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‘No.’ It was Kyle who spoke. ‘No. I’ve already given orders that you are not to be allowed on the ship, and I won’t change them.

You see how she is,’ he announced, turning to Ronica and Keffria.

‘She has not a practical notion in her head. All she wishes is to have her own way, to continue as she always has. She would remain her father’s wilful daughter, living aboard ship, taking no responsibility beyond playing sailor, and coming home to stroll through the shops, picking out whatever she fancies and have it set to her father’s account.

Only now it would be her sister’s and hence, mine.

No, Althea. Your childhood is over with your father’s death.

It is time you started behaving as befits a daughter of this family. ’

‘I am not talking to you!’ Althea flared.

‘You have no concept of what I am speaking of. To you Vivacia is no more than a ship, even if she speaks aloud to you. To me she is a member of my family, closer to me than a sister. She needs me to be aboard her, and I need to sail her. She would sail for me as she never will for you, with her own heart as the wind.’

‘Girlish fancies,’ Kyle scoffed. ‘Tripe. You walked away from her in anger on the day she was quickened, leaving Wintrow to spend the first night with her. If you’d had all these great feelings for her, you could not have done that.

She seems to like him well enough, and he’ll be aboard to keep her company or whatever it is.

And he’ll be learning to work as a true sailor, not mooning about the ship or getting drunk in foreign ports.

No, Althea. There’s no fitting place aboard the Vivacia for you, and I won’t have you sowing discord or setting up a rivalry with Wintrow for the ship’s favour. ’

‘Mother?’ Althea pleaded desperately.

Her mother looked grieved. ‘Had I not seen you last night, drunk and bedraggled, I would oppose Kyle in this. I would believe he was being far too harsh.’ She sighed heavily.

‘But I can’t deny what I’ve seen with my own eyes.

Althea, I know you love the Vivacia. If your father had lived…

there’s no use in wondering about that, I suppose.

Instead, it is time, perhaps, for you to let her go.

I have seen that Wintrow has the makings of a good man.

He will do well by the ship. Let him. It is time, and more than time that you stepped forward and took your proper place in Bingtown. ’

‘My place is aboard Vivacia,’ Althea said faintly.

‘No,’ Kyle said, and her mother echoed it with a shake of her head.

‘Then I have no place, in this family or in Bingtown.’ Althea heard herself speak the words in a sort of wonder.

She heard the ring of finality in them, and it shocked her.

Like a rock dropped into still water, she thought, for she suddenly had a dizzying sense of the words spreading out like a widening ripple, changing every relationship she had, forever altering her days to come.

For a moment, she could not take a breath.

‘Althea? Althea!’

Her mother’s voice rang loud behind her.

She was walking down the hallway, and her home was suddenly an unfamiliar place.

It had been years, she realized, since she had spent more than a month at one time here.

How long had that tapestry hung there, when had those tiles cracked?

She didn’t know, she hadn’t been here, no, she was not really changing anything, she hadn’t lived here for years.

This had not been her home for years. She was only recognizing the reality, not creating it.

With no more than the clothes on her back, she stepped out the front door and into the wider world.

‘If she comes home drunk again, I’m going to lock her in her room for a week. Make it plain to her that we won’t tolerate her blackening the family name and her reputation in Bingtown.’ Kyle was sitting next to Keffria on the bench now, his arm about her protectively.

‘Kyle. Shut up.’ Ronica Vestrit heard herself say the words crisply but quietly.

It was all falling apart, her family, her home, her dreams of the future.

Althea had meant what she had said; Ronica had heard her father’s voice in her words.

Her daughter was not going to turn up on the doorstep tonight, drunk or any other way.

She had left. And all that idiot boy Keffria had married could do was play King of the Hill and make up ways to try out his new authority.

She sighed heavily. Perhaps that was the only problem she could solve just now.

And perhaps solving that would put her on a path to solving the others.

‘Kyle. I avoided saying this in front of Althea, as she needs no encouragement toward rebelling, but you’ve been acting like an ass all morning.

As you have so tactfully pointed out, there is little I can do to intervene between you and your son.

My daughter Althea is another matter. She is not under your authority, and your efforts to correct her I have found extremely offensive. ’

She had expected him to look at least apologetic.

Instead, his face hardened into affront, and she wondered, not for the first time, if she had completely misjudged this man’s common sense when she put the family’s fortunes into her elder daughter’s hands.

His first statement confirmed her worst fears.

‘I am the man of this family now. How can you say she is not under my authority?’

‘She is my daughter, not yours. She is your wife’s sister, not yours.’

‘And she shares a name with you both, and her actions affect that name. If you and Keffria cannot reach her with reasoning, then I will have to restrain her with something stronger. We have no time to coax and cosy them along; Wintrow and Althea both must be made to accept their duties and perform them well.’

‘When it comes to Althea, you are not the one to decide what her duties are. I am.’ The iron resolve that had so often served her well at a bargaining table came to Ronica Vestrit’s aid now.

‘Perhaps you see it so. I do not. You have given control of her maintenance to me. In judging what maintenance she actually needs, I may be able to persuade her to curb her behaviour to decent standards.’

His voice was so calm and rational, but the sense of his words still stung Ronica.

‘When you criticize my daughter’s behaviour, you criticize the training she received from her parents.

While you may not agree with how Ephron and I raised Althea, it is not your place to voice it.

Nor did I give Keffria management over Althea’s finances as a method to govern her, but solely as a way to determine what the budget could afford to allow her.

It is not fitting that sister should govern sister.

It is even less fitting that her sister’s husband do so.

And it was never my intent to force Althea from the Vivacia, but only to encourage her to discover another life for herself, after she had seen the ship was in good hands.

’ Ronica sank down on a bench beside the table, shaking her head at how her plans had been twisted awry.

‘Ephron was right about her. She needs a light hand. She will not be dragged or driven to do what is best for her. Last night, well, she was grieving. And whatever you may think of Brashen, I know Ephron thought highly of him. Perhaps he did no more than see her safely home, a fitting thing for a gentleman to do when confronted with a distressed lady.’

‘And perhaps they had been drinking tea together all day as well,’ Kyle noted with heavy sarcasm.

A mistake. A grievous mistake. Ronica looked past Kyle, stared at Keffria until her daughter became aware of her gaze and briefly met it.

‘Keffria,’ her mother said quietly. ‘You knew my intent with those documents. It would be dishonest of you to take advantage of your sister, to use your inheritance to coerce her to your will. Tell me you will not allow that to happen.’

‘She has children to think of,’ Kyle interjected.

‘Keffria,’ her mother repeated, and she could not quite keep a plea out of her voice.

‘I —’ Keffria’s eyes darted from her mother’s face to her husband’s granite stare. Her breath came fast as a cornered mouse’s. ‘I can’t be in the middle like this. I can’t!’ she cried out in dismay. Her hands rose to tangle desperately over her breast.

‘You needn’t be,’ Kyle assured her. ‘The papers are signed and witnessed. You know what is right is what is best for Althea. You know that neither of us have anything but her own good at heart. Believe in yourself, Keffria. Believe in me, your husband.’

Keffria met her mother’s disbelieving stare one last time before she looked down at the table’s polished surface. Her hands edged along it, smoothed the wood nervously. ‘I believe in you, Kyle,’ she whispered. ‘I do. But I don’t want to hurt Althea. I don’t want to be cruel to her.’

‘We won’t be,’ he assured her promptly. ‘As long as she is not cruel to us. That is fair.’