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Genre: Fantasy
Author: L.E. Modesitt
Name: Wellspring of Chaos
Series: Saga of Recluse, Book 12
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Wellspring of Chaos
Book 12 of the Saga of Recluse
by L.E. Modesitt
I
Jvharl stood at the front window of his shop, looking westward for a
moment at the wedge of twilight sky visible between the slate roofs of
the buildings on the far side of the narrow Crafters Lane. A single lamp
was visible through the middle window of Gharans quarters, above the
weavers shop. Next door, at Hamyls, both the lower floor and the rooms
above were dark. That wasnt surprising, Kharl told himself, since
Hamyls consort had taken the children to her parents holding to help
with the early-midsummer gathering. That had left the potter free to
indulge himself at the Tankard, and the lane peaceful, since Kharls
neighbor, the scrivener Tyrbel, was a widower and kept a quiet
establishment.
Lowering his eyes, the cooper glanced at the five barrels in his display,
all tight cooperage from the best white oak, ranging from the hogshead to
the standard barrel and down to the quarter barrel and the fine-finished
fifth barrel with the brass spigot, used by anyone who wanted to store
and dispense expensive liquids, mostly spirits. Then he barred the front
door and closed the shutters behind the lead-glassed panes that his
grandsire had installed before Kharl had been born. At that time, glass
windows had been considered particularly foolish for a cooper, unlike a
goldsmith or an artisanor even a weaver or a potter who had to display
work to attract buyers. Times had changed, and most shops along the lane
had come to display their wares behind windows.
A barrels a barrel. Sos a hogshead. People buy barrels because they
need barrels. Kharl smiled as he recalled the acerbic words of his
grandmother, who had never let his grandsire forget what she regarded as
the foolishness of the glass.
Foolishness? Kharl didnt think so. He still got orders from passersby
who otherwise hadnt thought about barrels. Not many, never more than one
an eightday, and sometimes only a few a season. Over time, though, the
windows had paid for themselves.
He picked up the lamp and walked toward the rear of the shop, past the
high racks that held the billets he would form into staves. Most of the
billets were oak, white for the tight cooperage and red for slack. There
were also some billets of tight-grained black oak, and a few of chestnut.
He passed the workbench and the tool rack, with every tool in place. On
the left side of the rear wall was the small forge where he sized and
shaped the hoops for tight cooperage. Beside the forge on the brick
flooring was the fire pot and, beside it, the steaming ring. The faintest
smell of ashes and charcoal drifted toward Kharl from the banked coals of
the forge.
Just short of the rear wall, and the door to the loading dock, the cooper
stopped and looked at the fifteen white oak barrels waiting there. Each
was identical to the next, with the iron bands, set just so, and the
smooth finish, with a medium toasting on the inside. Korlan was supposed
to pick them up in the morningpick them up and pay the balance due. The
vintner had taken the first fifteen barrels an eightday earlier. Kharl
only hoped that the vintner did not come up with some excuse, as he had
the summer before, waiting almost two eightdays before showing up, but,
then, that was the problem in dealing with someone who lived more than
ten kays to the south of Brysta.
Kharl half smiled, then nodded, and turned, the carry-lamp in hand, to
head up the stairs.
 silvers and coppers are not for me, but a pretty girl whose charms are
free
He frowned. Had he heard singing in the alley? The Tankard was four doors
toward the harbor, but seldom did roisterers come wandering down the
alley, even early in the evening. Kharl cocked his head.
 for when theres no lamps to see, any womans as fair as fair can be
No let go of me!
The womans voiceno, it was a girls voicewas familiar, but Kharl could
not place it. He moved to the far side of the loading dock and swept up
the cudgel in his left hand, then, leaving the lamp behind, eased the
door open.
Let me go!
 mean you no harm, little woman. A raucous laugh followed. Well even
pay you for what you give others for free
Let go! Let mmmpphhh The girls words were choked off.
Kharl closed the door behind him so that he would not be silhouetted by
the light from the lamp. He glanced toward the Tankard, but saw no
one. He looked back to the north. There, less than a rod away, perhaps
less than ten cubits, in the fading light and the dimness of the alley,
were three figures that Kharl could barely make out. Two men held the
girl, a thin figure with dark ringlets over a green summer blouse. The
hair and the blouse belonged to Sanyle, the youngest of Tyrbels
daughters.
One of the men had Sanyles arms cruelly twisted behind her, and the
other had his hand on her shoulder, pulling the summer blouse down. Both
men were laughing.
Kharl took three quick steps, then two more, bringing the cudgel up.
The nearer man, the one who had started to rip away Sanyles blouse,
turned. A blade hissed from the scabbard at his belt.
Kharl took another step and struck the blade and the mans hand with the
cudgel before the man had finished turning toward the cooper. The
shortsword dropped on the cobblestones of the alley with a muffled clank.
Ah swine-slime misbegotten The youth jumped back, cradling his hand.
The dark blue velvet of his tunic was almost lost in the dimness.
The second man let go of Sanyle, and his right hand darted toward
the hilt of his blade.
Dont growled the cooper.  Less you want a broken arm. Just let her
go, and back away and head back where you came from. Have fun with your
own or those you pay.
As soon as the man had released her, Sanyle slipped away into the
shadows. There was a glint on the heavy brass key she held, and then the
rear door of the structure beside the cooperage opened, and quickly shut.
You cant do this. The taller young man, who was still half a head
shorter than the cooper, kept his hand on the hilt of his blade, but did
not draw it. You dont know who youre talking to
Doesnt matter, growled the cooper. Dont force girls barely old
enough to know the difference tween boys and men.
Theyre all the same.
Kharl raised the cudgel slightly. Back off, little man, less you never
want to use that arm again.
The shorter youth scooped up the fallen blade with his left hand and
backed away. After a moment, the taller one followed.
Kharl stood watching until the two were out of sight, and until the alley
was quiet once more. Then he turned and reentered the cooperage,
wondering from what merchants houses had come the overdressed and
spoiled youths. With a snort, he set down the heavy cudgel and barred the
door.
After reclaiming the lamp, he started up the steps to the quarters above
the cooperage. His boots thumped heavily on the wood, and the fourth step
creaked, as it had for years.
Charee stood just inside the door at the top of the stairs.
Shoulder-length black hair was bound back from her face, making it seem
even narrower than it was. Her green eyes were cool. Your suppers cold.
Thought you were coming up sooner.
I was. Heard something out back. Wanted to make sure that it wasnt
someone trying to break in. Just a pair of youngsters thought they were
men, drinking too much for ones so young. Kharl had no intention of
saying more about the would-be bravos. For all her virtues, Charee lacked
onethat of circumspection. The young men could scarcely have picked out
one crafter in gray from another, not unless Charee told the entire lane.
Because she well might have, while suggesting that Kharl was being
foolish, Kharl saw little point in calling attention to the incident.
Sanyle would doubtless tell her widower father, but the scrivener was
more than taciturn, as were his children.
Wont you ever leave well enough alone, Kharl? Leave the roisterers
alone. Or if you must, call them to the attention of Lord Wests Watch.
Thats what he draws his tariffs for. Youve got a consort and sons that
need you
. My hard-won coins, leastwise. Kharl shut the door to the stairs and
the shop below and walked toward the washroom on the right side of the
landing.
Lets not be starting that again.
Kharl forced a smile. I wont, dearest. I need to wash up. The pitcher
on the wash table was full, and the basin empty and clean, with a worn
but clean gray towel and a narrow bar of fat soap laid out on the left
side. He closed the washroom door and began to wash, enjoying the faint
rose scent that came from the petals in the soap. It took time to get the
sawdust off his face and hands and arms, and out of his dark beard,
short-cropped as it was.
When Kharl stepped into the main room, it was still warm from the day,
but the harbor breeze blowing through the open windows offered a
welcoming coolness, even if it did bear the scents of salt and fish and
caused the two wall lamps to flicker.
The cooper walked toward the round table where Arthal and Warrl waited,
their eyes following him, but not exactly looking at him.
Did you finish your lessons? Kharls eyes fixed on Warrl, his younger
son, by three years.
Yes, ser. I did. After a moment, the younger boy asked, How much
longer will I have to go to Master Fonwyl?
Until he says you can read and write well enough to pass the
craft-masters tests. Kharl seated himself.
I dont see why, interrupted Arthal. Its not as though well ever
have the golds to post the bond for mastercrafter.
Maybe so, and maybe not, replied Kharl. But if you get the chance, I
dont want you looking back and complaining that I didnt prepare you.
Reading and writing arent something you can pick up easy-like when
youre older.
But what use is it if youre not a mastercrafter or a merchant or a
lord? You scarce have a chance to read a broadsheet
But I can, and once or twice its saved me good coins. Enough. Kharl
managed not to snap. Lets enjoy supper.
As if she had been waiting for them to stop, Charee lifted the heavy
cast-iron stewpot off the stove and carried it to the table. There, she
set it on the well-browned trivet in the center of the oval oak table
that had been one of the first pieces of actual furniture that Kharl had
made after he had taken over the cooperage.
His consort set the large basket of afternoon-baked bread on the table
and seated herself at the opposite end of the oval table from Kharl.
Kharl began to ladle the stew into the chipped brown crockery bowls that
had come from Charees mother.
Smells good, offered Kharl.
It does, added Warrl.
More summer squash and potatoes than meat, murmured Arthal.
Its tasty, and its hot, and you didnt have to spend the day cooking
it, Kharl pointed out. If youd rather not eat, you can leave the table
right now.
No, Da Im sorry, Ma. Arthals voice was barely apologetic.
Kharl didnt feel like calling his older son on his borderline rudeness,
not after a long day finishing the last of the barrels for Korlan,
especially when he knew that Arthal would just make some other comment.
What was going on outside, Da? asked Warrl.
Tust some young fellows whod had too much at the Tankard. Had
^ ale than sense, and didnt know it.
Will the Watch catch them?
They settled down, Kharl said, after taking a mouthful of the stew,
still Warm and peppery, despite Charees comments about it getting cold.
Good stew. He broke oft a chunk of the crusty bread, then dipped it
into the stew before chewing off the dipped end. Good bread.
Theyd better settle down, offered Arthal. Lord West likes Brysta
peaceful.
The justicers worry inore about thieves and killers, Kharl said, taking
a swallow of the warm ale, really only about half a mug for each of them,
but that had been #H that was left in the quarter barrel in the cellar,
and he couldnt afford any morenot until Korlan paid him for the wine
barrels.
Cossal said they hung three brigands in the Justicers Hall on two-day,
added Warrl. He was there.
They hung three men. Thats true. They might even have been guilty.
Kharl had his doubts that everyone hanged was as guilty as charged.
Does it matter, if one brigand is strung up for something he didnt do?
asked Charee. Anyone they catch has done more than enough anyway.
Werent for Lord West, wed have thieves overrunning Brysta, like in his
sires time.
That was a different time, Kharl said. Fairven had fallen. The more
powerful steam engines had exploded. Many trading ventures had failed.
People were starving, and white wizards were everywhere.
Better the whites than those blackstaffers from Reduce, Charee sniffed.
Them and their fine clothes, and their noses in the air. Think they know
everything. Father Jorum says that were all equal in the eyes of the
Sovereign-
Kharl wasnt about to get into debating the opinions of the priest of the
one-god believers. I cant see as they harm anyone, but its better that
they stay i*1 Reduce. He took another chunk of bread and wiped out his
empty b<?wl with it. Good dinner, dearest.
How would we kn^w? j^e lords wont touch em, not unless theyre caught
a*ng son^j^g right awful. Merayni, she listened to one of em, last v
^ters e^^ y. wag^ ancj ^e was telling terrible tales. Terrible tales.
What kind of tales? asked Kharl, in spite of himself. He had his doubts
about Charees older sister Merayni, although Merayni was certainly
good-hearted, and she and her consort were more than successful with the
pearapple and peach orchard that Dowsyl had inherited from his father. He
paused. Didnt know blackstaffers got so far south as
Peachill or Eolya.
They get everywhere, Merayni was saying, and the tales he told!
Terrible, she said. About how a body cant even walk across some hills in
Candar without turnin black and shriveling up and dyin right there on
the spot.
That may be, Kharl replied. Thats Candar, and not Nordla. Lord West
is lucky to have one or two wizards that he can count on. Rather have him
with wizards than some of the other Lords of the Quadrant.
This young blackstaffer, he said that the lords wizards werent proper
mages. A course, Father Jorum says all wizardry is evil.
I wouldnt know if theyre proper wizards. Kharl tilted his mug to get
the last drop of ale. Im a cooper, not a wizard or a lord. Thats their
business. Mines barrels. Solid barrels.
Terrible stuff, magery. Charee sniffed again. As bad as thieves and
brigands, if you ask me.
Im sure there are good mages and bad ones. There are good lords and bad
ones, good coopers and bad ones.
No such thing as a good mage, if you ask me. Lord West can have them
all. Be better if he hung em.
Thats what lords are for. Deal with raiders, and invaders, and
brigands, and mages. Rather be a cooper.
Warrl yawned. So did Arthal.
You two can take the bowls to the wash table, Charee said.
Wish we had a sister, like Aubret does, mumbled Warrl. Do all the
dishes.
You dont have a sister, Charee said. Two of you are enough.
 always say that murmured Arthal.
Did you say something? asked Kharl.
No, ser.
I didnt think so. Kharl pushed back his chair and walked to the
window, letting the cool evening air flow around him. He hoped that
Korlan would pick up the barrels in the morning.
II
Right after his early breakfast, Kharl took the broom and stepped outside
the front of the cooperage to sweep the stones of the narrow sidewalk.
Warrl was supposed to have done it, but the boy was already laying out
the white oak shooks that Kharl would be jointing for the hogshead
ordered by Captain Hagen for the Seastag. It was less trouble for Kharl
to sweep than to rail at Warrl, and at least the boy was already working,
unlike his older brother. Since the cooper didnt want to be caught out
front if Korlan drove his wagon up to the loading door in the rear, Kharl
swept quickly.
Every few moments, Kharl stopped briefly to listen, although he doubted
that the vintner would arrive before midmorning, but with Korlan, one
could never tell. The air already felt hot and damp. He glanced to the
east, at the barrel set on the stone slab between the cooperage and
Derdans woolen shop, the barrel filled with damp sand for use against
fires. The water barrel was more toward the harbor, past Tyrbels
scriptorium.
He began to sweep again, trying not to sneeze. As gently as he moved the
broom, dust still rose from the stones, dust from a long and dry summer.
With the prevailing easterlies, Brysta was hot and damp, but seldom had
much rain until late summer. So the air was moist, and the streets were
dusty. Finally, he lifted the broom and turned to reenter the cooperage.
Ahhh
Kharl looked up.
Tyrbel stood there, with a small smudge of ink on his jaw. Kharl just
wanted to last night Sanyle. The angular scrivener did not met the
coopers eyes.  asked her to deliver some fancy cards up the hill. They
must have followed her back.
Just fortunate to be back by the loading dock. Might not have heard
otherwise.
WELLSPRING OF CHAUs
Some would have heard, and done nothing, Tyrbel replied. I owe you
thanks and more.
You dont owe me. Neighbors dont look out for neighbors who will?
Kharl smiled. Shes a good girl.
Best of them all, Tyrbel agreed. Do you know who they were? Kharl
shook his head, still listening for Korlans team and wagon. No. Wore
velvets and blades. Looked like some merchants spoiled brats. Had too
much to drink and didnt care who they hurt.
Sanyle said they drew against you.
Had my cudgel. Worked better. Kharl laughed brusquely.
I hope they were very drunk and didnt know exactly where they were,
offered Tyrbel. Merchants sons well, some of them dont forget.
Sometimes wealth is the wellspring of chaos.
It was dark, Kharl replied, glancing toward the inside of his shop.
I wont keep you.
Im waiting for Korlan, and I dont want him to load his barrels without
leaving whats in his purse.
Tyrbel laughed. I understand. It took me four eightdays to collect from
him for making a copy of Emyls Tales. The scrivener paused. But I did
want to thank you. Neighbors or not, most wouldnt put themselves out.
Been my daughter, Id have wanted someone to put themselves out, Kharl
said. Shes always been thoughtful to us.
She is. Tyrbel smiled. That she is. After a moment, he cleared his
throat. I must be going. I have to go to the Quadrant Hall.
Copying some records?
Exactly. I cant really say who or why, you understand?
Kharl didnt and never had, but he nodded anyway.
Thank you, my friend, said Tyrbel as he turned.
Kharl lifted the broom and headed back into the shop.
Warrl looked up. The shooks are here, Da, and there are two extra, like
you said.
Except for the two of them, the cooperage was empty.
Good. Kharl looked around. Arthal?
Im coming. The lanky dark-haired youth slumped as he made his way down
the stairs from above. Im coming. He paused on the fourth step and
rocked back and forth, until the step squeaked.
So is year-end, suggested Kharl, and it well might get here before
you. He waited until his older son reached the workbench before
continuing. Smythal promised he would have the iron blanks for the
hogshead last night. I need you to pick them up. Tell him Ill stop by
with the coins later today.
Yes, ser. What if he wants the coins now?
He wont. But if he does, then come get me.
Kharl watched for a moment as Arthal left, not quite slouching, but not
exactly hastening, either. Then he turned. During Kharls conversation
with Arthal, Warrl had laid out the hollowing knife and the round shave.
The younger boy stood at the end of the main workbench.
Have you sharpened the hollowing knife? And the planer blade? Kharl
looked at Warrl.
I sharpened the blade the day before yesterday, Da The redhead looked
down, not meeting his fathers eyes.
That was the day before yesterday. Today, we have heavy oak to joint.
Yes, ser.
Warrls tone was so resigned that Kharl had trouble not smiling in
response before he replied, The sooner you start, the sooner youll be
done, and then you can head off to Master Fonwyls.
Yes, ser. The younger boys tone was even more resigned.
Kharl was not amused at Warrls lack of enthusiasm about his tutor and
his lessons, not with the coppers they were costing Kharl.
Ill
First thing on fiveday, Kharl had opened the loading door and left it
ajar, waiting as he was for a teamster hed hired to cart the finished
hogshead standing just inside the door down to the Seastag. Kharl had
tried to complete the cask earlier, but hed had to wait for Smythal to
finish the iron blanks that Kharl forged into hoops, and that had meant
sending Arthal twice.
The Austran trader wasnt due to cast off until tomorrow, on sixday,
but Kharl found himself glancing at the large cask and loading door again
and again as he continued to plane and joint the small black oak staves
for the set of fancy fifth-barrels for Yualt. Hed already commissioned
the brass spigots, and hed have to pay a silver to Cupret before
eightday.
Arthal was at the other workbench, rough-shaping red oak shooks into
proper staves for flour barrels, not that Kharl had any orders, but
because he always had some from Wassyt, the miller, come harvest. That
was good, because, fast as he made coins, it seemed as though he had to
spend them almost as swiftly.
Hot damp air seeped into the shop as always in summer in Brysta. Kharl
hoped it wouldnt be too long before the winds changed, and Nordla got
some rain, but the easterlies had lasted longer this summer.
The cooper blotted his forehead with the back of his forearm before
pausing and readjusting the plane.
Ge-ha!
At the teamsters call and the crack of a whip, Kharl set aside the
plane. Arthal! The teamsters here. Ill need you to help load the
hogshead.
Yes, ser. Arthal straightened.
The two walked back to the loading door. Kharl opened the door wide. From
there Kharl watched as the teamster brought the wagon and team to a halt.
Kharl knew many of the teamsters, but not the burly and bearded young man
on the wagon seat. Not that hed had a choice. A crafter put in a request
at the teamsters hall and took what he got.
He stepped into the alley. Im Kharl, the cooper with the hogshead for
the ocean pier.
Morat. The teamster spat out onto the alley, the side of the wagon away
from Kharl. Be two coppers down to the pierand two back if it comes to
that.
Kharl showed four coppers. But not until were at the pier.
And you tie the hogshead in place, and I check it. We dont move till I
think its secure.
I expected that.
The brawny teamster lowered the rear wagon gate, and Kharl and Arthal
lifted the hogshead and eased it into the wagon. While Kharl lashed the
caskequivalent to three barrelsin place in the wagon bed, Morat closed
the rear gate.
Arthal watched both men.
Kharl tied the last knot and looked at his eldest. Close the loading
door and watch the shop until I get back. Keep working on those staves.
Yes, ser, replied Arthal.
With a nod to his son, the cooper looked to the teamster. Casks in
place. Kharl climbed up into the wagon seat, waiting for Morat to finish
checking the lashings.
After a moment, the teamster vaulted into his seat and released the wagon
brake. Well be going. He flicked the leads to his team. The wagon
rolled forward, slowly.
After Morat had the wagon and team clear of the alley behind the
cooperage and onto Fifth Cross, he kept the team on the crossing street
until they reached Cargo Road. There he turned westward toward the
harbor. First ocean pier, you said.
The SeastagAustran deep water.
Once the wagon passed the square at Third Cross, Kharl could see the
piers, because Cargo Road sloped downward just enough so that the harbor
of Brysta could be seen spread out to the west. All the piers were to the
north of the River Westlich, except for the stubby ferry pier. The ferry
served those who wanted to cross to the peninsula road that ran
south-southeast along the western side of the river. There, the marshes
farther north and west, bordered by rock escarpments, had prevented much
settlement on the southern part of the harbor. To the north of the piers
was the flatland for the lower market and the slateyard.
Kharl checked the fair weather banner on the pole on the outer
breakwatera green oval against a white background. There were no clouds
in the western sky, but Lord Wests wizards used their glasses to scree
well beyond mere sight to determine which banner flew.
