gold nugget.
To warn the Old Traders might be her surest way of buying their trust of her.
If she had any loyalties left, they now belonged to the wondrous place she had studied for years.
She lifted her eyes and stared through the night.
On the horizon was a very faint glow: the lights of the Night Market rose into the starlit sky.
By morning, they would arrive in Bingtown.
A sailor came to stand at her shoulder. ‘Satrap call for you. Want to come out, too.’ He clipped the words curiously with his foreign tongue.
‘He can’t. His health is much too delicate. But I shall go to him now.’
She would have ignored his summons, except that the Chalcedean captain might hear of it.
Despite her newfound strength, she still did not dare to cross him.
She had encountered him twice since he had returned her to the Satrap.
It shamed her that she had been unable to look at him.
The first time she had turned a corner in the corridor and run into him, she had nearly wet herself with terror.
He had laughed aloud as she had scuttled away from him.
It was incomprehensible that she could so fear another human being.
Sometimes, when she was alone, she tried to work up a fury towards him or hatred.
It was useless. The captain had steeped her in terror.
She could feel nothing else about him. The thought of him hastened her footsteps as she returned to the Satrap’s chamber.
She ignored the Chalcedean on duty at the door.
She entered a chamber that was clean and uncluttered.
The fresh ocean air swept through the room from the open window.
She nodded to herself with satisfaction.
The servants had left her evening repast on the table, and lit the candelabra for her.
There was a platter of sliced meat, and a pudding of steamed fruit and several flats of unleavened bread to accompany it.
A bottle of red wine and a single goblet awaited her.
Simple foods, she thought with satisfaction, prepared to her command.
She was taking no chances with herself. Whatever had sickened the rest of the Satrap’s company had not touched the Chalcedean captain or crew.
She doubted poison, only because she could not see how anyone would profit from it.
She suspected one of the more elaborate delicacies the Satrap had brought with him.
Perhaps the pickled eggs and walnuts, or the fat pork pastries had gone bad.
On a smaller tray was the Satrap’s meal.
There was a bowl of bread soaked in hot water, and a smaller dish of steamed onions and turnips mashed together.
As a treat, she would allow him some watered wine.
Perhaps she would even shred some meat for him.
She had stopped seasoning his food with emetics two days ago.
It would not do to have him too weak when he arrived in Bingtown.
She smiled, pleased with herself, and sat down to her meal.
He should rally briefly before he died. As she transferred a slice of meat to her plate, she heard the Satrap stir in his bedding.
‘Serilla?’ he whispered. ‘Serilla, are you here?’
She had closed the drapes around his bed. She considered not answering him. He was so weak now that to sit up and part his own curtains would require a substantial effort. She decided to be kind.
‘I’m here, Magnadon. I’m preparing some food for you.’
‘Oh. That’s good.’ He fell silent.
She ate at her leisure. She had trained him to be patient.
The servants were barred from his chamber, save once a day when they came in to tidy under her particular supervision.
She allowed him no other visitors. His health was far too delicate, she told him.
It had not taken much effort to inflate his fears of death to a stultifying level.
A substantial number of his party had died from this illness.
Even Serilla had been appalled at the toll it had taken.
She believed she was quite safe from whatever it had been.
But she had filled the Satrap’s head with the idea that the disease still ran rampant on the ship.
It had not been hard. The more she restricted his food and dosed him with poppy syrup, the more tractable he became.
When his eyes were wide and wandering, whatever she told him became his truth.
When she had first taken over caring for him, the others had been too ill to visit him, let alone intervene.
Since they had recovered, she had successfully turned them back at the door.
It was the Satrap’s order that he not be disturbed.
Serilla had had the spacious chamber to herself, save for the bed the Satrap occupied. She had been quite comfortable.
When she had finished eating, and had enjoyed a glass of wine, she carried the Satrap’s tray to his bedside.
She swept back the bed curtains and regarded him critically.
Perhaps, she thought, she had gone too far.
His skin was pallid, his face almost skeletal from lack of flesh.
The bony hands that rested upon the coverlet twitched from time to time.
That was nothing new; his indulgence in pleasure drugs had done that to him years ago.
It was only their feebleness that made them look like dying spiders, she decided.
She sat down gently on the edge of the bed and set the tray on a low table. She smiled as she gently pushed back his hair. ‘You’re looking so much better,’ she told him. She patted his hand reassuringly. ‘Shall we get some food into you?’
‘Please,’ he said. He smiled up at her fondly.
He was convinced she was the only one who had stood by him, the only one he could rely on.
She winced from his foul breath when he opened his mouth for the spoon.
He had complained yesterday that some of his teeth felt loose.
Well, he would probably recover swiftly enough.
Or not. He just had to live long enough to get her ashore in Bingtown and ingratiated with the Traders.
She did not want him to be so strong that he could contradict her account.
Anything unfortunate that he said she intended to attribute to his wandering mind.
A bit of food dribbled from his mouth. She slipped an arm around his shoulders and helped him to sit up. ‘Isn’t that good?’ she cooed to him as she spooned up some of the soggy bread. ‘And tomorrow we’ll be in Bingtown. Won’t that be nice?’
Ronica Vestrit could not recall the last time the great bell had rung to summon an emergency gathering of the Traders.
Dawn was barely grey in the sky above the Traders’ Concourse.
Ronica and her family had hastened down the hill from their home on foot, only to be picked up by Trader Shuyev’s coach on its way to the meeting.
Folk milled about in front of the hall, calling to one another.
Who had rung the bell? Why were they summoned?
Some of the Traders who were arriving were in their morning robes, summer cloaks flung hastily about their shoulders.
Others were red-eyed from lack of sleep and still wearing evening dress.
All had come hastening as soon as the bell had clanged out its dire warning.
Many carried weapons or had swords strapped to their sides.
Children clung to their parents; young boys tried desperately to look brave, but many faces showed the tracks of panicky tears.
The diverse crowd of worried folk looked incongruous amongst the planters full of blooming flowers and the garlanded arches and beribboned stairs of the Concourse.
The festive decorations on the hall in preparation for the Summer Ball almost seemed mocking.
‘It’s the Blood Plague,’ someone declared on the edge of the crowd. ‘The Blood Plague has come to Bingtown again. That’s all it could be.’
Ronica heard the rumour picked up and boosted along through the gathering.
The muttering began to rise to a panicky roar.
Then from the steps, Trader Larfa bellowed for attention.
He was the owner of the liveship Winsome, a man usually steady to the point of dullness.
This morning his cheeks were glowing red with excitement.
His hair stood up in wild tufts on his head.
‘I rang the bell!’ he proclaimed. ‘Listen to me, all of you! There isn’t time to enter the hall and convene properly.
I’ve already passed the word to every liveship in the harbour, and they’ve gone out to face them.
Invaders! Chalcedean war galleys. My boy saw them at first light and came to wake me up.
I sent him to the North Wall to rouse the other liveships.
I don’t know how many galleys are out there, but it’s more than ten. They mean business.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘How many?’
‘How many liveships went out? Can they hold them back?’
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