There were only eight vessels spread across the three oceangoing piers
and the two coastal wharfs, illustrating that late summer was the slowest
time in the fair weather months. Closer to harvest and all through the
fall, almost every berth on every pier would be taken, and in good times,
merchanters would even anchor out beyond the breakwaters.
Lord West had but a handful of warships, iron-hulled steamers with but
two single-gun turrets. Brystas real defenses were the two forts facing
each other at the entrance to the harborthe south fort at the end of
one breakwater, and the north fort at the end of the other. Twin chains
lay on the stones of the channel between them. Each chain was attached to
a modified capstan so that the chains could be raised to deny access to
the harbor.
Once every four eightdays, the chains were raised briefly and inspected,
and one of Lord Wests wizards renewed the order-spell on them. Kharl
knew that well. For a year he had served as an assistant to the cooper at
the south fort, and had been pressed into the work gang that turned the
capstan.
The first ocean pier was emptyexcept for the Seastag, two-masted, like a
brig, but with side paddle wheels. The Austran ensign drooped from the
jackstaff in the heavy still air that blanketed the harbor. Several
wagons were lined up and unloading barrels and crates, and the work gang
was using a crane to swing lengths of timbers from a stack on the pier to
the midships hold.
The teamster eased the wagon past the timber pallets and brought it to a
stop a rod or so past the gangway. This is the best I can do.
Thats fine. Kharl handed three coppers to the teamster. It will only
be a moment.
Hagen was halfway down the gangway before Kharl finished unlashing the
hogshead. The Austran captain had three sailors with him. Cooper, your
timing could not have been better.
I said today, Kharl replied.
So you did. The master of the Seastag hopped up into the wagon bed and
began to inspect the hogshead. Kharl waited.
Finally, Hagen jumped down and gestured to the three sailorstwo men and
a hard-faced woman as well muscled as the men. Take the cask up and set
it just aft of the mainmast for now.
Yes, ser.
Kharl watched as the three eased the cask out of the wagon and carried it
across the pier, past the timber being loaded, and up the gangway. Hagen
watched as well, until the cask was on board the Seastag, before turning
to the cooper. You charge a bit more than the Austrans, but no one makes
a better hogshead. Hagen laughed and handed Kharl the three silvers,
then added a pair of coppers. Thank you, ser. Kharl inclined his head.
Behind them the teamster finished turning the wagon on the wide
pier and headed back toward the city proper. He gave the slightest of
waves to Kharl.
In return, Kharl nodded to the teamster.
Ill be thanking you, cooper, said Hagen. That I will. Next trip, it
might be sand barrels.
Sand barrels?
Been reports of raiders out of Lydiar, and the Black Brethren have those
rockets. A chaos-wizards teamed up with pirates out of a place called
Renklaar. Water doesnt always stop those chaos-flames. Were fortunate
only one pirates got a wizard.
How long before you come back this way? asked Kharl.
Im only making a short voyage this time. Maybe half the ports in Candar
before we return to Valmurl. Then, after an eightday there, well be
headed here on the long trip of the winter. He laughed. Well end up in
Hamor, where its warm.
The cooper nodded. You thinking of oak for the sand barrels?
The only thing for a vessel. The only thing. The graying Hagen tipped
his battered cap to Kharl. Be seeing you next trip, cooper.
I look forward to it, ser.
Hagen nodded and turned.
Kharl walked past the timber, careful to avoid the empty sling coming
down. Halfway back along the pier from the Seastag, he stopped as he
notedand recognizedthe low vessel moored at the outboard end of the
second pier, a ship entirely of shimmering black, without masts and with
but one gun in a single forward turret. Two guards in the black of Reduce
marines stood at the foot of the gangway.
The cooper studied the warship for a moment, then shook his head as he
continued back along the pier for the kay-long walk back to the
cooperage. He just hoped that no one had come by in his absence, but he
wouldnt have dared to send Arthal with the hogshead.
Youth he muttered under his breath. Not what they used to be. Paid
attention to my da. Theyd just as soon spit.
He squared his shoulders and stretched out his stride. He could have paid
the teamster for a return ride, but he had better uses for his coppers.
rv
From the angle of the light slanting through the front windows of the
cooperage, Kharl could tell it was getting on to late afternoon. He
checked the brass spigot hed set into the first barrel. Hed augured the
hole almost perfectly, so that he only needed the slightest bit of
cordage between the wood and the brass flange and pipe. The second one
was almost as good. He could start sealing the inside of the barrels in
the morning. He didnt like doing barrels that required sealing, but
Yualt had insisted on only the lightest of toasting and sealant
afterward, saying that even the tightest grained oak would absorb some
aspect of the contents and thus change them. Since Kharl was neither
alchemist nor apothecary, and since the alchemist had refused to tell
Kharl what he was putting in the fancy barrel, there wasnt much the
cooper could sayespecially since Yualt was paying a premium that Kharl
needed.
He checked the first barrel before him a last time, running his fingers
slowly over the inside of the finely finished staves, nodding in
satisfaction, before carrying it over to the finishing bench against the
south rear wall. Then he returned to the turning bench and did the same
with the second. The heads for both barrels were also laid out single
round sections, rather than sections of quartersawn wood doweled in place.
With a smile, he eased over to the quarter barrel that held sealant.
The smile vanished, and he looked up. Arthal!
There was no answer, not that he expected one. After a moment, he walked
to the steps and climbed up, and peered into the main room, where Charee
was seated at her sewing table, working on the embroidery that she did
for Fyona, the seamstress fancied by most of the consorts of the
wealthier merchants.
Wheres Arthal? Kharl asked his consort.
He said you were finished with him, and he had to meet some friends.
Kharl pursed his lips tightly for a long moment. I said he was free if
hed done everything. He did today. But he didnt yesterday, and he
didnt tell me. Im out of sealant, and he was supposed to get two
buckets from Hyesal. He said hed taken care of it, and he didnt, and
that means oh never mind The cooper started to close the door, then
turned back to Charee. If anyone should come by, Ill be back shortly.
Im going over to Hyesals to get the sealant Arthal didnt. Ill leave
the door open so you can hear if anyone comes in. Or if Warrl gets back
from his lessons.
Dont be angry, Kharl. Arthals still young.
Hes near-on double-eight, and I dont like being misled. Kharl
snorted, then headed down the steps. I should have asked him direct
have to ask em every little thing thinks hes so bright he muttered
to himself as he crossed the shop.
Kharl left by the front door. Outside, on Crafters Lane, he heard a low
rumble and glanced up. Clouds were massing over the Eastern Ocean to the
west of the harbor, and the wind had finally shifted from out of the east
to the west, bringing with it an actual hint of rain, not just soggy air,
and the chance that the long-overdue and welcome late-summer rains would
finally arrive.
He glanced at Tyrbels small display window, which held several books,
including a red leather-bound Book of Godly Prayera work that Tyrbel had
done on his own as an offering to his faith. Kharl shook his head,
thinking about the one-god believers. How could anyone believe that
everything from the Great Western Ocean and beyond the Heavens to the
Rational Stars could have been created by one god? Or that the same god
knew everything everywhere, down to the smallest beetle? Or more
important, from Kharls viewpoint, that such a god cared equally for all
men, women, and children? Given what he saw on the streets of Brysta,
Kharl didnt put much faith in such a god.
He laughed to himself at the last thought. He didnt put any faith at all
in such a god. Tyrbel did. With a rueful smile, he kept walking.
Two blocks down toward the harbor, he came to the upper market square,
although most of the peddlers and vendors had already packed up their
wares and left. A one-handed beggar was seated on the low stone wall that
surrounded the near-empty square. Topped with redstone with rounded
edges, the wall was a good place for sitting and resting.
A copper, ser, just a copper for a poor fellow. The bearded beggar,
in a tattered gray tunic and trousers, held his cap upside down, lifting
it toward Kharl.
The cooper ignored him and kept walking. Just a copper, ser. Just a
copper
Another thirty cubits down Crafters Lane, also seated on the wall, was a
young woman, with short-cropped dark hair and wearing a tan tunic and
trousers. Her skin was pale, but unblemished. Her boots were sturdy and
brown, and beside her was a canvas pack, against which rested a
shimmering black staff. She was small enough that her boots did not touch
the cobblestones beneath the wall.
As Kharl neared her, he took in the blackstaffer, then nodded politely.
She looked up. Good day to you, ser. Her brown eyes smiled with her
mouth.
And you as well, Kharl replied, almost in spite of himself. But her
expression had been warm and friendly on a cloudy afternoon, and not
asking for anything. He found himself smiling as he left the square
behind and made his way the last hundred cubits to Hyesals apothecary
shop, clearly marked with the crossed pestles above the door.
Kharl entered and stepped up to the long counter, time-aged golden oak,
on which were arrayed various health tinctures. He looked around the
small front room, but didnt see the apothecary. Hyesal? There was no
answer. Hyesal!
Just a moment! came the querulous reply. If youre someone I know,
just wait. If youre someone I dont, you can take that chance, too.
Kharl grinned and stood there, waiting, his eyes going over the bottles
lined up at the back of the counter, taking in the labelsMorning Tonic,
Digestive Tincture, Rheumatism Salve ...
The small but angular apothecary appeared behind the counter, as if by
magery. Well, Kharl what is it that wont wait but a moment?
Sealant, the one you make for the good barrels. Arthal was supposed to
come by
Never did. I would have had it waiting here for you.
Do you have any ready?
I cant say as I do, Kharl, and its not something I can slop together
while you stand there. Sides, its got to stand overnight.
Kharl could feel his anger rising, but Hyesal hadnt created the problem.
Arthal had. So he held his tongue.
Tell you what. After I finish this tincture, Ill get to work on it, and
you can pick it up first thing in the morning.
Id appreciate that. I would. Ive been working on these fancy
fifth-barrels for Yualt Arthal he told me hed come by
And you never forgot anything when you were young and starstruck over
some lass?
He doesnt have enough brains to be starstruck at the moment. Kharl
snorted.
Hyesal laughed. Be ready in the morning. The apothecary turned and left
Kharl standing at the counter.
With a shrug, the cooper stepped back and left the shop. In most cities,
he would have gotten sealant from an alchemist, but not in Brysta, not
that it mattered to Kharl so long as the sealant worked. What worked,
that was what mattered, not which craft produced it.
Outside, he could smell the dampness of the rain that had already begun
to fall on the ocean beyond the breakwaters, and he lengthened his stride
as he hurried back up the gentle incline of Crafters Lane toward the
square and his own shop.
The blackstaffer and the beggar had left the square, but a small figure
in gray accosted Kharl as he passed the empty stone sitting wall. Master
Kharl! How be the best cooper in Brysta?
Jekat hows the most flattering urchin in Brysta?
Not bad, Master Kharl. Course a copper or twod help. A grin crossed
the towheads grimy face.
Coppers always help. The cooper grinned. You know anyone who needs
barrels?
I heard the rendererWerwalhes going to be needing some barrels fore
long. I told Sikalthats his manhe ought to see you. Werwal wont talk
to me, but Sikal will.
Kharl slipped a copper from his purse. Take this, you worthless urchin.
He couldnt help smiling.
Thank you, ser, and Ill not be telling no one bout your kindness.
Jekat skipped away across the square.
Kharl was less than half a block from the shop when the rain began to
fallfat drops that splattered against everything. He began to hurry, but
the shoulders of his gray tunic were black with water by the time he
dashed into the shop.
Is that you, Kharl? called Charee from up the stairs.
Sure as life. Kharl raised his voice to make sure Charee could hear him
above the heavy rain pelting down on the roof. Almost made it back
before it started raining. Arthal never ordered the sealant. Wont be
ready before tomorrow. Wheres Warrl?
I sent him to Fyonas with the embroidery. He came in right after
you left.
Kharl stopped by the workbench, then turned as Arthal ran inside, his
tunic and trousers darkened with rain. Arthal stopped as he saw his
father. Im not too happy with you, young fellow.
Youre never happy with me, Da. Arthal did not meet Kharls eyes. You
told me, yesterday, that youd taken care of all the chores. I just got
back from Hyesals, and you never ordered the sealant. You told me youd
done that.
I said Id do it. I was going down there Arthal stepped back. When?
Next end-day? Whenever it met your fancy?
Its not like that.
How is it like? asked Kharl. I could have used the sealant today. It
would have been ready today. Youre almost a double-eight, and I
shouldnt have to follow up on everything you do.
You said you wouldnt finish those today. Arthals voice was low. That
isnt the blades edge, Arthal. Kharls tone dropped into resignation.
You led me to believe that youd ordered the sealant. Thats deception.
Arthal did not answer. Isnt that deception?
Yes, ser. Im sorry, ser.
You get a reputation for that, and no one will trust you to do anything.
Dont you understand that? A mans worth is his reputation. Never forget
that.
I said I was sorry, Da.
Kharl held in a sigh. Go on upstairs and see if your mother needs any
help or any coal for the stove.
Arthal trudged past his father and started up the stairs.  worse than
Father Jorum
The words were not supposed to reach Kharl.
What did you say? snapped the cooper.
Nothing, ser. I was just telling myself that you and Father Jorum feel
the same way.
Thats about the only thing we agree on, Kharl snorted.
Once Arthal shut the door to the upstairs, Kharl walked back to the front
window, looking out into the still-heavy rain. Children, he muttered to
himself, so sure of themselves so stupid.
V
Carrying two covered buckets of sealant, Kharl left Hyesals so early in
the morning that few people were out on the lane. He had placed a broom
in Arthals hands before he had departed the shop, and told his older son
to sweep the stones before the shop clear of standing water and mud from
the rain of the night before. Hed even remembered to make it clear to
his son that Arthal was to sweep gently, so that mud and water did not
splatter up on the glass of the display window.
Because of the weight of the sealant, Kharl stopped at the uphill side of
the square to readjust his grip on the buckets. Early as it was, there
were no stalls or carts or peddlers set up. After a moments respite, he
hurried up Crafters Lane toward his shop. As he passed the short
ser-viceway between Fourth Cross and Fifth, a narrow passage little more
than four cubits wide, he slowed.
Had he heard someone? Was there someone lying in the shadows where he
could not see? Moaning? In early morning? He shook his head and continued
the last hundred cubits to the shop. But his thoughts drifted backwho
could be in the serviceway?
Once he reached the shop, he noted that the stones outside the door had
indeed been swept clean and were already dryand that there was no mud on
the bricks or glass of the display window. After opening the door, he
entered the cooperage and lowered both buckets to the wooden floor.
Abruptly, he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him. On the
lane, he headed back down toward the serviceway.
 a fool thats what you are stupid But despite his own words, he
stepped into the darkness of the serviceway, checking carefully to make
sure that no ruffians or cutpurses might be lingering. For a moment, he
saw nothing. Then his eyes made out a bundle against the brick wall, a
long bundle.
 ooo An arm twitched.
Kharl glanced around, but the serviceway remained empty except for him
and whoever lay near the wall. He bent down, and, as his eyes adjusted to
the dimness, he could make out a slender figureand the end of a smooth
black staff. The figure was that of the young woman blackstaffer. Blood
and mud splattered the tannish clothes, which had been partly ripped away
from her for all too obvious purposes.
Kharl glanced around again, then took a deep breath, and bent down. He
pulled her torn cloak back across her exposed body, then eased the nearly
limp figure into his arms. Her back felt humped, but he realized that the
lumpiness was her pack. He managed to grasp the staff, which, despite the
cold damp stones and the mud, felt warm to his touch. Then he lurched to
his feet and began to walk out of the serviceway.
Both Arthal and Charee were standing inside the open door to the shop as
he carried the young woman through the doorway. Warrl stood farther back,
his eyes darting from his father back to his mother.
Aryl was here. He said he might Charee broke off her words. What have
you there?
A girl young woman. She was attacked and beaten. I heard her moaning in
the serviceway. Kharl looked for somewhere to put her down. His eyes
went to the stairs at the rear of the shop.
Charees eyes went to the section of shimmering black staff that extended
beyond the figure Kharl held. She stepped back. Shes one of those.
Shes one of those blackstaffers from Reduce. I wont have her in
my house.
Kharl repressed a sigh and bit back a retort. Then pull out that
apprentices pallet by the rear bench. You dont have to have her
upstairs.
Why how could you?
I was supposed to leave her there, where she could have been attacked
again or killed? Or died from the rain and cold?
Charee sighed. No. Suppose you couldnt do that. There was only the
slightest hint of emphasis on the word you.
Isnt Father Jorum always saying that his god wants us to help
strangers and those who cannot help themselves? asked Kharl.
Arthal and Warrl exchanged quick glances.
Put her on the pallet, Charee said. Ill get a blanket to put under
her head and some damp cloths to clean away the blood.
Kharl waited as his consort pulled out the apprentices pallet, which had
not been used in years, and wiped it off with a cloth. Then he eased the
womanlittle more than a girl, he thought, and certainly slender and
light as oneonto the pallet. Then he put the staff against the wall.
The cloak slipped slightly.
Charees hand went to her mouth. Oh
I said shed been attacked. She might need a dry cover of some sort.
Thatd be best. Ill be back in a moment. Warrl, you come with me!
Charee drew herself up and headed for the stairs, bustling up them in a
way that conveyed offended dignity. Warrl followed.
Ohhhh The young womans eyes opened for a moment, then closed.
Arthal looked closely at the uncovered womans exposed thigh, then away,
almost guiltily, Kharl thought.
What do you know about this? Kharl partly lifted the woman and eased
the pack off her shoulders, lowering her as gently as he could. Then he
placed the pack next to the wall beside the black staff.
Do you know who did it? He straightened and looked at Arthal.
No, ser.
, Kharl continued to stare at his son.
Some of the fellows, the ones who work in the carpentry shop on the
piers, they were saying that she was really good-looking, and theyd like
to get her alone but that was all I heard.
They said a lot more, but nothing about hurting her? pressed Kharl. Or
did they
No, ser. They didnt say anything like that. In fact, Derket said that
she could be real dangerous. He once saw a woman from Reduce with a staff
take down three of Lord Norths guards
Kharl had the feeling Arthal was telling the truth, and some of the
tenseness he felt lessened.
Charee reappeared, carrying warm cloths and a thin brown coverlet. You
two Dont you have some fancy barrels to finish, Kharl?
The cooper nodded and stepped back. You can bring those buckets over to
the finishing bench, Arthal.
Yes, Da.
After leaving the injured girl to Charees ministrations, Kharl turned to
his workbench. There, he thinned, then stirred the sealant gently before
he began to apply it to the black oak fifth-barrels. He could hear Charee
murmuring.
 dont care much blackstaffers sending women shouldnt come to this
Now just take it easy, dear
Where?
Youre safe now. Youre at the coopers. Kharl found you in the
ser-viceway Youd been hurt just rest. Charee looked across the shop
at Kharl. Ill be getting her some water.
Kharl decided against mentioning ale, not when they were short
themselves. Im not going anywhere.
As Charee headed up the steps once more, Arthal cleared his throat.
Ah Da?
Oh Arthal. You can get out some more shooksthe red oak onesand youll
have to use the ladder because theyre in the upper front section of the
racks. Ill need you to sharpen the knives, the shave, and the blade in
the planer. After I put one coat on the fine fifth-barrels, then well
work on those shooks while the barrels are drying.
Charee reappeared with a chipped mug. She went to the prostrate woman and
held the water to her lips. Just a few sips at first. Thats
it
Kharl took out the finish brush and dipped it into the sealant, deftly
but slowly coating the interior of the barrel, something he would not
have done for a vintners barrel, but how and whether a barrel needed
sealing depended on what the final use was, and when an alchemist like
Yualt wanted a sealed black oak barrel with spigots, Kharl provided the
best he could, even if he had no exact idea what Yualt intended to store
in it.
Hed almost finished the first barrel when Charee stepped up to his
shoulder, and whispered, Shes asleep. Got a knot on the back of her
head. Shes still seeing two instead of one. Say you should keep em
awake, but I couldnt.
We can only do what we can, Kharl pointed out.
Beasts muttered Charee. She shouldnt be going around like that, but
no excuse to knock around anyone that way.
After I finish the barrels, Ill send Arthal off to tell the Watch.
Youll do no such thing, Kharl. The Watch can do nothing. There
was a scrap of velvet in her hand. Who wears velvet? You think theyll
find anyone? And then all of Brysta will know youve been harboring a
blackstaffer. You think that will help business?
Kharl knew she was right. What color velvet?
Doesnt matter. After a moment, Charee added, Dark blue, almost black.
I wont tell the Watch.
See that you dont, and Ill be telling Arthal and Warrl to say nothing.
The sooner shes well and out of here, the happier Ill be.
Kharl already knew that. The fact that Charee didnt want to say anything
was another indication of how worried his consort was.
After Charee went back upstairs to work on the piecework for Fyona, Kharl
motioned to Arthal.
Yes, Da? Arthal stepped away from the stacked shooks. I got down
enough for two barrels, and finished sharpening the planer blade and
clamped it back in place.
Kharl didnt point out that Arthal had been done for some time. You need
to run some errands. Smythal, first. We need the iron blanks for four
flour barrels.
Hell want something.
Kharl took five coppers from his purse and handed them to Arthal. Then
go out to the mill and see what the timber looks like. Dont talk to
Vetrad, just see if his racks, especially the oak racks, are full or
empty. And make sure that the billets in our section have been turned. If
he asks what you want, say that you were checking the billets, then beg
some scrap oak and tell him you need it for detailing practice.
Arthal nodded.
Before you go, your mother wants a word with you.
The youth frowned.
She told me she wanted to talk to you. Now, go, and dont dawdle, but
your mother first.
Yes, ser.
After Arthal went upstairs, then came down and left, Kharl finished
sealing the first barrel, then the second. As he wiped the brush as clean
as he could, then dipped it into the small container of solvent, he
became conscious that the blackstaffer had awakened and was looking at
him.
He left the brush in the open solvent jar and turned.
What are you doing? The words were fluent, but strangely accented.
Kharl glanced over to the pallet where the young woman lay, her head
propped up slightly on an old blanket that Charee must have provided.
Im finishing a fancy fifth-barrel. He paused. How are you feeling?
My head is splitting. It looks like there are two of you sometimes. Most
of my body hurts. They werent gentle.
Kharl looked around the shop, but, for the moment, no one else was there.
Do you know who they were?
I dont know anyone here. I just arrived two days ago. Id left the
tavern, and there were two men. Id never seen them. They wore their
clothes were fancier
Dark velvet mayhap?
Their tunics were well cut, and they both had blades. But I was ready
for them. I didnt see the third one, and he hit me in the head with
something from behind She swallowed. Thirsty She reached for the
old chipped mug Charee had left. Her hands trembled as she lifted it and
drank.
Kharl could see thin lines of wetness along her cheeks, but he said
nothing.
After several small swallows, she set down the mug, using both hands, and
lay back. Her eyes closed.
Kharl watched for a moment, then finished cleaning the brush. He moved to
the workbench where he checked the settings on the planer. He watched the
blackstaffer as he began to pump the foot pedal, but she did not stir,
despite the whirring of the planer when he guided the first red oak shook
into position to rough-shape it into a stave. He was halfway through the
staves for the third flour barrel when he could see the young woman began
to wake again, but she said nothing, and he continued to work.
He had almost finished another set of staves when Charee came down the
steps with a chamber pot, looking long at Kharl. The cooper finished
shaping the stave he was working on and stopped pumping the foot pedal.
He stepped back and walked to the front of the shop, then outside.
Standing before the window, taking in the breeze from the harbor, he
still couldnt understand why the young swells had beaten the young woman
so badly. Was it just because she had resisted their advances, or
because she was a blackstaffer? He wondered if it had been the same pair
that had tried to force themselves on young Sanyle. If it had been, they
were truly a bad lot, and if it hadnt been, there were all too many
rotten young swells around. Kharl didnt like either possibility, not
that there was much he could do.
VI
When Kharl came down to the shop early the next morning, he found that
Charee had been there earlier, and that the blackstaffer was propped into
a sitting position, sipping hot cider, the coverlet across her legs and
midsection. The bruise on her cheek, one he hadnt noticed before, had
begun to show a yellowish shade along with the purple.
How are you doing, young woman?
My name is Jenevra. You are Kharl?
Thats right. Kharl.
I am better, but I am still seeing two of you at times. My head still
aches.
Youll need to rest for a time, I think.
I did not need this, Jenevra said. I should have been more careful.
With that, Kharl silently agreed, as he readjusted the blade on the
planer. Then he tested the foot pedal, and moved the carry-cart with the
red oak shooks next to the planer where he could easily reach the shooks.
He glanced toward the stairs, but neither Warrl nor Arthal had yet
appeared. He snorted quietly to himself.
Jenevra watched, without saying a word, just occasionally sipping the
cooling cider.
Why do you blackstaffers come to Brysta? Kharl asked, moving back to
the planer.
Many go to Candar and some to Hamor. A few go to Austra, she replied.
We must go somewhere.
Kharl didnt understand that at all, and his face must have shown it,
even to Jenevras blurred vision.
If we do not accept the tenets of order, as set forth in the book of
order, and judged by the Council, and by the Institute, then we must
undertake a dangergeldthats a trip away from Reduce to learn who we are
and where we should fit in the world.
Fancy way of throwing you out if you dont agree, sounds like to me,
Kharl replied. Dont go along, and out you go.
Sometimes it is, and sometimes people return with greater understanding.
Id wager not many return.
For a time, Jenevra was silent. Finally, she spoke. That may be true.
There are always those in any town or city who do not fit in. Is it not
kinder to allow them a chance, rather than executing or enslaving them?
They might not fit anywhere, and they may end up being killed elsewhere.
People anywhere dont much care for those who are different.
You dont think much of people, do you? she asked gently.
I know what I see. For every kind act, theres one or more not so kind.
People talk kindness. Dont always act that way.
I suppose kindness and unkindness must balance, like order and chaos.
You dont sound so certain about that, Kharl said.
Im too young to be certain.
Kharl laughed. Most young-uns are certain. Only when we get older that
we see that naughts as sure as we thought.
Jenevras eyes moved to the right, looking past Kharl.
He nodded to her and turned to see Arthal almost tiptoeing down the
steps. Arthal! I was wondering when youd be coming down. You can take
the hollowing knife and smooth the inner side of the staves on the ones
Ive already shaped.
Ah Id thought Id well Derket was saying that they might be looking
for a carpenters apprentice at the ship works. It pays a half silver an
eightday.
You think youd find that work more pleasing than being a mere cooper?
Da the shops good for but one of us, and Warrls better at it already
than I am. Arthal did not quite meet his fathers gaze.
Kharl waited for a moment, then nodded. Mayhap you ought to go see,
then.
Youll let me?
Arthal, I cant make you be a cooper. Go and see.
The young man looked at Kharl, then said, They might not want me.
You wont know that, will you, less you ask.
No, ser.
Then go and ask. But when youre done, come on back here, unless they
offer you a position right then.
Yes, ser. Arthal nodded and was gone almost before his words died away.
You dont think theyll take him, do you? asked Jenevra.
I dont know. Know its harder to get a position than he thinks, but
hes got more skill than he wants to admit. Kharl picked up the first of
the red oak shooks, hoping that someone else would come in before long
with an order for more barrels. Senstad had ordered twenty barrels for
harvesttime, and that was good, except it would be four to six eightdays
before Kharl could collect. Korlan had asked for another thirty, but,
again, not until the end of harvest, and that was a good five eightdays
away. Kharl would have to start soon, but he didnt have enough of the
seasoned oak billets for all of them, and that meant more golds to
Vetradas Vetrad had told Arthal.
Aryl had been in the shop three times, talking about barrels for his
apples, but hed wanted them for almost less than the cost of the oak and
iron.
Warrl had long since gone to his lessons, and Charee had left with her
stitchery for Fyona, and Jenevra had drifted into a dozing sleep by the
time Kharl had finished turning the shooks into rough staves. He checked
the hollowing knife and began to work on smoothing and fine-shaping the
staves. Hed finished the staves for one barrel and was working on the
second, when he saw Charee coming back into the shop.
His consort slipped up to him, and said in a whisper, Kharl youve got
to get her out of here.
Her names Jenevra.
I dont care what her name is, Charee replied. Fyona told me that
Mallamet was going to put a complaint before the Crafters Council that
youre using the blackstaffers magic on your barrels.
Thats stupid. The poor girl cant even see straight yet. Mallamets a
poor excuse for a cooper who just wants to cause me trouble.
That well may be but if the Council decides youre using order-magery
in support of a craft
How about tomorrow morning? Kharl said quietly. You could walk her
down to Father Jorums, and she could rest there for the day. If Jenevra
werent much better in the morning, perhaps he could persuade Charee to
let her stay another day. He didnt want to think about what might happen
after that day.
Why not now?
She cant even sit up for long without getting dizzy.
First thing tomorrow, Charee said. Ill make sure Father Jorum will be
around, but I wont let him know why. But it will be first thing in the
morning.
After breakfast, Kharl said.
After breakfast, but no later. Charee headed for the stairs, carrying
another bundle of fabric and thread.
Kharl looked at the dozing blackstaffer, then slowly lifted the hollowing
knife once more.
VII
In the early afternoon, somewhat to Kharls surprise, a lanky man ambled
into the cooperage, an unpleasant odor clinging to him, for all of his
neat and clean appearance, although his leather trousers bore stains that
had clearly resisted all efforts at fullering. His heavy boots thudded on
the floor.
Kharl set down the drawing knife and went to meet him.
You Kharl?
That I am. How might I help you?
Im looking for slack cooperage thats close to tight. Heard you were
the best at that. The man gestured at the range of barrels on display.
Those look to be tight.
They are, but Ive just finished a few slack barrels out of red oak.
Theyre here in the back.
Be pleased to see them.
The two men walked to the back of the cooperage, past Arthal, who was
slowly, as always, hollowing a red oak stave, and Jenevra, who was almost
invisible against the wall and had drifted back into sleep.
Good slack work you see? Kharl gestured to the red oak barrel,
open-topped, but otherwise completed.
Might I handle it?
Kharl nodded.
The other man inspected the barrel carefully, paying particular attention
to the joints and the iron hoops. Finally, he straightened. How much?
A silver a barrel.
Mallamet sells them for eight coppers.
He does. Theyre not as tight.
For ten, nine silvers, offered the man.
Nine and five coppers, countered Kharl.
Nine and four, offered the other.
Done.
You have three here, I see. When could you have the other seven?
I have eight ready now. The others are on the other side.
Better yet. Five now, and five in two eightdays? Ill pay you six
silvers and four now, and the rest when I pick up the others.
That would be good. Kharl paused. I must apologize, ser, but since we
have not done business before
The man laughed. We have not. I had thought you might have guessed. Im
Werwal.
The renderer? I have heard of you.
And I you. That is why I am here. Werwal counted out the coins. My
wagon will be here shortly for the five barrels.
Theyll be ready.
With a smile, Werwal bowed slightly and left.
Kharl was smiling as well. The copper hed given Jekat had been well
spent, even if that had not been his intention. Hed have to remember to
slip another to the cheerful urchin. Jekat had probably given him more
business than his own sons.
The cooper shook his head, sadly, and headed back toward the staves hed
been fine-drawing.
Arthal coughed. Da he smelled.
Thats not surprising. Hes a renderer.
Shouldnt let him in
He bought ten barrels, Arthal. He cant help the smell. Thats what he
does. Someone has to do it.
Stinks
Arthals mutter was so low that Kharl decided to ignore it as he went
back to work. If he corrected Arthal on every word his son said, these
days, he reflected, hed do little enough coopering and Arthal would get
even more angry than he always seemed to be.
By late afternoon, Werwals man Sikal had arrived with a small and
smellywagon and collected the barrels, and Arthal had gone with Charee
to the market square. Kharl was getting the forge ready to set some hoops
when the door to the cooperage opened.
He did not know the man who stepped into the shop, but the cooper stopped
pumping the bellows in the small forge and stepped forward past the
planer. He skirted Jenevra, who looked up silently, and moved to the
sharp-featured figure in the rich brown tunic.
Might I help you, ser? asked Kharl, trying to determine what sort of
merchant the man might be.
You might be Kharl, the cooper? The mans muddy brown eyes flicked up
to the racks of billets, then toward the stairs in the rear, before
settling on Kharl.
That I am. And you might be?
Let us just say that I have an interest in barrels. Special barrels. A
faint smile appeared on the slender but muscular mans lips.
Kharl smelled scent on the man, more than even a wealthy man should use.
Lavender, he thought. Large or small, slack or tight?
I was thinking of large slack barrels, for winter transport of seasonal
game, and I understand such barrels could hold ice above the game, that
would keep the game cold.
Thats possible, but only for an eightday in harvest. In winter, the ice
would keep for a season, or longer.
I would be interested in a large barrel. The man gestured toward the
hogshead in the window. Could you make one a third smaller than the
largest there?
That is possible.
Good. The man in brown flashed a smile, then slipped around Kharl and
studied the shop, moving toward the tool rack. His eyes took in the
tools, implement by implement, then the forge and the open
hearth that held the fire pot. His eyes passed over the blackstaffer on
the pallet against the wall and returned to Kharl. You have a
well-laid-out cooperage.
Thank you. When would you like the hogshead?
I will have to think about that. When I return, well talk about the
details. I needed to know whether it was possible. He bowed, then turned.
Kharl watched as the other left. He shook his head. For all his words,
the man hadnt felt like someone who bought barrels. The lavender scent
suggested a bravo of some sort, but Kharl hadnt the faintest idea why a
bravo would find a cooperage of interest. It wasnt as though Kharl had
large stocks of coins stashed away.
That man, said Jenevra, he was evil.
Is that something blackstaffers can tell? Kharl asked.
Not always, she replied. I wouldnt be here if we could. But that one,
he carries the white of chaos around him like a cloak.
Hes a white mage?
No. Its not the same. His is the chaos of murder and destruction.
Why would one such as that, if Jenevra were indeed correct, be visiting a
cooper? He hadnt even really looked at the blackstaffer, or at Kharl.
You think hes an assassin? Or a thief?
Jenevra shrugged, then winced. He carries chaos. He could be an assassin
or an armsman, or he could be an outland merchant who sails close to the
wind. Or he could be a thief, or anything else. He is evil, whatever else
he may be.
Thats not much help. Kharl paused. You speak well. You speak too well
for a peasants daughter or for someone who works at hard labor.
I do? That may be because the Brethren want us prepared when we travel
elsewhere.
The Brethren?
The Council of Reduce. They decide how we are prepared. That is, if your
family can pay for the training.
Yours could, Kharl said.
It was difficult, but they did not wish me ill prepared. She laughed,
ironically, a hint of bitterness behind the words. Much good it has done
meor them.
You were trained with the staff?
I was. Some are trained with blades, or axes, or other weapons for
self-protection.
Are all women trained with the staff?
No. It is what weapons are in accord with what we are.
In accord? The womans words were more than a little puzzling. How
could a weapon be in accord with a person?
Every person growsor comes to be orderedin a certain fashion. Edged
weapons make some uneasy with them. So a staff is better. It is not good
to fight your weapon when you are trying to defend yourself.
Although her explanation was strange, the last words made sense to Kharl.
He certainly could not fight his tools if he wanted to make good barrels,
and he had no trouble seeing that it could apply to weapons as well.
While he would have liked to talk longer, talking would not help get the
barrels done, and those needed doing so that, if other business arrived,
he would still have the slack barrels for harvesttime.
Kharl nodded, then turned back to the forge. He still needed to finish
shaping and riveting the hoops for the remaining oak barrels that Werwal
had ordered and for the ones that Wassyt the miller would be wanting,
sooner or later. If the harvest were really good, Rensan might even buy a
few if Mallamet couldnt supply themwhich was certainly likely, since
Mallamet was neither that good a cooper nor that productive. He was
cheap, though, Kharl had to admit.
The cooper also hoped that Jenevra felt much better in the morning. If
she did not Kharl pushed that thought away. He had worries enough.
VIII
When Kharl hurried down to the cooperage after his breakfast, he found
that Jenevra had turned so that she was sitting with her back against the
wall. She was dressed, and wearing her boots once more, although her face
was still pale.
Youre going to have to move today Kharl began.
Charee told me when she brought me breakfast and my clothes. She
repaired them. Shes very good with a needle. Jenevra smiled wanly for a
moment before the expression faded. Im much better. Your consort does
not like my being here.
Kharl didnt reply.
It is clear. She thinks I will hurt your business. If I stayed, I
probably would. No one likes having blackstaffers around. They told us
that, but I did not believe it then.
In a few moments, Kharl finally said, unable to refute her words,
were going to take you out to Father Jorums
One of the one-god priests? He will not be that pleased.
They preach kindness to all
Except to those from Reduce.
I have never heard him say anything against Reduce, Kharl protested,
although he seldom accompanied Charee to the end-day services.
What is not said
Both Jenevra and Kharl looked up at the sharp cracking sound, followed by
the tinkling clank of glass falling on stone. His eyes darted toward the
front window of his shop, but all the leaded glass panes were in place.
He frowned.
A muffled low boom rumbled past him, shaking the walls. One of the shooks
left on the workbench fell to the floor with a flat, slapping sound.
Jenevra started to rise, then put her hand down to steady herself. Her
face paled even more, until it was sheet-white.
Stay put! commanded Kharl. Youre still weak.
Fire! Fire at the scriveners!
Fire! The second voice was that of Tyrbel.
Kharl looked at Jenevra. You just stay there, unless the fire spreads
here, and then you get out as fast as you can.
Yes, master cooper.
Kharl didnt argue that he wasnt a master cooper, because hed never had
enough golds to pay the Crafters Guild. He didnt have time to explain
as he rushed out of the cooperage. Outside and to the west a line of men
had formed up, passing buckets from the fire barrel some forty cubits
farther west from the door of Tyrbels scriptorium. Kharl could see that
there werent enough buckets, not to stop the fierce flames darting from
the broken glass of Tyrbels display window. From the
jagged-edged hole in the display window, along with the flames, came
lines of thick black smoke, oily-smelling smoke.
A tall manGharanthrew the first bucket of water on the flames, and was
rewarded with a hissingand very little diminution of flame.
Kharl looked for the nearest sand barrel, before belatedly realizing that
it was at the front of his own cooperage, except on the east side, next
to Derdans. He dashed for it and pulled off the cover, fumbling for the
scoop bucket inside. As quickly as he could, he filled the bucket with
the damp sand, then ran back toward the display window of the
scriptorium.
Gharan was about to throw another bucket of water, and Kharl waited, then
followed with the sand. This time, the flames from the bottom of the
display area, where the books were burning fiercely, actually subsided.
Kharl hurried back to the sand barrel.
Between the flames and the men running to and fro, and the urgency of
combating the fire, Kharl didnt know how many trips he had made before
the display area was merely scorched and blackened wood, with water and
sand oozing everywhere. Most of the leaded-glass panes in Tyrbels
display window had been broken, and shards of glass littered the stones
of the narrow sidewalk. The volumes that had been on display were charred
scraps.
The odor of charcoal and soot was strong, but Kharl could still smell, if
faintly, another acrid scent. He just stood for a moment, breathing hard,
his eyes watering as he looked at the ruined front of the scriptorium.
Gharan looked at the cooper. Good thinking with the sand.
Had to try something. Water wasnt working very well. The weaver
nodded. Behind him so did Hamyl the potter.
Tyrbel moved toward Kharl. His face was ashen. Someone set it. They
broke the glass. The scrivener shook his head slowly. Ten golds worth
of work gone. You know, I was going to give the oneThe Book of Godly
PrayerI was going to give it to Father Jorum. Id promised it to him.
I know, Kharl replied. You told me. He paused. It the fire smelled
like oils. Thats why I went for the sand.
Why would anyone why? Tyrbel sounded both puzzled and defeated. Im
just a scrivener. I dont understand
Give way for the Watch! Way for the Watch! The call came from farther
down Crafters Lane, toward the harbor.
Trust the Watch to show up after honest men have already put out the
fire, groused Gharan from behind the cooper and the scrivener Where
were they when the fire started? Why bother now?
It didnt just start, Tyrbel repeated himself. Someone set it, but
why? Who would do such a terrible thing?
Someone who didnt like the documents you were copying for trials before
the justicers? suggested Kharl.
But why would anyone thats not personal. Lord West likes my work, old
as hes getting. Any scrivener would do the same for who-
ever-
Way for the Watch!
Kharl glanced toward the approaching armsmen, eight of them, with a
young-faced captain, scarcely more than a boy, or so he looked to Kharl.
They were less than thirty cubits away. The cooper wondered why there
were so many for a fire, and how the officer had gathered that number so
quickly.
No! screamed a woman.
Kharl looked away from the oncoming Watch. He recognized the voice, if
belatedly. It was Charees voice.
Charee came running out of the cooperage, blood smeared across her
blouse. Shes dead. Shes dead! Her voice broke with the words.
Whos dead? blurted Gharan from behind Kharl and Tyrbel.
She is the blackstaffer someone cut her throat.
Jenevra? Shed dead? Kharl said stupidly. But she was fine.
Shes dead, Charee said. Her throats cut. She looked at Kharl. I
told you shed be trouble. I told you. I told you.
She was barely more than a girl. She hadnt done anything, Kharl
protested. Why how?
I knew. But no you had to do things the way you always do.
Silence!
Kharl turned from Charee to see that the armsmen of the Watch were but a
few cubits from the group in front of the cooperage and scriptorium.
After several moments, the words and murmurs died away.
You! In the gray!
Kharl could feel his stomach tightening as he saw the young captain of
the Watchthe same young swell who had been pawing Sanyleand
possibly one of those who had attacked and beaten Jenevra. The captain
jabbed his finger at Kharl. You!
Yes, ser?
You own this cooperage?
Yes, ser.
Take him away. He killed the girl inside. Behind the captains voice
was a hint of something, something almost like satisfaction, Kharl
thought.
Three armsmen moved out from behind the captain and toward Kharl, each
with a long truncheon at the ready.
No! I didnt kill her. I didnt kill anyone. Kharl stepped back.
Thats what they all say. The captain made a motion.
Kharl took another step backward. Youve got the wrong person. I was out
here fighting the fire. Everyone here knows that.
A convenient diversion, no doubt. The young captain smiled. You and
all your friends down here need to learn some respect for the law, and
for those who rule Brysta.
I didnt do it, Kharl protested.
Take him, snapped the captain, still smiling.
Kharl wondered if he should try to run.
Then a searing blow struck him from behind. He tried to turn, and he was
struck again.
No! screamed someone.
That was the last word Kharl heard before he toppled into blackness.
IX
here was a low groan, then another. After a time, Kharl realized that he
was the one groaning. He closed his mouth, and the sound stopped. Around
him was darkness. Underneath him was something hardvery hard, slimy, and
damp. His head was pounding. He levered one hand under him, then the
other. His hand slipped, and he tried again. It took him more tries than
he could count to get into a sitting position.
He put his hand to the back of his head, gently, wincing as his
fingers touched the huge lump there. As he lowered his hand, in the
dimness that was like night, he could barely make out the dark substance
on his fingertips blood.
His eyes took in the area around him. He was in a small, stonewalled
chamber with a heavy door that had but the smallest peephole, through
which a faint glow of light seeped, so little that he could not tell
whether it was day or night.
What you in here for?
Kharl turned his head quickly, and more pain lanced through his skull.
The words came from a figure sitting propped against the outside stone
wall.
They say I killed someone. I didnt.
Thats what everyone says. The shadowy figure cackled. None of us did
nothin, we didnt, and some of us didnt.
Kharl started to respond, but then winced as pain stabbed through his
skull.
Dont matter what you did. Justicers going to say you did, less he
finds someone else who did. That doesnt happen much.
Kharl eased himself across the damp and slimy stone floor to the other
side of the cell, leaning back gingerly, careful not to bang his head
against the rough wall stones.
You dont look like an assassin or a docker, offered the other man.
Im a cooper. Kharl took a deeper breath and wished he had not. The air
was rank with the odors of unwashed bodies, filth, and worse.
Cooper, huh. You a good cooper?
I thought so.
Whyd you kill someone, risk losing all that?
I didnt, Kharl said tiredly. My neighbors shop caught on fire. I was
fighting the fire, and someone cut the throat of one of those
black-staffers in my shop.
Ha! Theyll hang you quick as they can. Lord West, he dont want to tell
the black demons that the murderer got away. Dont want them shelling
Brysta. No, ser. That he dont. Hang anyone he can to stop that.
Kharl could see the truth in what the other had said. But what could he
do? They dont let anyone see you here?
You jesting? Wont see anyone till you go before the justicer. Thatd be
Reynol, cause he hangs everyone, and thats what theyll want. Four
sentencesthats all they got. Flogging, time in the quarries, cut off a
hand
or foot or both, or hang you. You, theyll hang. Dont matter you did it
or
not.
Youre cheerful. Kharl swallowed.
Yep. Cheerful Kaj, thats what they call me.
What about you? Why are you here?
Me? I called that pigswill Egen a bawdson.
For that, youre in here?
Lucky to be alive. Egens Lord Wests youngest, captain in the Watch.
Likes girls, young girls. Didnt know he was watchin said he wasnt man
enough to handle a real woman. Whole tavern laughed. Didnt say nothing.
When I came out later, his men were waitin and
here I am.
Kharl had the sinking feeling that Egen and the young swell whod
attacked Sanyle and Jenevra were the same man. There were too many
coincidences far too many.
He could feel himself beginning to sweat, and with the nausea he was
feeling intermittently, he wondered if he could hold his guts in.
Egen real pissprick and his daddy just looks the other way
That didnt surprise Kharl.
X
A day passed, and then another. Kharl thought it might have been three
days since the fire, and since someone had killed Jenevra. That was if
hed only been knocked out for less than a day. He walked back and forth,
if taking three small steps between walls could be called walking. He
stopped and coughed, then walked some more.
That wont do any good, observed Kaj from the corner of the cell the
opposite outside corner from the slop bucket. I know, Kharl replied,
but I cant just sit here.
Might as well. Not goin anywhere. Except dancin on air.
If its so important to hang me, Kharl said, why hasnt anyone done
anything?
You in a hurry to get strung up? asked Kaj.
No.
Then dont ask for it.
But, Id think
Simple. They brought you in on sixday. Justicers and lords like long
end-days. Lord West is gettin old. Needs the days off to keep his sons
at bay. Todays oneday, I figure. Takes a day for the scriveners to write
up things formal like. Maybe longer. They dont hurry once youre locked
away. They wont come for you till tomorrow, earliest.
What about you?
Leave me here for another eightday. Drag me out and flog me, if Im
lucky Egens still a pissprick.
Why doesnt Lord West rein him in?
Cause hes a smart pissprick. Never gets caught. Always brings you in
law-like. Me, drunk too much. Claimed I was soused and disorderly. Was
lucky. Hed been really put out, and hed a planted a ladys brooch or
somethin on me. Thats what he did to Fliser. Twice. Second time, they
hung him.
Lord West knows that?
Knows some of it. Doesnt care, Id say. Older son, Osten, hes more
like his father. Rotten, but not all the way through like Egen. What they
say anyway
Kharl wanted to shake his head. Hed always suspected those sorts of
things happened, but when hed suggested it to Charee, shed have nothing
to do with his suggestions. For her, all that mattered was that the
streets were orderly, no matter how Lord West and his justicers got the
job done.
Not so bad as Gorl, though
Kharl was certain that he didnt want to hear about Gorl, but there was
no way to stop the garrulous Kaj, and he supposed, no reason to. All
Kharl could do was to walk a few steps and fret, or sit and stew. He
tried not to breathe deeply as he walked back across the cell.
XI
Despite Kajs predictions, the gaolers did not come for Kharl until
threeday, slightly before midmorning. They took a bucket and splashed
water over his hands and face and let him dry both with a small rough
towel. Then they bound his hands before him and marched him up the narrow
stone staircase. He climbed three flights of steps with centers hollowed
by years of wear before they reached a door that led out into the
courtyard of the Justicers Hall. The sky was gray, threatening rain, but
the stone pavement was dry. Kharl glanced at the gallows scaffold at the
north end of the courtyard, and below it, the flogging frames.
How had it all come to pass? All hed done was try to help two women and
a neighbor, and he was going to be hanged for a killing he
hadnt done?
The unseasonably cool wind carried a sour odor to and around Kharl, a
smell similar to rotting fish, even as he kept looking at the scaffold.
Youll be seeing that soon enough, fellow. One of the gaolers armsmen
said, yanking Kharl to start him across the courtyard toward the narrow
door at the back of the Hall.
Kharl stumbled, then caught his balance, walking deliberately. The
armsmen did not try to hurry him. When they reached the outer door, one
stepped ahead and opened it. Inside, they guided Kharl along a narrow
corridor that ended at another door, which the same armsman opened, and
which led into a foyer. On the left side of the foyer was a single set of
double doors, through which the three proceeded.
The chamber in which Kharl found himself was large, but not so large as
the outside of the Justicers Hall would have suggested. The width was
about thirty cubits, the length fifty, and the ceiling height was roughly
ten. At the end of the chamber were two daises, one behind the other,
each holding a podium desk of age-darkened white oak that had turned a
deep brownish gold. At the seat behind the lower dais sat a round-faced,
blocky, and gray-haired man with a square-cut gray beard who wore a blue
velvet gown, trimmed in black.
The single seat on the upper dais, its high, carved back gilded and
upholstered in blue velvet, was vacant.
Kharl and the two armsmen stopped beside a heavyset man in a
blue-and-gold tunic, who looked to the armsmen. You should have brought
him sooner. Then he lifted the heavy staff and rapped it on the stones
of the floor three times, hard enough that the sound echoed through the
chamber. All the murmurs died away. All stand!
Since Kharl was on his feet, he merely kept standing.
Is there one who would take the Justicers Challenge? intoned the
bailiff, barely pausing before continuing. There being none, the cooper
Kharl is here, accused of murder, to be brought before justice!
Kharl wondered what the Justicers Challenge was, and who might take
itor whybut no one said anything about it.
The man at the lower dais stood, his eyes fixing on the armsmen and Kharl.
Bailiff, intoned the justicer after he stood, bring forth the cooper
Kharl.
Thats you, murmured one of the armsmen. Step firm.
Escorted by the two armsmen, Kharl walked to the armless chair set in the
open space forward of the rows of benches. Standing before the benches to
the right were several armsman and the Watch captain who had ordered
Kharl taken. Before the benches to the left were Charee, Father Jorum,
and Mallamet, the cooper whose shop was on Eighth Cross and Cargo Road.
Keep standing, whispered the armsman.
You, the cooper Kharl, have been charged with the murder of the
blackstaffer Jenevra. What you say or believe is not a question. We are
here to do justice, and that justice is to determine whether you killed
that blackstaffer. The justicer cleared his throat, then seated himself.
From behind Kharl came a rap of the staff. All may sit.
Sit down, hissed the armsman.
Kharl sat, arms still bound before him. He looked at the justicer, but
the man never seemed to look back at him.
Justice calls upon Egen, captain of the Watch, called the justicer.
The captain stood and stepped forward until he was but four paces back
from the dais. He bowed. Lord Justicer Reynol.
You arrested the cooper. Please tell the Hall what happened.
Yes, Lord Justicer. Egen bowed again before speaking. It was last
sixday. Someone rang the fire bells, and we proceeded up Crafters Lane.
When we arrived at the fireit was at the scriptoriumthe crafters and
the scrivener had quenched the fire, but someone was screaming. She said
something like, No! Shes dead. You cut her throat. That was what I
heard.
Thats not Kharl started.
Silence! You will be heard, cooper, added the justicer. Continue, if
you will, Captain Egen.
Wed come because of the fire. Sometimes, thieves set them, and
sometimes people try to loot shops. So, when I heard that, I went into
the coopers shop and found the blackstaffer. She was on the floor, and
her throat had been cut. Egen inclined his head slightly. There was a
bloody knife next to the body. The coopers apprentice admitted that the
knife belonged to the cooper, that it was a drawing knife. His consort
had accused him in public. He tried to escape, and it took three armsmen
to subdue him.
Reynol nodded. That will be all for the moment. Please remain here
in the Hall.
Yes, Lord Justicer. Egen bowed again, politely.
Charee, consort of Kharl, please stand and come forward.
Charee stood. Her steps toward the dais were unsteady. She did not look
at Kharl, and her eyes were fixed on the floor stones before her.
You are Charee, consort of Kharl. Is that correct?
Yes Lord.
You understand that you must tell the truth, and that if you do not, you
also will be punished?
Yes, Lord. Charees voice trembled.
How did the blackstaffer come to the cooperage?
Kharl carried her in. Shed been beaten, bad, ser, left in the
ser-viceway to die. We couldnt leave her on the street, but Charee
looked down.
Go on.
Um blackstaffers Id heard tales and I told Kharl she could stay, but
only in the shop, not in our quarters up the stairs, and that she had to
leave soon as she could.
What did he say?
He said we couldnt throw her out on the street.
What happened after that?
We put her on the old apprentices pallet in the shop, and I cleaned her
up, and got her some blankets. She slept some, then woke up, but she
couldnt see proper. Said she was seeing two instead of one
How long was she in the shop?
Lets see, ser. It was fourday when Kharl found her, and sixday when
when the fire happened.
Tell us what happened that morning.
I brought down some bread and cider, and the blackstaffers clothes. Id
mended them. I helped her dress. See we were going to take her to Father
Jorum so she wouldnt be in the shop once she could walk and get around.
Then I went upstairs to get the morning meal for Kharl and the boys.
Kharl ate and came down to the shop. A while later, I heard a boom, and
people yelling, and then there was smoke. I came down and I thought she
was lying down except there was blood and she wasnt moving, and I ran
out front and told everyone.
What did you say? Do you recall the exact words?
I I said I think I said No! Shes dead. Someone cut her throat.
You didnt say that your consort cut her throat?
No, ser. Charee straightened.
Are you certain? Why didnt you?
It well, ser didnt seem hardly likely. He could have just left her.
No reason for him to bring her home, then cut her throat. Sides, he was
out front fighting the fire.
After a moment, Reynol nodded. You may return to the bench. I must ask
you to remain.
The cooper Mallamet, step forward.
The stoop-shouldered older cooper stepped toward the dais with a gait
that was not quite a shuffle.
Your name?
Mallamet. Im a cooper, honored justicer.
You know you must tell the truth or face punishment?
Yes, ser.
What do you know of the prisoner Kharl?
Hes a cooper, ser. Mallamet looked at the smooth stone floor tiles.
Hes accused of killing a blackstaffer from Reduce. What do you know of
this?
He had her in his shop. I knew that, ser. And he was making black
oak barrels. He was using her to use order to make his barrels better
than he could hisself.
How did you know that?
Everyone knew that.
How did you know that?
Folks at the Tankard were talking about it, how he was workin late, no
one around, and they heard her chanting stuff.
Lord Wests wizard has inspected those barrels, and there is no
additional order infused in them.
I was just tellin what I knew.
Did you tell everyone this so that you could take business from the
cooper Kharl?
Ser?
You heard the question, cooper.
Ser I was just tellin what I heard
Bailiff!
Lord Justicer. The bailiff stepped forward.
Have the cooper Mallamet taken into custody for false witness. Ten
lashes.
Armsmen! To the fore!
Ser no, ser. I was just tellin.
Silence!
Kharl just watched, totally puzzled, as two armsmen escorted Mallamet out
of the Hall of Justice. If the justicer and Lord West wanted to hang
Kharl, why were they arresting Mallamet? But why had the justicer not
asked more questions about what had happened?
The cooper Kharl.
Stand, hissed one of the armsmen behind Kharl.
Kharl lurched to his feet, unsteadily. Lord Justicer. He bowed his
head, then looked up, straight at the justicer.
Earlier, cooper, you had objected to the testimony of Captain Egen. Now,
you have a chance to tell what happened.
Honored justicer, Kharl began carefully, it all started when I was
carrying sealant back from Hyesal the apothecarys shop He told the
entire story as it had happened, ending with,  and when the captain
said Id killed her, I tried to explain that I hadnt done anything. I
didnt run. I didnt do anything except I said I didnt do it, and then
someone hit me over the head, and I woke up in gaol.
How do you explain that the blackstaffer was killed with one of your
drawing knives?
There were lots of people around the front of the shop, ser. Anyone
could have walked in. Also, Im not a killer. I mean, I dont know how to
use a knife that way. I wouldnt know where to start.
Most crafters have a way to defend their shops. What is yours?
I keep a cudgel close by, ser. Its close enough to a forge hammer
And you are a cooper, and that means using a forge. Had you unbanked
your forge that morning?
No, ser. Charee and I had to walk Jenevrashe was the blackstaffer to
Father Jorums. I didnt want to waste the charcoal.
Have you anything else to say?
I didnt do it, ser.
But you did try to get away from the armsmen, did you not?
No, ser. I said I didnt do it. I might have backed up one step, but I
didnt try to get away. They were saying I did something I didnt.
That will be all. Please be seated.
Kharl felt as though the justicer hadnt really paid any attention to his
words. But there was no way out of the Hall, not with his hands bound,
and armsmen behind him and all around the Hall.
Lord justicer! The bailiff in gold and blue rapped his staff on the
stone floor of the chamber.
The justicer looked at the functionary. Yes, bailiff?
Your honor there is a witness. He has a pass from the Quad-rancy.
The frown of the justicer was so fleeting that Kharl would not have seen
it had he even blinked. Very well. Have him step forward and state his
name.
There was a slight sound behind the justicer, and a slender, gray-haired
man, clean-shaven and in blue velvet, his tunic trimmed in gold, slipped
into the seat at the higher dais behind the justicer, a seat that had
been vacant throughout the trial. Even from where he sat, Kharl could see
that the newcomer was old, and that there were dark circles ringing his
deep-set eyes.
The figure who stepped forward from beside the bailiff as a witness was
Tyrbel, wearing the black robe that he had told Kharl was for appearances
before the justicers.
State your name.
I am Tyrbel, scrivener of Brysta, your honor of justice. The scrivener
bowed deeply.
What have you to say to what has been offered as evidence, master
scrivener?
What I have to say, your honor of justice, is most plain. Tyrbel looked
squarely at the justicer. Kharl could not have killed the black-staffer.
He is a good man, but there is another reason why he could not have
killed her. She was still alive when he left his cooperage to fight the
fire, and he was still with me and the others using the buckets when his
consort came out to tell him that something terrible had happened.
How do you know the blackstaffer was still alive? The justicers face
bore more curiosity than anger.
I saw her leaning on his workbench through the window when I called for
help. She was still standing there when Kharl came out.
So your scriptorium was burning, and you had time to watch? The
justicers sarcasm was scarcely veiled.
Kharl looked at Tyrbel. The scrivener was perfectly calm. What Tyrbel
said was true. Jenevra had been alive. But Tyrbel had not actually seen
that, and Kharl had not talked to Tyrbel since the murder.
I only watched for a moment. It was long enough to see that Kharl had
heard and was coming to help.
Justicer? interjected the clean-shaven and elderly man in the high
seat, before another word could be said.
Yes, Lord West?
Lord West looked squarely at the scrivener. Are you absolutely certain
that the cooper could not have turned back and killed the black-staffer?
Yes, Lord. I had barely reached the fire barrel when Kharl was
beside me.
And he had no blood on him? asked the lord.
No, ser.
Does he wear the same garments now as then?
Tyrbel turned and studied Kharl. Yes, ser. They are more soiled, but
they are the same.
I would note, Lord Justicer, that while there is filth on his tunic,
there does not seem to be any blood.
It is so noted, replied Reynol.
Lord West sat back, an amused expression on his face.
Kharl didnt know what to think. One moment, he was convinced he would be
hanged, and the next Lord West was suggesting that he could not have
killed Jenevra.
Jorum, priest of the Sovereign, please come forward.
Father Jorum rose from one of the benches to the left and walked forward,
past Kharl.
I will not trouble you with reminders, Jorum. Just answer directly.
Yes, Lord Justicer.
What did the woman Charee say to you about the blackstaffer?
Very little, ser. She said that someone had been hurt and that she
wanted them to finish recovering away from the cooperage.
Away from the cooperage? Did she say why?
She only said that she didnt want the person to stay at the cooper-age.
She gave no reason?
No, ser. Except she said that she was having trouble with Kharl over it.
She said that she might ask me to talk to the cooper.
Did you?
No, ser. She never did ask me.
Has she talked to you since?
She came to me on sixday and asked me what to do about her consort. She
told me that the Watch had taken the body of the blackstaffer and that
they had taken Kharl. She was very upset.
Did she say anything about the killing?
She only said that she wished it had not happened, that she wished the
blackstaffer had never come to Brysta, and that she wished that she had
not allowed the woman even in the cooperage.
Was that all?
She asked for me to pray for her and her children.
You may return to the bench, Jorum.
The priest inclined his head, then stepped back.
Captain Egen, Reynol stated. Approach the dais.
Egen rose, almost languidly, and stepped forward, stopping and bowing.
When you arrived with the Watch, Captain, did anyone have blood on their
clothing? asked the justicer.
Egen frowned for a moment, as if recalling, before speaking. The
coopers consort did. She was the only one. There was blood on her
blouse.
Did you examine the body?
Yes, ser.
How was the blackstaffer killed?
The blackstaffer had a large jagged cut across her neck, ser.
A jagged cut?
Yes, ser.
Did you look at the barrels of the cooper?
Kharl frowned. What did his barrels have to do with anything?
Yes, ser.
Are they well made?
Very well made, ser, in my judgment, but I am not a cooper.
And the cooper was not ill or trembling, or drunk when your men took him
into custody?
No, ser. He was quite in possession of himself.
You may stand back, captain. The justicer looked to the bailiff. Have
the woman Charee step forward.
Charee looked from the justicer to the bailiff before stepping toward the
dais.
Did you like the blackstaffer?
Charee seemed to step back.
Would you answer the question?
No, ser.
Why not?
Theyre
Theyre what?
Theyre evil
Reynol nodded. Do you ever work with the coopers tools?
No, ser. I see em, but I dont work with them.
Could you explain why you had blood on your blouse?
Blood on me? Cause I saw her lyin there, and I bent down to see what
was the matter. She was dead.
Are you certain of that? asked the justicer.  Course she was dead.
Ill ask you again. Are you certain the blackstaffer was dead? Kharl
glanced from the justicer to his consort, and back again. He didnt
understand the questions, or the reason for them.
She was dead.
Reynol nodded, then gestured to the bailiff. Restrain her.
No! I didnt do nothing! Charee protested, turning, then stopping as
two armsmen appeared and bound her hands behind her back.
The Hall of Justice has heard enough.
All stand! The bailiff rapped the stone floor with the staff.
One of the armsmen had to drag Kharl to his feet. The cooper looked
blankly at the justicer.
There are a number of facts of great import here. First, the cooper was
fighting the fire, and noted witnesses saw him doing so, and also saw the
blackstaffer alive. Second, dead bodies do not bleed profusely. There may
be some blood, but it is limited. Third, the slash on the black-staffers
neck was a jagged cut. Although the cut was made with a coopers knife,
the cooper is a man skilled with the use of a knife, and the cut was made
with a less skilled hand. Fourth, the cooper had no signs of blood on his
tunic. Only one person did, and that person had to be the killer of the
blackstaffer.
No! Kharl exclaimed.
Silence!
Keep your trap shut, hissed one of the armsmen holding Kharl.
The justicer looked squarely at Charee. You would have let your consort
die for an act you committed. That is most heinous. You have been found
guilty of the murder of the blackstaffer Jenevra.
No no The slightest of sobs escaped Charee.
Reynol turned his eyes upon Kharl. You did not kill, but you allowed the
killing to take place. Further, you resisted the lawful authority of the
Watch. Of both offenses are you guilty. The justicer turned and looked
to Lord West. The woman Charee has been found guilty of murdering the
backstaffer, and the cooper Kharl has been found guilty of failing to
protect the defenseless under his care and of resisting lawful authority.
So be it, intoned the lord. He looked to Charee, who looked down at the
polished stones of the floor, then to Kharl.
The cooper returned the gaze of the Lord of the Quadrant, fearlessly.
The sentence for the woman Charee is death by hanging. The cooper is
sentenced to twenty lashes for neglect, and another ten for insolence to
civil authority. Let the sentences be carried out immediately. Justice
delayed is justice denied. West struck the silver chime that
rested on the desk of the dais before him. Justicing is done.
The two armsmen tightened their grip on Kharl.
You arent going to make trouble, now, cooper?
No Kharl choked.
How could he? What could he do, with armsmen all around him, and the
insufferable swell Egen and another group of armsmen standing by? He
watched, silently, as Charee was half carried, half dragged, away.
Just turn real easy, cooper.
Kharl turned. He still didnt understand. Charee couldnt have killed
Jenevra, could she? Why would she have done that? It didnt feel right.
His legs moved, and he saw, but he was not really aware of what he saw or
where he walked, not until the armsmen brought him up short outside in
the courtyard under the gray sky, just short of the center flogging frame.
Now, were going to untie your hands, cooper. You try to get away, and
its another twenty strokes. That makes fifty, and most men dont live
with fifty.
Kharl nodded. He understood, not that it mattered in some ways, but he
didnt see any point in doing something stupid that could get him killed
for nothing.
Once Kharl was secured to the flogging frame, Captain Egen appeared,
stepping forward and motioning the armsmen away, including the one with
the whip. He stopped less than two cubits from the cooper. When the
captain spoke, his voice was soft and very low. Usually, we do the
flogging first, but then you wouldnt be able to see what happened to
your consort, and I want you to see that, cooper. I want you to
understand that Lord West is the law. I want you to understand that it is
not ever a good idea to think that you should judge or question your
betters. Egen paused. Now, do you have anything to say?
Kharl had plenty to say, but not where he was. No, ser.
You should never have intruded on the affairs of your betters, cooper.
Perhaps you can learn. If you cannot well, you will see how youll end
up. Its only a matter of time. Egen smiled and stepped back.
Kharl wanted to look away, but thought that would be cowardice of a sort.
He watched as Charee half walked, and was half dragged, up the steps to
the scaffold platform. Overhead, the gray clouds roiled and darkened, but
without thunder, and without rain.
Two of the armsmen tied her wrists together, behind her back.
I didnt do it Charees words were faint but clear. I didnt. She was
dead
Enough. The burly hangman pulled a heavy black bag over Charees head,
then put the noose in place.
An off-tempo drumroll echoed through the courtyard, although Kharl could
not see the drummer.
The hangman stepped back and pulled a lever. The trap dropped.
Kharl winced.
Within moments, Charees body hung limply.
Begin the flogging! snapped Egen.
Kharl didnt feel the lash for the first stroke, and not much for the
second.
He lost track after ten, and he didnt feel the last ones, either. That
was because he felt nothing at all.
XII
At some point, Kharl recalled being dragged into a cart, facedown. But
each time the cart rolled over something, his back turned from a mass of
pain into lightning strikes of agony, followed by blackness. About the
time when he struggled into wakefulness again, despite the searing pain
across his back, several people carried him somewhere, saying things he
should have recalled, but didnt.
When he woke, thin knives of pain slashed down his back.
Ohh
I know. It has to hurt. But they flogged your tunic and undertunic into
your skin, and if I dont clean it out, it will fester, and you will die.
Kharl knew he should recognize the womans voice, but the pain washed
over him so frequently that he could not concentrate. Go ahead, he
mumbled, his fingers digging into something.
Another strip of pain lanced down his back.
Im sorry, but the cloth, some of it, is matted into your flesh, and
theres even salt they poured in some places. The voice trembled for a
moment.
In a moment of clarity, Kharl recognized the speaker. Sanyle?
Yes. Father asked if Id help. Ive been cooking for the boys and
watching over you.
Thank you
Just try to lie still. Im mostly finished. Then I can clean out the
rest of the wounds. Father gave me something that will help numb your
back when Im done.
Go on
Agony alternated with blackness until he finally succumbed totally to the
darkness. Even then, the darkness was filled with unseen flame.
When Kharl woke again, he was lying facedown on his own bedthe bed he
and Charee had shared for so many years. He swallowed, thinking, for
there had been good times, if few in recent years. The thoughts of what
had happened so suddenly and for so little reason swirled through his
mind. At the same time, his back was still a mass of pain, and even the
slightest movement intensified the agony.
Between the two kinds of pain, it was a while before he realized someone
else was in the small bedchamber. Even so, he had to squint to make out
the figure sitting on the stool opposite the side of the bed his head
faced.
Warrl? Kharl croaked the single name.
Its me, Da. Warrl stood and went to the door. Hes awake. Then he
returned and sat back down.
Kharl said nothing. What could he say?
Da Sanyle said she said they hung Ma Why did they do it? Ma didnt
do anything.
Kharl tried to speak, but all he could do was cough, and for a moment, or
longer, blackness washed over him.
Warrl was still sitting there when Kharl could see once more.
Da?
They discovered no way I could have killed the black-staffer wanted
someone to hang tell the black demons
Why didnt you stop them? Why didnt you ?
Warrl, came a voice from behind Kharl, Sanyles soft voice, your
father tried. My father saw it all. Your da struggled against the
arms-men, but there were scores of them. Thats why they whipped him so
badly. He tried to stop them, and they whipped him more.
 why? He didnt kill anyone. Ma didnt, neither
Let him rest, Warrl. He did the best he could. He did more than most men
in Brysta would ever try.
Before the blackness reclaimed him, Kharl could hear Warrl sniffling, and
he wanted to reach out, to say more.
XIII
Jvharl woke abruptly, at the sound of voices beyond the closed bedchamber
door. From the light coming through the windows, and the damp warmth, it
seemed to be late afternoon or early evening. Slowly, he managed to
stand, even though every movement hurt, even after three days when hed
done little except eat and sleep. He made his way to the door, putting
his hand on the latch-lever. Then he stopped as the words in the main
room began to make sense.
 hed never understand
 sees more than you think Kharl thought the voice was Sanyles, but
it was hard to tell because she was speaking much less loudly than Arthal.
 never done except what he wanted never listened to any of us. He
should have listened to Ma he should have Arthals voice was loud and
angry.
 done more than youve seen, Arthal
 youre just sweet on him Ma not even gone an eightday
 who would cook and take care of him? You? You cant fire the stove or
boil water.
 can, too
 not that Ive seen
Why should I after what he did hasnt even written Aunt Merayni
Kharl winced at that. He should write Merayni, or even take a day to go
visit his consorts sister. The thought was painful, because Merayni
would blame him. She had a tongue far sharper than Charees had ever been.
The words died away.
Kharl coughed, then rattled the latch-lever before easing the door open.
He stepped through the doorway, then stopped. The two who had been
arguing were Arthal and Sanyle. Tyrbels youngest daughter, more than two
years older than Arthal, was slim and dark-haired, but with overlarge
eyes and a nose slightly larger and sharper than her face
merited.
Da? began Arthal, looking toward Kharl. It hurts, Kharl admitted.
But lying around isnt going to keep the cooperage going, or bring in
coins.
I suppose not, Arthal replied.
Doing too much too soon wont help much either, suggested Sanyle. Why
dont you sit down at the table? Suppers almost ready.
Wheres Warrl?
He was checking the door bars down below, Sanyle said. He should be
back here any moment. She turned back toward the stove.
Kharl eased his way into the chair where he usually sat, but he had to
sit on the edge so that his shoulders wouldnt touch the wooden spokes.
He glanced toward the stove, where Sanyle was standing and where Charee
had so often stood. For a moment, his eyes clouded, and he could not even
see. His lips tightened. Charee had been right about Jenevra bringing
trouble. Charee had been right about many things. But what was he
supposed to have done? Let the blackstaffer die?
The door from the shop swung open, then closed with a thud.
Everythings barred up, and I closed the shutters, too, Warrl announced
even before he stepped into the main room.
Thank you, Kharl said.
Da youre up.
After a fashion, Kharl admitted. Im slow. Probably be a few days
before I can do much in the shop. Or anywhere else, he suspected.
You going to keep on with the shop? asked Warrl.
Im a cooper. What else would I do?
Without Ma?
It will be hard, Kharl admitted.
Sanyle carried the stewpot to the table, setting it on the old wooden
trivet.
Kharl just looked at the pot, but his eyes blurred, and he couldnt
really see. After a moment, he said, Sanyle best you serve
Its the best I could do and the breads a little too crisp
Be fine Kharl choked.
Father sent over some ale. Said it would help you. Its in your mug.
You thank him Kharl reached gratefully for the mug and the ale it
held. The ale might help. It might.
XIV
wo mornings later, Kharl donned just an undertunica soft and old
oneabove his heavy brown boots and trousers and made his way down to the
cooperage. He slowly walked around the shop. The coals in the forge,
banked so many days ago, had long since turned to ashes, and the hearth
was covered in a fine film of ash powder around the fire pot. There was a
film of dust over everything.
He walked toward the wall where the apprentices pallet had been. It was
gone, and someone had scrubbed the floor planks. He leaned over. Set on
the bottom of the finishing bench were the black staff and Jenevras
pack. He wondered why the staff had been left. Because no one wanted to
touch it? Or had it just been overlooked and forgotten?
His fingers brushed the staff. For all that it had lain under the bench
for more than an eightday, the wood still felt warm to his touch. So did
the iron bands. He picked up the staff. Hed initially thought that it
had merely been stained dark, or that it was black oak. When he studied
it and held it, he could see that hed been wrong. The staff was lorken,
finegrained, and almost as strong as iron, if far lighter. The bands on
it, one near each end, and the other two equidistant between those at the
ends, were also not plain iron, but mage-fired black iron, the black iron
that could only be created in Reduce. Or so it was said.
 a warriors staff He shook his head and leaned the staff against the
wall. Then he stooped and picked up the canvas pack and set it on the
finishing bench.
Had Jenevra left anything in it that might have allowed someone to
contact family? Did she even have any? Slowly, he untied the thongs and
opened the flaps, before looking inside. There were clean underclothes,
and one spare set of trousers, and beneath that a soiled tunic
and undertunic, and beneath them a leather-bound book and a pouch. In the
pouch were clean rags and a bar of rose soap. That was all.
Kharl replaced everything in the pack, except for the book, which he
placed on the corner of the finishing bench before walking toward the
front of the shop. There, he deliberately unfastened the shutters and
swung them back. After that, he unbarred the front door, opened it, and
peered out. The day was cloudy, although the clouds were high and light
gray, if thick. Rain would not arrive before afternoon, if at all. He
glanced westward. Tyrbels glass had been repaired, and the window frames
replaced and painted, but, without walking over to the window and peering
through it, there was no way to tell if the scrivener had placed other
books in the display window.
The cooper stepped back into his cooperage, counting the barrel shooks
still in the high racks. He moved to the tool rack. Everything was there,
except for his best drawing knife. Hed miss that, but he counted himself
well off that nothing else seemed to be gone. He turned to the planer, as
dusty as everything else.
There was the sound of boots on the steps, and Kharl looked to the stairs.
Arthal stood halfway down, with a canvas duffel slung over his right
shoulder. He looked at his father without speaking.
You might have told me, Kharl said, mildly.
What is there to say? Arthals voice was flat.
Where youre going, the cooper suggested.
The Fleuryl had an opening for a carpenters apprentice. I took it. You
already said that you wouldnt stop me if there was a position.
Kharl refrained from saying that he had been speaking of a position in
Brysta. After what he had heard of the conversation between Sanyle and
Arthal two nights before, he saw no point in arguing over his past words.
He finally spoke. I wish you well, son. I hope it turns out as you would
like.
Could it turn out worse than staying here? asked Arthal coldly, making
his way to the bottom of the steps, then shifting the duffel to the other
shoulder.
It could, but, for your sake, I hope it doesnt. Kharl forced a faint
smile. You might remember that I was your age once. We all were.
Arthal was silent, his eyes avoiding Kharls.
You think I could have done more. You think that you could have
done more had you been in my boots. I hope you never find yourself in
them, not that way.
Da I dont want to say more.
After a moment, Kharl nodded. Then youd better go. Youre welcome here
anytime if you change your thoughts.
Arthal walked silently to the door of the cooperage.
Kharl did not follow him.
Then the younger man stopped. Good-bye, Da. He turned without waiting
for a response.
Good-bye. Kharl watched as the door closed. His vision blurred for a
moment, and he lifted his arm to blot his eyes, ignoring the additional
pain the motion caused. Neither boy was happy with him. Not happy? Both
were filled with anger and bitterness directed at him, as if he alone had
killed their mother.
Arthal was ready to waste his life at sea, and Warrl had bolted out
early, saying he had to catch up on his lessons with Master Fonwyl,
rather than stay anywhere near his father.
Kharl took a deep breath and walked to the racks where the shooks were
stacked, slowly taking down enough for a single red oak slack barrel.
Each motion hurt.
Hed have to take his time. That he knew. But what else could he do?
Hed laid out the shooks, set up the planer, and shaped four of the
shooks into rough staves when the door to the cooperage opened, and
Tyrbel walked in.
Kharl eased the shook he was working away from the planer and took his
foot off the drive pedal. He set the shook on the bench and walked
forward to meet the scrivener.
Kharl I am so sorry began Tyrbel.
The cooper shook his head. You have nothing to be sorry about. Should
have come over to thank youfor my life twice over. Without you and
Sanyle, Id not be here. Im still not thinking as a man should
Youve lost your consort, and youve taken a flogging that would have
killed a lesser man, my friend. Tyrbel smiled warmly. Perhaps because I
work with words, I know their limits. Ive seen your acts, and they are
far more eloquent than any words. I did what I could. The scrivener
looked down. I didnt have any idea that Justicer Reynol I didnt know
he could do something that base
Until I was in the gaol, neither did I. Kharl cleared his throat. The
man with me Kaj he said that Id hang. He said that Lord West needed to
hang someone to keep Reduce from shelling Brysta.
Reduce is not that vindictive, replied Tyrbel. That was an excuse
because you stood up to Egen.
Kaj said he was a pissprick.
I know. They hung Kaj yesterday. I had to be at the Hall for something
else when it happened.
They hung him? For calling Captain Egen a name? For being
drunk?
The charge was that he was a thief, that hed stolen some of the coin
hed used at the Tankard, and that the other was counterfeit, and that
hed been found guilty four times before.
1 dont know, Kharl said heavily. He didnt seem that type.
I doubt he was, Tyrbel said. Light! I wish that we had someone of
character these days, someone who would take the Justicers Challenge and
remove Reynol. Hes but a tool of young Egen. Tyrbel laughed ruefully.
Of course, Lurtedd is a tool of Osten.
Justicers Challenge? Hed heard of it, but would anyone dare? How did
it work?
Oh its a way that a man learned in law and justice can challenge a
justicer. But its seldom done, because, if he fails, he suffers the
punishment of those five people whose cases he takes.
Oh. After a moment of silence, Kharl added, Arthal left this morning.
Hes going to be a carpenters apprentice on some ship.
Im sure that hurts. But, given the way he feels, it would be worse for
him to stay here. Worse for him and much worse for you.
Did Sanyle tell you?
That the boys think its your fault? Yes we wont tell anyone else, but
she needed to talk to someone. Tyrbel paused. It wasnt your fault. A
man has to be a man, or hes nothing.
Kharl nodded. You spoke for me. Will that hurt you?
I would hope not. The angular scrivener shrugged, then brushed back a
lock of brown-and-silver hair. But you risked your life for Sanyle. How
could I not say the truth?
I am grateful. You were the only one.
Gharan would have. I asked him not to, unless something happened
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to me. He has small children. I also let it be known that there were many
who saw that you could not have murdered the girl.
That way ?
Tyrbel nodded. But that may not have been wise. I did not think that
they would turn on Charee when they heard in open justice that you were
innocent. They did not let anyone speak for her.
I tried.
They added extra lashes for that. Tyrbel paused. Egen was one of those
who tried to force Sanyle, wasnt he?
Yes. I didnt know that until the Watch came. Kaj told me who he was. He
told meCaptain Egen didbefore they whipped me, that I should never
question my betters. He said that hed hang me if I ever did again.
Hes petty, and meaner than a mountain cat in heat, but hes cunning.
Never says anything where anyone can hear, and always has some reason in
the law for what he does. You know that they gave Mallamet just ten
lashes for false witness. The lashes barely broke the skin.
So they can say they treated everything fair. Kharl snorted.
Tyrbel cleared his throat. I know some scriveners in Hemmen and Vizyn. I
wrote them to see if there might be a need for coopers there.
You think I should leave Brysta?
Tyrbel shrugged. I dont know. But best you keep both eyes open. You end
up in gaol again, for whatever reason, and you wont walk out, except to
the gallows.
Kharl nodded slowly.
Youve got some time. Egens cunning. Anything happens to you soon, and
people will talk, especially the crafters, and that would upset Lord
West. Tyrbel looked to the door. I have to go.
Thank you. You have been a friend. A true friend.
You told me that was what neighbors were for. The scrivener smiled.
Take your time in healing. Youll need your strength.
I can pay Sanyle some, Kharl said.
She would like that, but you dont have to.
Kharl felt he did, but he only smiled. Youve both been good to us.
After Tyrbel left, as Kharl walked back to the planer, he saw the
leather-bound book on the edge of the finishing bench. Perhaps he should
look at it in the evening. He couldnt afford enough ale to take
his mind off Charee, and he still needed to write Merayni if he could
only find the words.
Maybe puzzling through the book would help, one way or another.
He needed something.
XV
Because he knew how Warrl felt, Kharl did not press the boy to speak,
except for his work, or request that his son stay too close to the
cooperage for the next several days. He did insist on Warrl doing his
chores, and his lessons, and on eating with Kharl and Sanyle.
On fiveday evening, as they were finishing supper, Kharl looked at Warrl.
How are your lessons going?
Im going every day. You know that. Master Fonwyl says Ill never pass
the craftmaster examination.
He said that?
Yes, ser, Warrl averred.
Did he say why?
Warrl did not meet Kharls eyes. Kharl waited.
He said all order would turn to chaos before a son of yours was allowed
to be a craftmaster in Brysta. Warrl looked up at Kharl. Why do they
all hate you? What did you do to make them hate me?
They dont all hate me. Tyrbel doesnt. Gharan doesnt. Hyesal
doesnt.
They dont matter. Lord West and the justicers matter. The craft-masters
matter. And they all hate you.
Everyone matters, Kharl offered, not sure what he could say.
Its not right. They shouldnt hate me. Not because of what you did. Not
because Im your son.
They shouldnt. People dont always do whats right. You know that
dont you?
Why Warrl looked up. Im sorry, Da
Your father did the best he could, Sanyle said. There are evil
people in Brysta. Some of them are powerful. Do you think he should not
do good because of them?
What good does it do? Warrl asked. The blackstaffer died, and Ma died,
and Da, he almost died.
Kharl looked at Sanyle and gave the slightest of headshakes. He did not
want her to mention what he had done for her. That would just give Warrl
a chance to direct his anger at her. The young woman waited for a moment
before she answered Warrl. My father always has said that if you do good
because you expect to be rewarded, it is not good at all, but greed.
Then Ill be greedy when I get older, Warrl said. What good is it if
you cant live to enjoy it?
Kharl cleared his throat. Did Master Fonwyl say if you had learned
enough to pass the mastercrafter examination if you werent my son?
Warrl looked up, surprised. After a moment, he replied. He said I know
enough.
Are you telling me what he said or what you think?
No, Da. He said I knew as much as most craftmasters.
Then, theres no reason for you to keep taking lessons, is there?
You mean that, Da?
I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it. Of course, that means youll be
able to help in the shop more.
Thats more interesting than Master Fonwyl. Warrl paused. Can I go
over to Hergans now?
If youre careful and back before full dark.
Thank you, Da Warrl looked at Sanyle. Thank you for dinner.
Youre welcome, Warrl.
Neither Sanyle nor Kharl spoke until Warrl had closed the door and headed
down the stairs and through the cooperage. Kharl heard the front door
shut.
You dont want him to know that some of what you did saved others?
asked Sanyle.
That would make him angry at you. It wouldnt make him less angry at
me. The cooper shrugged. Not much I can do about that. He rose and
carried his bowl and Warrls to the wash table.
After a moment, Sanyle followed his example. Ill do the dishes. She
smiled briefly. You are paying me.
Not enough, Kharl said. I appreciate the cooking. Not something Id do
well. Not well enough to eat what I fixed.
He did let Sanyle do the dishes, although he put them away in the single
cupboard, another piece of furniture he had made years before. Thinking
of that time, his eyes misted for a moment, and he shook his head. What
had happened? Did it happen to others?
He could not answer his own questions. So he put the last bowl
away.
After Sanyle had left, and he was alone in the main room, he adjusted the
wick in the lamp on the table by the one easy chair and picked up the
black leather book he had brought up from the shop. He had to lean back
into the chair very gingerly.
Slowly, he studied the slender tome, noting the fineness of the binding.
There were no words on the cover or on the spine, just smooth black
leather. He opened the front cover to the title page and read the words:
The Basis of Order. That was all. There was no explanation, and no name
for an author. He turned another page. The text began abruptly, under a
simple numeral 1. He began to read.
Order is life; chaos is death. This is fact, not belief. Each living
creature consists of ordered parts that must function together
Order extends down to the smallest fragments of the world. By influencing
the smallest ordered segments to create a new and ordered form, an
order-master may change where land exists and where it does not, where
rain will fall and where it will not In contrast, control of chaos is
simply the ability to sever one ordered segment of the world from
another without the use of order, focused destruction is the highest
level of control to which a chaos-master can aspire
Simple as these words are, learning about what order and chaos truly are
is far from simple. One might say that order is like water, that it can
change forms, and that it is vital to life, and that without it nothing
lives That is less than the beginning
Kharl skipped to the next page.
Learning without understanding can but increase the frustration of the
impatient, for knowledge is like the hammer of a
smith, useless in the hands of the unskilled and able to do nothing but
injure the user who has not both knowledge and understanding All things
are not possible, even to the greatest, and even to those with
understanding
Kharl lowered the book, frowning, but not closing it, thinking
XVI
On sixday, Kharl was feeling stronger, but not strong enough to use the
forge to finish the hoops for the slack barrels. Instead, he contented
him self with working on the red oak shooks, first with the planer then
spending time with the hollowing knife, including some time workine with
Warrl, showing him some of the finer points of using the knife
Just before noon, the door opened, and a short wiry figure with a ginger
beard and wearing a brown overtunic stepped into the cooper age. He
glanced around, then, catching sight of Kharl, squared his shoulders, and
moved toward the planer where Kharl stood From the other workbench, Warrl
watched.
Master Senstad, the cooper said politely.
Cooper.
Kharl waited, suspecting he knew what was coming, but not wanting to make
matters easy for the grower.
Id ordered twenty barrels, tight cooperage.
You did, for harvest.
I can only use five, Kharl. Im sorry but the harvest isnt goine to be
that good. Too dry early in the summer. Senstads eyes never once met
Khans.
Kharl could sense the lie, but he only nodded. Been a bad year for many
folk. Least, thats what they say. *
Til pick up the five next sixday pay you then. That be all right? The
barrelsU be ready.
Good. Senstad paused. Im sorry. You know how these things are 
ies.Ido.lt happens.
The grower nodded and turned. At the door, he turned back. Next
sixday.
Theyll be ready, Kharl promised, and that was one he could keep.
The door closed.
Hes lying, Warrl said. Hergan said the growers are having a good
year, best in a long time. Why?
He probably owes tariffs or money to Lord West. He rents some of his
land from the lord, I think.
Why did he say he wanted five barrels, then? Warrls face showed
puzzlement.
If he canceled the order, hed still owe a quarterthatd be what hed
pay for five barrels. So this way, he gets five good barrels, and he
doesnt lose anything, and he can tell everyone that was all he could
do.
Da Warrl finally looked down without saying more.
You can go over to Hergans for a time, if youd like.
Id like that. You dont mind?
You can go, Kharl said. Ill be all right.
Warrl didnt wait, and within moments Kharl was alone in the
cooperage.
He went back to the planer.
In midafternoon there was a solid rap on the loading dock door.
Kharl frowned, but walked back to the door and opened it.
Werwal stood there, in his soiled leathers, his wagon in the alley behind
him. Good afternoon, cooper.
Good afternoon, Werwal.
Wasnt sure Id be seeing you. Not after everything I heard, offered
the renderer. You feeling all right?
Ive felt better, Kharl confessed. Good thing Id finished your
barrels last eightday. Still too sore to use the forge.
Werwal laughed, a rueful sound. Most fellows wouldnt be standing after
what you went through. He paused. I could hold off on the barrels, if
you need them for someone else
Theyre ready. If you want them, theyre yours. Cant say as Ive been
overrun with orders the past few days.
You wont be, I fear. Egens lets just say that he dislikes losing.
Because youre alive, he feels hes lost.
How do you know so much about him about what goes on?
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Werwals laugh was more open this time. No one holds their tongue around
Tenderers and rag-pickers. Who are we, dealing with the dregs of offal?
Kharl realized something else that he should have noticed sooner. The
Tenderer was far better spoken than most crafters, but that was hardly
something that he could mention. Always felt how a man does his craft
reckons his value more than what it is.
Your barrels show it. Werwal gestured to the slack barrels by the
loading door. Are those mine?
That they arethe first five.
Ill get them. You dont need to be lifting them right now.
I can help
You roll them over, and Ill lift em, suggested the Tenderer.
Rolling the empty barrels was no problem for the cooper, and before long
all five were in the Tenderers wagon.
Werwal closed the wagon gate and walked back to the loading door where
Kharl stood.
I owe you three silvers and four coppers. The Tenderer extended the
coins. Long as youre here, Ill be ordering barrels. I dont need too
many, but they need to be good.
I thank you, Kharl replied. You seem free to say what you think when
others will not even hint at it.
The lanky man grinned. Who else would do what I do? That gives me the
freedom to say a bit more, though there are those to whom I would not
speak so freely.
You dont worry about it?
I dont worry too much, Werwal replied. No one else wishes to do what
I do. The Tenderer smiled. Youre always welcome if you dont mind the
odor.
Youre always welcome here, Kharl responded.
For that, cooper, I thank you. Werwal offered a last smile. I need to
get back. He turned and lithely vaulted up onto the wagon seat.
As the wagon rolled down the alley away from the loading dock, Kharl
wondered about Werwals invitation.
Would things change that much, so much that the only place he might be
welcome was with Brystas Tenderer?
XVII
By the beginning of the next eightday, Kharl was almost back to feeling
normal, except that too much bending still sent shivers of pain through
his back. He was only slightly slower than usual, but hed seen few of
his normal customers. Some, like Korlan, he didnt expect to see for
several more eightdays, although hed begun work on the vintners white
oak barrels, after finishing the five for Senstad.
About midmorning on threeday, as Kharl was planing white oak shooks into
staves for Korlans barrels, Aryl eased through the door of the cooperage.
Kharl glanced at Warrl, who had been working with the chiv to smooth the
rims of a red oak slack barrel. You can take a break, if youd
like.
Thank you, Da. Might I go outside?
If you dont go too far.
With a nod and a smile, Warrl turned, sliding something thin and white
and oblong into his tunic, like a folded sheet of paper, better than the
kind Warrl had used for his lessons. Kharl wondered what it was, but
didnt want to ask when Aryl was headed toward him.
The boy slipped to the side away from Aryl, waiting until Aryl was
farther inside the cooperage before easing behind the brown-bearded and
stocky man, then out the door.
How you doing, Kharl? asked the square-faced apple grower.
Been better been worse. You ready to order some barrels? Kharl set the
stave he had just finished aside and took his foot off the drive pedal of
the planer.
Depends you wouldnt talk much when I was offering seven coppers
apiece.
Still wouldnt, Kharl said. Not much sense in selling something for
less than the iron and oak cost. Told you that the price was ten coppers
each.
I dont know, Kharl A silver a barrel thats a lot Mallame offers
slack barrels for eight coppers.
You get what you pay for, Aryl, Kharl replied.
Doesnt matter that much for slack barrels when youre shippin apples,
and two coppers a barrel adds up when you need twenty. Thats four
silvers.
What about the ones you used for the apples you dry and put on Nenalts
ships? asked the cooper.
Aryl fingered his beard. Youd have the right of it there. But Id be
needing just ten of those.
What about twenty for nine coppers each? suggested Kharl.
Hmmm eighteen silvers, thatd be.
Youd be getting more than two silvers worth in the better barrels.
Kharl didnt like cutting his prices. That led to ruin, but hed also
checked the strongbox, and he needed more coin, or at least the promise
of it, in order to claim the seasoned shook billets from Vetrad.
Well seeing the way things are Ill try twenty at nine each. Be
needing them the end of next eightday.
Kharl waited.
Five silvers now; four on oneday, and the other nine when I pick up the
barrels.
Kharl thought. Usually, Aryl paid half with the order, but oneday was
less than an eightday away, and he did need the orders. Seeing as its
you, Aryl, thatd be fine, and your barrelsll be ready an eightday from
sixday.
Thatd be good. The grower reached for his belt wallet and laid out
four silvers and ten coppers.
Theyll be ready. Good slack barrels.
Thats what Im payin for.
And what youll get. What youve always gotten.
Aryl nodded, glancing around the cooperage. Seems a little light on
billets.
Got a full rack of seasoned oaks out at Vetrads. Wanted em seasoned
well. Coming in before end-days.
Glad to hear it. Aryl did not look particularly glad, but merely
speculative as he turned and left the cooperage.
After slipping the coins into his belt wallet, Kharl returned to planing
the shooks into staves, although he had to stop and rest a bit more often
than was his wont.
Before too long, Warrl reappeared, easing his way back to the barrel
whose rims hed been smoothing.
What was that you took with you? Kharl asked. It looked like a good
piece of paper.
Ah I owed Hergan some sheets from when I didnt have any. I begged the
paper from Sanyle. You always said I should repay what I
owed.
That you should. Kharl was convinced Warrl wasnt telling the whole
truth, and he wasnt so sure begging from Sanyle to pay back Hergan was
the best, either. But he didnt want to press it, not when his younger
son had been so good about helping and doing his chores, and not so soon
after his mothers death.
Before Kharl could say more, Warrl looked at his father, and asked, Did
Aryl order any, Da?
Well be doing twenty for him. Kharl didnt mention that hed be making
ten percent less than normal on the barrels, and he hoped that the cut in
price wouldnt prove too costly, when others found out. But he hadnt
been getting that many orders, even before the killing.
You worried, Da?
That I am. Orders are slower than Id like. Mayhap its the times.
Gharan says that hes not doing so well, either, and even Hamyls been
fretting.
Ma she wasnt getting so much, either Fyona said she wouldnt have
had Warrl looked down.
Could be that times are getting harder for everyone, Kharl said
quickly. But he had to wonder as he turned back to the planer.
XVIII
I hat evening, after Sanyle had left and Warrl had climbed into his bed
in the corner of the main room, Kharl sat at the table, with a pen in
hand, looking at the paper before him. Only two words were on the paper
Dear Merayni.
What could he write? That Charee had been hanged for a murder she
didnt commit? That hed been unable to do anything about it? That
because hed prevented Egen from raping Sanyle and taken pity on a beaten
blackstaffer, the lords son had tried to destroy Kharl, and failing
that, had taken his vengeance out on Charee? Merayni would blame Kharl no
matter what had happened.
Finally, he folded the paper and tucked it away. He stood and glanced to
the corner, but Warrl seemed to be sleeping. With a faint smile, Kharl
took the lamp and The Basis of Order into his bedchamber. There he
stretched out on his stomachon the left side of the bed, where he had
always slept.
He turned his head, and for a moment, with the faintest scent of rose, he
thought he could almost feel Charee. And then the sense of her presence
was gone. He still had trouble, especially at night, when he lay in the
bed alone, accepting that she was gone. And for what? No matter what the
justicer had said, Charee had not killed anyone.
He blinked several times, then blotted his eyes.
Finally, he opened the book and forced himself to look at the words on
the page. He had to think of something else. He had to. For a moment, he
could not make out the print. He blotted his eyes once more, then
concentrated on the book.
All physical itemsunlike fire or pure chaosmust have some structure, or
they would not exist
Because all wrought iron has a grain created from the forging of its
crystals, the strength of the iron lies in the alignment and length of
the grain. Using order to reinforce that grain is the basis of black
iron Its strength lies in the ordering of unbruised or unstrained grains
along the length of the metal
The cooper nodded. Those words made sense. Even with his limited work in
forging the hoops from iron blanks, he could see where what the book said
would make senseexcept for one thing. How could a mage actually infuse
iron with order? What he had read so far gave no hint of how such might
be done. Yet he had seen the bands on Jenevras staff and the warship
from Reduce in the harbor. Even from a pier away, there was no doubt that
it had been constructed of black iron, and that it was a deadly vessel.
Yet he had never seen more than one warship of Reduce at a time, and
those most seldom. Why did Lord West fear the demon isle? Or did he? Had
he used the isle as an excuse? Kharl frowned. Lord West had used the
lawor his youngest son hadto increase his power over Kharl and those in
Brysta and the western quadrant of Nordla. He had no need to mention
Reduce.
Kharls eyes dropped to the book once more. What was it about Reduce?
Would the book tell him more? He flipped back several pages, more toward
the beginning of the first part, and reread a section that had bothered
him.
The purpose of order is to support that life which can order chaos; and
without chaos to be ordered, there can be no purpose to life. .
The function of chaos is to destroy order. Without order, no structure
can existno man nor woman, no plant, not even an earth upon which to
walk
He frowned. Was Egen the kind of man who was like chaos, destroying order
even as he talked of maintaining it? What did maintain order in Brysta?
Justicers? The armsmen under Lord West?
Those questions and thoughts were more than Kharl wanted to contemplate,
and he closed the book, setting it aside as he prepared for bed. He still
had more barrels to finish in the days ahead, and he needed the sleep. He
just hoped he could.
XIX
On fourday, dark gray clouds, wind, and heavy showers buffeted Brysta,
and no one came to the cooperage. Fiveday dawned cloudy, but without
rain. No one came into the shop through the morning. Finally, in
midafternoon, with the sun promising to burn away the clouds, Wassyt
lumbered into the cooperage. The miller was a good half head taller than
Kharl, one of few men in Brysta who clearly overtopped the cooper. Wassyt
was also considerably broader, his girth cinched in by a tight leather
vest. Although he was a good ten years older than Kharl, his hair
remained the same light brown that it had been since when Kharl had met
him as a youth, and it still fell across the left side of his forehead.
Good afternoon, Kharl offered.
Same to you, Kharl. Wassyt glanced toward Warrl, who was
rough-hollowing some white oak staves.
Warrl, you can take some time outside, Kharl suggested.
Warrl nodded, set down the hollowing knife, and left, quietly.
Wassyt stopped short of the fire pot, where Kharl had been checking the
coals before toasting one of the white oak barrels for Korlan, and began
to speak. You know Id never put anyone elses barrels against yours.
Id like to believe that theyre that good. Kharl managed to keep his
expression pleasant, although he knew what would follow would not be
something he wanted to hear.
Theyre the best, the miller replied. Not a cooper in Nordlas any
better. Maybe a few as good on the eastern shore, but not around here.
Kharl waited for what had to come.
Wanted you to know that. The miller pushed back the lank brown hair,
then blotted his forehead. I told everyone Id already ordered my
harvest barrels from you, and paid for em, the half that goes first.
Said Id ordered thirty.
Ill have them ready in two eightdays, Kharl said.
Threes fine. Harvests a bit late. Wassyt laid out a gold and five
silvers, right on the bench. You got this even before the trouble.
Thats the way it is, Kharl agreed.
I heard Lord West is short of coin, the miller said. Thats what
Sorkan was telling me.
Hard to believe that a lord would be short of coin.
You know, the tariff assessments be coming out, right after harvest,
Wassyt observed. Maybe even quicker. Lord Wests middle son is reviewing
the assessments. Thats what Fyngel told me. You know Fyngelhes the
tariff farmer for our section?
Hes mine, too.
Youll probably be seein him afore long, Kharl. Might not want to. I
didnt, light knows.
You think hes close to Lord Wests son?
Dont know as close. Id say Fyngels very respectful, do whatever young
Lord Egen suggests. Fyngel, hes not quite a friend, but hes not so bad
as some tariff farmers. Well, he was telling me that Lord Wests worried
about the Austrans. Seems like theyre thinking of getting friendly with
the Emperor of Hamor, and using that to look across the gulf.
Ive heard talk about that, Kharl said cautiously.
So the Lords of the Quadrant need to build more ships, and ships take
coins. Wassyt spread his beefy hands. Coins come from us, specially
millwrights, crafters, and artisans. Fyngel was given a list. A
special-like list. Told that those crafters and artisans had paid too
little in tariffs
for too long.
I gather that a certain cooperage might be on that list?
Aye. It might. Wassyt cleared his throat. So might others, and this
was what Fyngel told me as he was talking to me about my new tariffs. He
was saying that folks who bought casks and barrels from some coopers,
well, they just might have their tariffs doubled twice over.
Thats an interesting tale, Kharl said, trying to keep his voice level.
Then, right after Fyngel left the mill, couldnt say that it was more
than a glass, if that, Overcaptain Vielamthats Lord Wests middle
sonhe came a-riding up to my door
Kharl had feared that what Wassyt would say wouldnt be good, but
Wassyts words were far worse than hed expected.
 told me that I milled the best of anyone in the western quadrant, and
that hed be pleased to keep having the lords grains milled, but that
his sire had decided that well, that if I put it in certain barrels
My barrels?
In certain barrels, theyd have to find another miller, Wassyt
concluded.
That would make it hard on you and your family.
Thats when I told the overcaptain that I heard him, but asked him for
some care, seeing as Id already half paid for thirty barrels of that
kind, and surely he could understand that, seeing how close it is to
harvest. Well he hemmed, and tilted his head, but he said that he could
see that, and so long as Id order no more, hed overlook it this one
time, and hed make sure that my tariffs didnt rise like those would who
hadnt supported his sire. Wassyt shrugged his overlarge shoulders. And
there you have it.
I thank you for what you did and could do, Kharl said. There isnt
more that you could, and those thirty barrels will be the best you could
wish for.
Id be wishing I could do more, Master Kharl
Ive felt and seen what happens to those who cross Lord West and his
sons. Id not wish that on anyone.
Thought you might understand.
I do.
Well best I be going for now. Just wanted to see things square.
Thank you.
The miller took several steps toward the door, before stopping and
looking back at Kharl. Got a cousin in Jelenn. Hes a cooper. Better
than Mallamet, not so good as you. Hes been thinkin of coming south. If
you ever think of lettin the place go Id be staking him.
Until the trouble I wouldnt have thought about it, Kharl said. Its
still hard.
Understand. Wassyt shifted his weight. All right if I send a teamster
three eightdays from now?
Thatd be fine.
After the miller left, Kharl just stared at the bench and the coins lying
there. He couldnt blame the miller, not when the tariffs were laid by
Lord West. And unlike some, such as Aryl, Wassyt was trying to be fair
and do the best he could in a difficult situation.
Kharl eased the coins into his belt wallet, then slowly turned to check
the white oak barrel he was about to toast.
The cooperage door opened, and Warrl hurried back to the hearth area.
Da? Did the miller order some barrels?
Not exactly, Warrl. Hed already ordered them.
You didnt
After everything well I wasnt sure, but hes stood by his words, and
well be making twenty more slack barrelsthats in addition to the ones
weve already got ready.
Thirty barrels you dont look so happy for all that.
Im still worried, son, Kharl confessed. Outside of Aryl and Wassyt,
its been a slow harvest season, and people dont need near as many
barrels in the late fall and in winter.
Sometimes they break them.
They dont break many of mine, Kharl pointed out.
Then why dont they buy more from you?
Mine cost a few coppers more, and people dont think about how long a
barrel will last. And some of them dont need really good barrels.
Why dont you make two kinds of barrels, then?
Because most people would buy the cheap ones, and then theyd complain
that they werent as good as the others, and Id have to make the good
barrels for less to keep them buying from me. And, because, he had to
admit to himself, he hated the idea of making barrels that werent as
well crafted as they should be.
Oh Warrl didnt sound convinced.
You can get back to working on those staves.
Yes, Da. Warrl stepped back toward the front of the cooperage. He
picked up the hollowing knife, then stopped. He looked out the window for
a long time.
Kharl watched his son, wondering what the youth was dreaming about and
whether there was really anything he could do about it.
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XX
Another three days passed, and the end-days arrived with no one buying or
ordering any barrels or casks. No one else even peered into the
cooperage. It had not been that hot for harvest, and except for fourday
it had not rained, although the sky had been overcast for most of the
past two eightdays. Eightday had been quiet, the shop shuttered, and
finally, oneday morning, the sun had finally come out in full brilliance.
As on the previous few days, no one had even walked into the cooperage.
Kharl was not surprised, but he still had to finish the barrels for
Wassyt and Aryl, although he fretted that hed gotten no new orders since
those two.
Around late morning, Kharl stepped back from the planer.
He glanced toward the steps upstairs, as he had so many times over the
years, thinking about dinner. He swallowed, once more realizing that
Charee was not there to fix it or there for anything else.
He looked down at the empty flask on the side of the bench.
Da? asked Warrl, whose eyes had been as much on the front window as on
the shakes he was hollowing.
Were almost out of sharpening oil, Kharl said. I need to get some,
and it will help to stretch my legs. You can watch the shop, and then you
can take some time to eat when I get back.
I can do that.
Good. I dont plan to be long.
Kharl brushed off his garments, then, with a nod at his son, picked up
the leather flask and hurried out of the cooperage into a bright sunny
day, one more like midsummer than early harvest. He dodged around a
well-dressed man who was studying the books in Tyrbels window and
continued down Crafters Lane.
Less than a block farther west, Kharl saw Dhulatthe cabinetmaker whose
shop was on the corner of Fourth Cross and Cargo. The cooper started to
lift his hand in greeting to the older man, but as he did Dhulat abruptly
looked down and crossed the lane, clearly not wanting to meet Kharl.
For a moment, Kharl almost stopped walking. People in Brysta were usually
friendly, and hed even bought a chest from Dhulat several years back, a
modest piece to be sure, but the cabinetmaker had seemed pleased enough
to sell it. So why was the cabinetmaker avoiding Kharl? Were Egen and his
brothers telling everyone about Kharl, warning them not to buy from him?
As he kept walking Kharl glanced around, but he saw none of the Watch
nearby, just a few crafters, some women shopping, and a laundress with
her wash in a tall basket on her head. The day was hot, hotter than it
had been in more than an eightday, and he blotted his forehead as he
continued along the lane.
He reached Hyesals shop without any other incidents, passing a few
crafters or assistants that he knew, and trading nods, but no words. He
stepped into the apothecary shop, with its faintly acrid odor.
The angular Hyesal was behind the counter, watching as Kharl approached.
He said nothing until Kharl set the empty flask on the counter. Cant
say Im surprised to see you, Kharl. You always did have more backbone
than sense.
I just need a bit of that sharpening oil. Kharl gestured to the flask.
You need to have your head sharpened, and that doesnt take oil.
Stupidity is the wellspring of chaos. Hyesal picked up the flask. Ill
get
your oil. Without another word, he slipped into the back room.
His head sharpened? Kharl grimaced. Hyesal had never been known for his
unwillingness to call a clipped coin, no matter who had tendered it.
The apothecary returned shortly and set the flask back on the counter.
One copper. Same as always.
Kharl handed over the coin. Youre sharper than I am, Hyesal. Thats why
youre the apothecary. What good would sharpening my
head do?
Might point you out of Brysta while you still have it. Your head,
that is.
You think
Does a bull have horns? Does a winter sea storm? You wager against
either, and you lose. Always. You make good barrels. Make them someplace
else. He shook his head. Ive said my piece. More than my piece. Do as
you please. The apothecary turned and left Kharl standing there.
Slowly, the cooper picked up the flask and headed for the door. As he
stepped out of the apothecary shop and turned eastward, away from the
harbor and back toward the cooperage, Kharl could feel eyes on his
backor so he thought. The feeling didnt go away. So, just opposite the
square, Kharl stopped to look at the torque on display in the goldsmiths
window. He wasnt that interested in it, even as artistry, but he wanted
to see if someone happened to be following himor if he were imagining
it. After a moment, he turned slowly, letting his eyes travel back along
the lane.
A single figure in the dark blue and black of the Watch stood waiting a
half a block back toward the harbor. The squarish Watchman made no secret
of his interest in Kharl, and his eyes met Kharls as the cooper
continued to scan the square, looking past the Watchman.
Kharl nodded, as if to himself, then crossed the lane to the square, his
eyes falling on the section of wall where hed first seen Jenevra. He
shook his head.
Ser! A copper for a poor lad? A copper! A small figure in gray appeared
and went to his knees in front of the cooper, totally abject. The bright
eyes belied the position.
Kharl fumbled for a copper. He owed Jekat for Werwals business.
Pisser Egens after you, whispered Jekat. Tellin everyone to order
from you isnt a good thing. He raised his voice. A copper, ser? Just a
copper.
Kharl fumbled out two coppers. Why?
You made him look stupid you and the scrivener Scriveners got friends
in high places you dont
Heres your copper. Kharl extended two.
Thank you, ser! exclaimed the urchin loudly, adding in a lower voice,
More n one of his bullies watching you. Youre supposed to see one, not
the other
Thank you, murmured Kharl.
Do what we can murmured Jekat, before scampering away.
Kharl resumed his progress back to the shop, wondering what he could do.
He knew no one outside of Brysta and the surrounding area and there was
Warrl to consider. For the moment, he could pay Sanyle to cook and help,
but what would he do elsewhere? How would he get there?
The flask in his hand felt like a weight.
XXI
Jxharls hope that he could somehow avoid the unpleasantness predicted by
Wassyt was shattered when the cooperage door opened late on threeday. A
hearty-faced blond man taller than Kharl walked inside. While he came
into the cooperage alone, before the door shut Kharl could see the pair
of burly personal guards in green and gray station themselves outside,
one on each side of the cooperage door.
Warrl looked to his father.
You can go upstairs and see how Sanyles coming with supper, Kharl
said. His words were far closer to a command than a mere suggestion. The
cooper set the drawing knife down on the bench.
Yes, Da. Warrl slipped away.
Now cooper, youll be having the boy think that Im a demon of some
sort, called the man whod entered.
Not a demon, Fyngel, just a tariff farmer to be treated with respect.
Fyngel laughed. You put it better than most, cooper. You dont think
different. You just speak nicer.
As Kharl watched, Fyngel surveyed the cooperage, walking to one side and
counting the billets of oak set in the racks, then surveying those
barrels on display in the window. Good-looking barrels you got there,
cooper. First-rate, Id say.
I do the best I can.
Fyngel checked the workbenches, and the forge and the hearth, as well as
the fire pots, then the loading door and the barrels stacked beside the
door. He came back and studied the planer. Doin well, it looks like.
Its the slowest harvest in many years, Kharl pointed out.
Thats what everyone says when the tariff farmer shows. Every
har-vesttime is the slowest. Fyngel laughed once more, producing a
ledgerlike book that he set down and opened on the finishing bench.
Kharl waited.
Best you come here and take a look, cooper. Book hasnt been updated in
some years, the tariff farmer said. Lord West told us we had to go out
and check all the crafters, make sure that everything was down right.
Kharl walked to the finishing bench. Fyngel reeked of grease and a
sweet rose scent.
Now, you got a forge here. Book doesnt show that.
Its only a half forge. A farrier could use it, but a smith wouldnt be
able to do all that he needed on it, and the hearth space isnt big
enough.
Forge is a forge, so far as tariffs go. Thats another five golds. The
tariff farmer made a note with his grease markstick.
Kharl held his tongue. His total tariffs due the previous winter had only
been three golds, and hed had trouble raising the coin. Three golds
didnt sound that large, not until you had to count out three hundred
coppersand that was roughly Kharls margin on 150 barrelsor twice that
many barrels on arrangements like the one hed been forced into with Aryl.
Then you got racks for your lumber. Those arent in the book. Say
another gold for that. Fyngel smiled as he wrote a few more numbers, but
the expression was anything but friendly.
The racks were there when the cooperage was first built, Kharl said.
That was in my grandsires time.
That may be, cooper, but theyre not in the book. Looks like your
sire got a good deal. The rear loading door isnt in the book, either. So
thatll add another three to your tariff.
Kharl waited.
After making a last notation, Fyngel looked up. Twelve golds. Be due the
first eightday of winter, same as always. With another
less-than-friendly smile, he closed the book. Lord West also says that
any tariffs paid after the second eightday of winter, I have to charge
another gold for each eightday theyre late.
Kharl just nodded.
Well be seeing you and your golds in a season, cooper. Fyngel smiled a
last time before turning and walking out.
Kharl walked toward the door, watching as the tariff farmer rejoined his
guards, men bigger than Fyngel himself, and the three walked eastward
along the lane. Kharl stood just inside the door, trying to unclench his
fists.
Tyrbel appeared outside his scriptorium and walked slowly to the
cooperage, stepping inside. He looked at Kharl. You look less than
pleased.
Did he visit you?
Before you, Tyrbel announced. I pleaded with him about my expenses in
repairing the display window. He was not moved.
So he upped your tariffs, too?
Twice what they were last year, admitted the scrivener. And you?
Mine are four times last years.
If you pay it, next year, it will be double that. If you survive that
long.
Youre cheerful, Kharl said dourly.
I see what I see. Do you think otherwise?
No.
I wrote to some I know in Hemmen and Vizyn. I told you that.
Vizyn mused Kharl. Would the Austrans let in a Nordlan?
A cooper who was mistreated by one of the Lords of the Quadrant?
I would think so. Tyrbel nodded. I have not heard back, but the
scrivener I know there is called Taleas.
Taleas in Vizyn. Then Kharl laughed, ruefully. As if I could even
get there. Golds for passage, and then what? Throw myself upon the
town, begging that Im a good cooper?
You could sell the cooperage here.
For what? A handful of coppers? Everyone would know, and Mal-lamet might
bid a gold, if that, and Id still owe the tariff.
Tyrbel shook his head. They cannot collect from a man who does not live
in Nordla.
I dont run.
My friend if you do not run, you had best find twelve golds in a
season. Tyrbel paused. I will write others I know as well. It cannot
hurt.
Thank you. Kharl doubted it would help, but he wasnt about to say that
to one of the few men who had stood up for him against Egen and Lord West.
Good evening. Tyrbel nodded, then turned and slipped out the
door.
After Tyrbel left, it was late enough that Kharl did not feel like
working longer. Slowly, deliberately, he barred the doors, including the
loading door, and closed and locked the shutters. Then he started up the
steps to the upper level. He stopped at the door, slightly ajar, when he
heard Warrls voice.
 tariff farmers?
 collect tariffs for Lord West best not to cross them, replied
Sanyle.
Da he didnt do anything he just stood there
Were you watching? Did he not tell you to come up here?
 just watched from the door no one could see but he just
stood there.
What would you have him do? Fyngel has his own armsmen, and he has the
warrant to send anyone who opposes him to prison.
But Da he cant pay all those golds
You want him to fight the tariff farmer, get thrown into prison, flogged
again, and still owe the tariffs while hes too hurt to work?
asked Sanyle.
 youre just like Da always telling me why I cant do things miss Ma
she wasnt like that
That had been one of Charees faults, Kharl knew, one hed indulged.
Shed never wanted to point out limits. He banged on the door. Supper
ready, yet?
Almost, called back Sanyle.
Ill wash up.
When Kharl made his way into the main room, Warrl looked up from where he
sat on a stool beside the serving table, but the boy did not speak.
Just sit down, and Ill have the dumplings out in a moment, Sanyle said.
As Kharl passed the single easy chair, his eyes dropped to the book lying
thereThe Basis of Order. He had not read much of it, just skipped
through it. He was a cooper, not a youth, and not an order-master. What
good would learning more about order do him? It certainly wouldnt pay
his tariffs. But then, it didnt look like coopering would, either.
XXII
lhe remainder of the eightday passed without another buyer even entering
the cooperage, and eightday itself dawned bright. Because so few shopped
or purchased anything on the second end-day Kharl did not open the
cooperage doors, although he often worked. The present eightday was no
exception, since he did not have all the barrels he needed for Korlan, or
for Wassyt and Aryl. With the increased tariff he would owe to Fyngel at
the first of winter, every copper counted more than ever.
While Kharl ran the shooks through the planer, Warrl was laying out more
of the white oak billets, now that Kharl had scraped together enough to
pay Vetrad the balance owed for the seasoned oak, which had finally been
delivered the day before.
A thumping came from somewhere, barely audible above the noise of the
planer.
Theres someone at the door, Warrl called.
Were not open, Kharl pointed out.
Warrl peered through the shutters. Its Aunt Merayni and Uncle Dowsyl.
With a feeling of dread about what was to come, Kharl stepped back from
the planer and set the half-finished stave on the bench, then
walked to the doorway and unbarred the door. He held it open until the
man and the woman standing on the sidewalk stones stepped inside. He
closed the door, but did not replace the bar.
How long before you were going to tell us, Kharl? snapped Merayni, a
tall and broad woman only a fraction of a head shorter than the cooper,
wearing a brown tunic and trousers. She stepped past Kharl and into the
cooperage.
Dowsyl was only slightly taller than Merayni, but broader. His sleeveless
tunic and half-sleeved underrunic showed arms that were heavily muscled.
He said nothing as he followed his consort.
Shortly, Kharl replied. Ive tried He closed the door.
Tried? I never got a word from you. How about never? It takes a message
from my nephew for me to find out that my sister is dead, that one nephew
has fled Nordla, and that you have angered every important person in the
Quadrant.
You seem to know more than I do, Kharl replied.
Dowsyl cleared his throat, then spoke into the silence that followed.
Charee is dead. Arthal is gone. You will lose the cooperage before
winter. This is what Warrl wrote. Is that all true?
Charee Arthal those are true, Kharl admitted.
How do you plan to care for Warrl? asked Merayni.
Weve managed. We will manage.
Managed? For the sake of a woman you didnt even know, you got my sister
killed. Is that how youll manage? asked Merayni.
Kharl looked to Warrl. The youth had edged toward Merayni. Kharl just
looked. Finally, he spoke. We have managed. Warrl is my son. He is fed
and taught and cared for.
For how long? questioned Merayni.
The cooper didnt have an answer, not one that would have been truthful.
Warrls coming to the holding with us, Kharl. Meraynis voice softened.
Its better that way. You must know it is.
What about the cooperage? asked Kharl, knowing his words were futile,
but feeling that he had to say something. Someday, it will be his, but
not if he doesnt learn to be a cooper.
You promise that? How many orders for barrels did you get in the last
eightdays?
Im to deliver thirty barrels to Korlan, thirty to Wassyt, and twenty
to Aryl, all in the next two eightdays. Kharl gestured to the stacks of
unfinished shooks and semifinished staves.
Did any of them order any more? demanded Merayni. They only need
barrels just before and during harvest.
Kharl Merayni paused, then spoke slowly. We may live a day away from
Brysta, but we know people, and weve asked around. No one will order
more from you. Theyre too afraid of Lord West and his tariff farmers.
You wont be able to pay your tariffs, and youll lose the cooperage. In
a few eightdays
Enough enough Kharl looked at Warrl. So you wrote your aunt?
I had to, Da I had to. You didnt. Warrl met his fathers gaze without
flinching. I know you tried I saw but you didnt. Kharl turned to
Merayni, but did not speak. Neither did she.
I tried to save a woman she was little more than a girl. She wasnt
much older than your Dowlan, Merayni. Shed been beaten and abused. She
would have died. I was supposed to let her die?
She was a blackstaffer from Reduce. You know how people feel about them.
Nothing good could possibly come from trying to save her. What good did
it do? She died anyway.
I was supposed to know that?
Sometimes, Kharl you have to think of your own. Thats always been your
problem. You have too big a heart, and people take advantage of you.
Charee knew that. We all know that. But this time, when you didnt think
of your own, everyone suffered. Charees dead. Arthals on a ship
somewhere
The Fleuryl, Kharl interjected.
Youre going to lose everything you ever worked for, Merayni continued
implacably, and Warrl has to choose between leaving his father and
becoming a beggar or an orphan. Thats all because you wouldnt think
first of your consort and your family. She looked to Warrl. You can do
whatever you will, but I am not letting my sisters son suffer any more
because of your stubbornness.
Warrl looked helplessly at his father, even as he moved up beside his
aunt. I didnt want to write but you someone had to tell Auntie
Someone had to, Kharl said heavily. I was wrong not to write. I
should have written. Do you He stopped. Whatever he said would make no
difference. No difference at all. He could fight but for what? Keeping
his son for another season before he lost everything? And if he didnt
well, then, he could always make his way out to their holding and
orchards and prove them wrong.
His eyes went to Warrl. Youd better get your things. Take anything you
want. He turned and walked to the back of the shop, opposite the forge.
Da
Kharl did not turn.
Behind him, there were whispers, then footsteps on the stairs.
Dowsyl walked back to the forge. Kharl?
What?
You get through this, and Warrl would come back. Hes lost his mother.
Hes worried, and hes scared. He needs to be someplace safe.
I can see that.
Can you?
He and Merayni have made it clear. Kharl paused, then looked squarely
at Dowsyl. Ill get through it.
If you do, youre welcome. Even if you dont, youre welcome. Place
could hold you and Warrl.
Thank you.
Glad it wasnt me found that blackstaffer, Dowsyl said. Cant make a
right choice in a spot like that.
Dowsyl! called Merayni. I need some help here.
The grower nodded to Kharl. I meant it.
Thank you, Kharl said again.
Dowsyl turned and made his way up the steps.
Some time passed. Kharl didnt know how much. He heard footsteps coming
down the steps. He didnt look.
Da please dont be angry at me
Kharl turned. He looked at the thin, tear-streaked face of his son. We
all have to do what we think is right. I did what I thought was right.
You did what you thought was right. Im angry, but Im not angry at you
for that. I hope you understand someday.
Da
Kharl stepped forward and put his arms around Warrl. Its all right.
It is.
Come see me please
As I can, son as I can Kharl stepped back.
Are you ready, Warrl? asked Merayni.
Yes, Auntie. Warrl stepped back.
You can come to see Warrl anytime you want, Kharl, Merayni said.
Anytime
Kharl just nodded.
Until then, she added.
Kharl just watched as the trio left the cooperage, carrying three large
bundles.
The shop door shut. For a time Kharl just looked at the closed door.
Then, he stepped away from the cold forge, back toward the planer.
His eyes fell to the black staff, still where he had left it under the
bench. He bent down and pulled it out. Once more, the wood felt warm,
comfortable, in his hands. After studying the staff for a long moment, he
leaned it against the wall. He still had barrels to do if he ever wanted
to pay the tariffs.
XXIII
L/neday came, and went, and no one walked in the door, and Kharl finished
the red oak slack barrels for Aryl. Twoday came and went, and so did
threeday and fourday. Kharl continued to work, planing, drawing, fitting,
firing, toasting And not a single buyer, or even anyone who might buy,
came into the cooperage.
On fiveday morning, Kharl just looked blankly at the planer and the white
oak shooks stacked on the carry-cart. Almost five days, and hed talked
to no one except Sanyle, when she had brought him his midday dinner. At
night, hed tried to read The Basis of Order, but the words drifted by
and around him, their meaning not reaching him, as though he were a
desert isle in the middle of the ocean, unable to drink the water
surrounding him.
In less than half a season, hed gone from being a successful cooper with
a good consort and two sons to a man whod lost both his consort
and his sons, and who would soon lose his cooperage, if not more, unless
matters changed much for the better. And he saw no way to make that
change.
He stepped away from the planer and absently brushed the thin strips of
wood off his tunic and out of his beard, a beard that needed trimming.
He walked slowly to the display window, looking out and watching
Crafters Lane for a time, noting the man in a grayish blue tunic
standing on the corner. Over the past few days, hed seen the same man,
more than a few times. Was he one of the Watchmen who were keeping an eye
on Kharl?
Why did anyone care? Was Egen that vindictive? Because hed been thwarted
of his pleasure with Sanyle? And because a mere cooper had dared to stand
up to the son of a lord? Kharl hadnt even known who Egen was when all
that had happened.
After a time, Kharl walked back to the planer. He still had more than a
few staves to shape for the barrels already ordered. His eyes dropped to
the cudgel that hed taken to keeping close by him. Then he began to pump
the foot pedal.
XXIV
hose who do not understand order or chaos say that the two belong only to
those with the gift for one or the other, and that those who have such
gifts are few. This is a truth, and it is also a falsehood. Many men and
women have gifts. Some are more intelligent than others; some are
stronger; some are more patient; some have great courage; some have
greater understanding. So to say that one has a gift for order or chaos
can be a truth. Yet, to suggest that there is something improper about
understanding order or chaos because it requires a gift is a falsehood.
Each and every great talent, whatever it may be, requires a gift of
greater ability. A man may have a gift for letters, and for distilling
truth. A woman may have a gift for numbers, and for trading of goods.
A youth may have the gift of song, and another the gift of hands that can
shape iron or wood. So it is with order and chaos.
Yet many would claim that the gift to understand order and chaos is
different from the gift of understanding other aspects of the world, that
anyone can be a crafter or an engineer, but that only a special few can
become order-mages or chaos-masters. This is a falsehood, for the great
ones in any area of endeavor are few, whether that area be engineering,
cabinetry, fishing, or order-magery
In the beginning, as a child, a boy or girl can have a gift, not for one
or the other, but for either, or, if the gift is great enough, for both
So can a man or woman, once grown, if he or she approaches order as might
a child. For order is a wonder, and those who can yet wonder as children
can have their eyes opened at any age
The Basis of Order
XXV
After shaping the slope of the barrel chime of yet another red oak slack
barrel, Kharl set the adze down and blotted his forehead with the back of
his forearm. After almost an eightday of clear and sunny weather, it had
rained earlier in the day, and then the sun had come out full force. By
midafternoon all of Brysta was enveloped in hot wet air. Even the
interior of the cooperage was hot and sticky. Kharl had left both the
loading door and the front door open, because there was a slight breeze
that seemed to make the cooperage fractionally cooler.
The back section of the shop was filled with barrelsboth slack and
tight, and Kharl had all of those ordered by Korlan ready, as well as
most of those for Wassyt and Aryl. Who would order or purchase more
barrels, Kharl didnt know, but that was a stream hed ford later. With
so few customers, he couldnt afford not to have barrels at the ready.
He laughed once, a harsh bark, then blotted his forehead again. He didnt
have any choice but to wait and see.
He picked up the adze, turned the next barrel, and began shaping.
He stopped. Had he heard something? He frowned, and lifted the adze once
more. Then he lowered it, listening.
Help! Thieves! The yell died out.
As he recognized Tyrbels voice, Kharl grabbed the cudgel that he had
kept handy and, still holding the adze in the other hand, dashed to the
front of the cooperage and out through the door, elbowing it full open,
onto Crafters Lane and into the full sunlight. In a handful of long
steps, he was just outside the scriveners door, still blinking as his
eyes struggled to adjust to the afternoon glare.
A wiry figure in brown darted from the scriptorium, dodging away
from Kharl.
The cooper recognized the man, and, without thinking, threw the adze full
force and straight into the mans shoulder and chest. The man lurched
back, one hand grasping, then pulling at the adze wedged in his shoulder.
Annoyance and pain flashed across the mans face.
Kharl stepped forward and brought the cudgel around in a short arc, with
all the force hed developed over the years at the bench and forge. The
heavy cudgel head crashed into the smaller mans temple, and his eyes
widened, as if he could not believe he had been struck. He pitched
forward, hand still on the haft of the adze. He shuddered once and was
still.
Kharl stood there, cudgel still in his hand, looking blankly down,
realizing that he had killed the man who had visited the cooperage the
afternoon before Jenevra had been killed. While the cooper could not have
proved anything, he knew the dead man at his feet had been her
killer.
From inside the scriptorium came a long piercing scream that
seemed to go on and on.
Kharl turned. Sanyle was screaming. Tyrbel was dead.
A squat laundress coming up the lane staggered as she saw the body on the
stones and Kharl and his cudgel, then put up her hand to straighten the
basket balanced on her head before crossing the lane away from the dead
man and Kharl. The Watchman in bluethe one who had been watching the
cooperagesprinted down Crafters Lane.
Gharan appeared and ran across the lane. So did Hamyl.
Kharl! Get a pack and leave! Gharan ordered. Youve got to run. Now.
What? Kharl couldnt believe the weavers words.
You think youll walk out of the Hall of Justicers this time?
Lord Westll have you hanging from the scaffold by tomorrow night,
added Hamyl. Unless the Watch get you first.
Well tell everyone what happened, Gharan promised. We will, but itll
be too late if the Watch gets you.
The words finally broke through to the cooper.
He could not speak, but nodded. Then he hurried back into and through the
cooperage, dropping the cudgel as he took the steps upstairs two at a
time. Once into the bedchamber, he threw his best trousers, a good tunic,
and underclothes into the pack, then another pair of boots and a winter
jacket. He took the bag of silvers from the strongbox, hung it around his
neck under his undertunic on the leather thongs. He scooped all of the
coppers into the pack. As he straightened up, he saw the book on the
table and stuffed it inside his still unfastened pack. Then he tied the
pack shut.
Hed taken the book because, if the Watch found that, there was no
telling what lies they might spread. He hurried down the steps, swinging
the pack onto his back. Once on the shop floor, he started for the
loading door that was still open to the alley.
He stopped as he saw the staff still leaning against the wall, then
dashed to the far side of the shop and grabbed it. No one questioned
staffs, and it was something else he didnt want to leave, although he
couldnt have said why.
Hurry! hissed a voice from the loading door. The Watch is almost out
front.
Kharl whirled.
Jekat gestured through the partly open loading door. This way, ser! You
got to run! Watchll get you otherwise.
Should he follow the urchin?
Who else could he trustwho knew the alleys and the back streets?
Kharl ran, straight through the loading door. Abruptly, he stopped but
for an instant to close the loading door behind him, before sprinting to
catch up to the urchin who had begun to run, if slowly, toward the
northeastern end of the alley.
Cant catch me! Jekat yelled as he ran out of the alley and turned
on Fifth Cross.
Ill get you! Kharl yelled back. You miserable urchin! Some of those
on the cross street looked scandalized, others amused, and only one man
tried to grab the elusive Jekat as Kharl raced after the urchin, trying
to counterfeit the rage of a man robbed by a light-fingered
boy.
Jekat darted into a serviceway, and Kharl followed, panting heavily.
He might work hard in the cooperage, but he had not run so fast nor so
far in years. The urchin slowed some and turned westward into the alley,
again downhill. Kharl lumbered after him, down another road and up Fourth
Cross, finally catching up with the beggar youth near the intersection of
the alley off Fourth Cross and Old Mill Road, some five blocks southwest
of where the chase had started behind his cooperage. Jekat ducked into
another serviceway, moving into the shadows.  give it to you, ser can
run panted Jekat.  give it to you good idea counterfeiting theft
No one heeds man chasing a beggar lad Kharl took some more deep
breaths, half-bent over. He was still panting and soaked in sweat. How
did you know?
 was watchin. I saw the Watch run off. Coward.
So now what do I do to keep out of Lord Wests hands? asked Kharl. Or
Egens.
Same as I do, replied Jekat. Youll learn.
XXVI
In the twilight of early evening, Kharl leaned against the stones, trying
to get comfortable in the narrow space between the two walls, one ancient
brick and the other even more ancient stone, while attempting to ignore
the greater stench from beyond the stone wall and the lesser from beyond
the brick. Overhead was a roof of sorts, composed of odd pieces of timber
and wood and covered with layers of discarded fabric and molded leather,
but there was open space on each end of the makeshift
i
roof. To the east the space ended in a wall of yellow brick. At the west
end was a jury-rigged partition of woven branches and cloth. The ground
had been scraped smooth and clean, but it was still hard.
No ones going to come here, Jekat said.
With the rendering yard on one side and the tanner on the other and
with no one knowing this space is here I can see why, observed Kharl.
Even Werwal doesnt know. The towhead brushed back ragged-cut hair.
You sure about that? asked the cooper.
Maybe he does. But he wouldnt say. Him and Sikal, they understand.
Drenzel, he doesnt know, never even comes back behind the dumping vats.
After a moment, the urchin looked at Kharl. Suppose you dont have many
coppers?
I have a few, Kharl replied. I could only grab a handful or so before
I got out of the cooperage. Didnt have long. For some reason, the
deception bothered him, necessary as he felt it was.
You give me a pair I can get us a good chunk of fowl. Clean and hot.
Tasty, too.
How will you manage that?
Enelyashes at the White Pony. Long as I got coin, theyll get grub for
me. Jekat grinned. Wont do ale. She says Durol watches the barrels too
close. See what she does is put the fowl or whatever on the tab for
someone. Slips it off to me then. Durol doesnt care, so long as the
coins match. Jekat frowned in the dimness. Mayhap, need three to get
enough for us both.
Youre still a thief, Kharl said, ruefully.
Watch what you say. Without me and yer friends
I know. Id be dead or laid out in a gaol chamber, waiting to be hung.
If you were lucky. They took Quelyn and flogged him, then poured salt
and tanning acid across his backthat was before
Dont think I need to know that, young fellow.
You should Egen dont like you. Never seen him put so many men after a
fellow.
Its enough to know hell do his worst if he catches me.
Real pissprick girls at the Bardo say he doesnt get excited less he
thinks hes hurtin em. Likes em young, too. Some of em cry real
quick real tears They have to
Kharl winced. How could a lord accept that kind of man as his son? The
more he learned about Captain Egen, the more despicable the image of him
became in Kharls mind.
You got those coppers? questioned Jekat. Kharl fumbled with his belt
wallet and handed three to the boy. Good. Theres not a clipped one
there.
You dont think itd be better for me to come with you?
Nah. Egens still got the Watch lookin for you, and you dont know the
alleys and the serviceways. Maybe we can find you some rags tonight.
Jekat eased along the uneven stone wall until he came to what seemed the
dead end of yellow brick. There, after putting his foot up on a
projection of stone, he climbed over the wall and vanished.
Kharl wondered if Jekat would ever return, but looking toward the
cavelike area in the stone wall, where there were items like candle
stubs, a rough pallet, and even a battered chamber pot, he had the
feeling that the youth had nowhere else to go.
Like Kharl himself, the cooper reflected.
As the oblong of sky that Kharl could see to the west dimmed, he wondered
how long before Jekat would return.
He looked from one wall to another, a space narrower than the gaol cell
hed been thrown into, if longer, and then back up at the patch of
evening sky. He still had to ask how so many people accepted the evil
around them. He shook his head. Most were like Charee. So long as things
seemed orderly and life went on, they didnt care about what didnt
affect them. After a moment, he laughed. Hed been no better. The sky
darkened into full night, and still Jekat had not returned. Kharl
frowned, more worried about the boys safety than about whether he would
return.
Then there was the faintest of scraping sounds, a scuffing, and a muted
thump, and the small figure in shapeless gray reappeared out of
the darkness.
It took Enelya a while tonight. White Pony was busy, but the birds
good. Jekat handed a bundle to Kharl, a goodly chunk of fowl wrapped in
two huge slabs of bread.
I take it back, Jekat, Kharl mumbled after a large mouthful. Couldnt
manage this less youre very good.
Wasnt my doin, not all the way, leastwise. Some sort of party. Had
extras. Durol was probably happy to get the coppers. Or Enelya was.
Even through the darkness, Kharl could make out a grin as the urchin
raised a crockery mug without handles. Have a swallow.
Ale? asked Kharl as he carefully took the chipped and handleless mug.
First time in a season, but a fellow wont turn that down.
Kharl took a sip to make sure it was ale, then a swallow. Good stuff.
Was it good because he was so hungry? Probably.
Durol told Enelya hed look the other way if the serving girls wanted
some. Some fellow paid for the whole keg.
I thank you and Enelya. Greatly. How did you work out this arrangement
with her?
Shes from Sagana. Thats where I come from. She was a friend of my sis.
When Sis and Ma died, I came here, heard shed found work at a tavern.
Found her. She helps as she can. Sometimes I can help her. Got to find
folks who will. Thats the only way Jekat yawned.
Kharl handed back the mug.
Mosta thats for you. Drank half a mug there. Jekat took a small
swallow and handed the mug back, then chewed on something. You know
wont be this good most nights. You need to get outa Brysta.
I need to get out of Nordla, Kharl said tiredly. To Austra, if I can.
How you goin to do that?
Know a ship-master. Calls here every season, sometimes more often. Think
he might take me.
How long afore he calls again?
Kharl shrugged. Dont know. He was here, maybe half a season ago, maybe
a bit longer. Said hed be back late fall, early winter.
Itll take some doing to stay away from the Watch for that long.
You have.
No one cares about a beggar boy. You pissed off Egen good. He still has
people looking for you. What you going to do?
Wait listen to you. Then if the ship-master from Austra comes back,
Ill try and get aboard. Could be a while, though.
Better lie low till then. Egens mean.
Why are you helping me? asked Kharl.
Why not? You always treated me good as you could. Most dont. Also, you
stood up to Egen. Most dont. Jekat yawned. Sides, youre strong.
Might need that.
Might need that? Kharl wondered as he took another swallow of the
ale. With it and the fowl, he could almost ignore the stenches from the
renderer and the tanner.
After they finished eating and drinking the last of the ale, Jekat took
back the mug and crawled into his cubbyhole and curled up under a
tattered and soiled cover that looked to have been a drapery or hanging
many long years before, doubtless before the boy had even been born.
Kharl made himself as comfortable as he could under the makeshift roof
between the two walls, using his pack for a pillow. He looked upward into
the darkness. Eventually, he did drift into sleep, a sort of restless
dozing.
XXVII
Jxharl woke with the gray light of dawn, and the crowing of a rooster
that he could have done without. Every muscle ached, even muscles he
hadnt known he had.
The moment he moved, Jekats blond head peered out of the tattered
hanging masking the cubbyhole. We need to get some grub.
You have a plan for that?
You got coins, we can try the lower market, except everyones looking
for you. Even be some Watch down there.
Got some smelly rags?
Most round here smell Jekat grinned. I grabbed stuff last night. Got
a really old cloak. You leave behind the undertunic and tunic. See if
itll do.
Kharl didnt want to leave the clothes and the pack and staff, but
neither would have matched the beggarly image. But hed need to tie the
pouch with the silvers around his leg, fasten it somehow to the inside of
his thigh. While Jekat rummaged through the corner of the cubbyhole, he
made the switch, but left the undertunic on, at least until he had
something to wear. It was getting later in harvest, and mornings were
chill. He probably should have pulled out the winter jacket for a cover
to sleep under, but hed been so tired he hadnt even thought of it.
Then, after he took care of other necessities well down the wall in the
place suggested by Jekat, he returned and donned the ragged hooded cloak
that half concealed his face.
The urchinin patched and shapeless graylooked up from under a ragged
thatch of curly hair, more sandy than true blond. Let me go over the
wall and look around first
That bothered Kharl, but he couldnt say why. Be careful.
Im always careful.
Jekat scrambled up the wall nimbly, vanishing silently over the top.
Kharl listened.
Then he heard a scuffling, and a single sharp cry, followed by low words.
Been layin for you, beggar boy seen you comin and goin. You got coin
hidden in there, and youre gonna share it all with us
Mmmmhph
Hold him goin over. Oh now, what do we have here. A laugh followed.
This is going to be fun real fun Geehm you take a look-see whats
there.
On the far side of the wall that was only a cubit more than head high,
Kharl slowly took hold of the staff, far too long to be really useful in
the narrow space between the walls, and probably beyond, but the staff
was all he had, and he certainly owed Jekat. He stepped back, waiting.
A lean man in a grimy brown tunic and dark gray trousers, with boots
bound together with strips of leather, scrambled down over the wall, a
stubby knife shimmering in his right hand. Even before the man could
register Kharls presence, the cooper drove the end of the staff into the
others gut with all the force he could manage.
Uuufff
You all right, Geehm? came from the other side of the wall.
Before the intruder could reply, Kharl brought the staff back and jabbed
at the mans knife hand because there was no room to do anything but jab,
even with his grip halfway down the smooth black wood.
Aee The knife dropped from the attackers hand, although Kharl hadnt
struck that hard.
Kharl shifted his grip on the warm wood.
Not going to be easy not now, you bastard The intruder bent down.
Kharl could sense something, and almost without thinking he slammed the
staff into the others shoulder. A second knife went flying
against the wall. Kharl brought the staff up, then down, in an awkward
sideways blow, but one hard enough to drop the man, because he pitched
forward, clearly unconscious the way he sprawled.
Kharl half vaulted over the fallen figure and leaned the staff against
the end and corner of the walls as he scrambled up to the top of the
wall, then reached down and grabbed the staff. As he turned he could see
a smaller man holding Jekat and a third man, somewhat larger, moving to
meet him even as Kharl dropped down into the end of the
ancient serviceway.
Oh so you had someone guarding your loot, hissed the man
holding Jekat. Get him, Brot.
Brot lumbered forward, a long knife in each hand.
The serviceway was wider than the space of Jekats hideaway, and that
allowed Kharl to shift his hands inside the middle iron bands, so that he
could use the staff properly. He hadnt used one in years, although his
father had taught him the basics years before, when hed still been a
boy, since staffs or cudgels were the only weapons permitted to artisans
and
crafters.
Still, it seemed like the staff had a mind of its own, because Kharl
could almost sense what the bigger man was about to do, and within
moments one of the knives was on the dirt-covered stones, and one of
Brots wrists hung almost limply. Yet the man charged Kharl again.
Kharl struck once more, then again, and there was a sickening crack, and
Brot clutched his arm and shoulder, then sank to the stones.
Demon the smaller man started to thrust Jekat away, but his eyes went
wide, then he crumpled, blood welling across the gray cloth that covered
his guts. He started to moan.
Jekat bent, then straightened.
Kharl could see the redness across the fallen mans neck. The moans
had stopped.
Go away! Jekat snapped at Brot. Far away!
The big man Kharl had wounded staggered to his feet, arms dangling
limply, and lumbered out of the serviceway, not even looking back, not
saying a word despite what had to be great pain.
What? Kharl blurted.
Brots a no-mind. He lost it to a wizard years back. Did whatever his
brother asked. Jekat gestured to the dead man on the stones, then looked
up. The other one?
Knocked him out.
Let me look. Jekat scrambled to the top of the lower section of wall
between the tanners wall and the Tenderers wall. He peered over, then
looked back down at Kharl. Think you killed him. Hes not moving at all.
I didnt hit him that hard, Kharl said.
Jekat dropped back down to the pavement, eyes on the staff Kharl still
held. Thats a black staff. Must be something about it.
Kharl had wondered, but hed scarcely had time to think about it. He
looked at the staff once more. It had certainly been well made, and of
lorken and black iron but that shouldnt have given it any special
powers.
Anyway we need to get rid of these two.
Kharl looked at Jekat, taking in the shapeless gray clothes, the raggedly
cut hair, the smooth skin, carefully smudged with grime. Hed never
bothered to look closely before. Who studied urchins? A lot of things
made much more sense.
Maybe youd better go
What is your name? he asked. Jekai, Jekati?
Jeka. Easy enough to add at.
Where do you want me to go? Kharl asked. You know I dont know the
alleys and serviceways.
You stay, nothing changes. Her voice was wary.
Do you really think Id force anything? he asked. Besides, that was
why you helped me, wasnt it? You must have seen something.
Jeka nodded. Saw you save the scriveners girl. Heard about the
blackstaffer. Some mend save one. I dont know any whod risk for two.
Leastwise, I never saw any. A brief smile crossed her face. Three, I
guess, now. The smile vanished. Nothin changes.
Nothing, Kharl promised.
We still got to get rid of him and the other, Jeka pointed out.
After dark, Kharl suggested. Lift this one over the wall for now. When
its dark, Ill drag them out and over a street or two. Leave em in the
shadows. Try that now, and someone would see. Watch wont come here, will
they?
Havent ever.
Do you think they told anyone else?
No. That kindd want to keep the loot to themselves.
As he lifted the dead mans body and pushed it up over the wall,
Kharl hoped so.
He turned to Jeka. Might as well go.
She nodded. Leave the staff and bend over. Shuffle. Uncomb
your beard.
Kharl couldnt exactly uncomb his beard, but he tried to make it look
less groomed. In a few days, the way it grew, it would look disreputable
enough. He didnt like leaving the staff, but she was right. It was too
good for a beggar, far too good. He eased it back over the wall, then
shuffled after Jeka out onto Copper Road. Should I beg? muttered Kharl.
You dont, and somell be looking at you funny, less you want to twitch
and mumble, something like that.
A copper, just a copper copper, please Kharl mumbled. Whine more,
suggested Jeka under her breath. A copper just one hungry please
Better, she said. Now you got a few more coppers? Kharl handed over
three, trying to keep stooped over and shuffling. He was finding that
holding that position was hard work.
The lower market was in the open space on the north side of the harbor,
below First Cross, a flat area that had once held warehouses before
theyd been swept away by the great flood and storm in Kharls
grand-sires time. The odors of ripeand rottenfruit mixed with the
smell of fish and freshly lighted charcoal on small braziers, and with
other less
obvious odors.
As they drew nearer, Jeka motioned. You squat over there by that post.
Beggars not supposed to be in the market.
The post was half of a rotting bollard that lay on its side twenty cubits
from the first cart, and Kharl sat down cross-legged, the rags covering
his trousers and boots.
Jeka slipped away.
The cooper began to beg.  copper just a copper He tensed as he saw
two men in Watch uniforms strolling down Copper Road toward the market,
but for him to move would call more attention than remaining huddled by
the decayed bollard. Instead, he dropped his voice into a mumble, careful
to keep his face down and partly shielded by the ragged hood.
Surprisingly, the two Watchmen ignored him, as if he did not exist,
and stood less than fifteen cubits away, their eyes on the melange of
carts, goods spread on ground cloths, and even on the counters of
portable stalls.
 what about that business with the silversmith
 sort of thing that reeks of Egen and his lavender
 who could say no traces
 never any traces deadly little sneak
The taller man laughed.  fine when hes with you needs you but
better wear plate on your back dealing with him rather be down here
 safer than in the Justicers Halls. Thats certain
After a silence, one of two Watchmen asked,  you seen the new one at
Bardos?
From Hamor, they say
Frigging amazing
Uh-oh
The two hurried toward a stall where the counter had been knocked down
and a wizened woman held a thin youth in blue.
Tried to steal my silks, he did!
The youth saw the two in Watch blue, and tried to bolt. He almost broke
free before one of the Watch coshed him with his truncheon.
Hsst
Kharl turned his head.
Jeka beckoned. Need to get you clear fore those two head this way.
Kharl didnt argue, but mock-struggled to his feet and hobble-shuffled
after Jeka.
I got some bread and dried figs, and a wedge of hard cheese. WatchU
come up Cargo Road. Be a good thing to be gone. We can fill the flask at
the fountain on Second Cross.
Kharl hadnt seen the flask, but Jeka could have concealed that and more
in the shapeless garments. She had, in fact.
They kept to the side of the road, making their way back along the
alleyway off Copper Road up to Second Cross. The fountain there was for
horses, but there was only one spavined cart mare drinking from the stone
trough under the fountain. Without direction from Jeka, Kharl eased into
the morning shadows and settled down into a heap against the brick wall
across the street.
A tradesman walking swiftly by glanced toward Kharl.
A copper just a copper
Go work for it, fellow. No time for lazy beggars.
 worked hard, ser cant now
 all say that With a snort, the tradesman walked on by.
From somewhere else a copper clattered on the stones. Kharl swept
it in, almost feeling guilty.
Jeka waited until the ashman led the limping mare away, then rinsed
the flask and filled it.
Kharl made his hobbling and stooped way northward along Second Cross,
then downhill, following the alley to First Cross, keeping Jeka at a
distance until they passed the last wall of the slateyard, where she made
her way to a pile of stones above the ancient breakwater and settled onto
a wide and flat stone.
Kharl took the stone across from her. His eyes surveyed the harbor and
the piers to the south. There were but five oceangoing vessels tied up,
and none bore the twin square-rigged masts of the Seastag, not that hed
expected the vessel to return to Brysta so soon.
Looking for that ship? asked Jeka, extending a chunk of bread and a
section of the hard cheese.
Its not there. Wont be for two or three eightdays, at least. Maybe
longer. Good view of the harbor from here.
We can see anyone coming from here. Cant really see us, not with
the slateyard wall.
Why did you come here from Sagana? he asked after a mouthful
of bread and cheese.
What else could I do? My da died when his mule bolted and the harness
broke, metal buckle slashed his neck. Ma found him in the field. Strong
woman, she was. She farmed the plot and sheared the flock from the time I
could recall. Me and Sis, we spun and wove. Got to be pretty good. Fever
got Ma and Sis, three years back. Tariff farmer, he claimed the place
owed tariffs, loom and all. He said he was goin to indenture me to
Gelhalran the same sort of place as Bardos, cept worse. I took the
coins and ran. Im small been passing for a beggar boy. Figured Id have
to leave soon. People notice when you dont grow. Jeka stopped to eat,
then passed the water flask to Kharl.
Thank you.
What happened to your boys? Jeka asked. Saw em, and then
they were gone.
Arthal he signed on a ship as a carpenters apprentice, and Charees
sister took Warrl. Couldnt fight that. Knew, I guess, I was going to
lose the cooperage.
 Fore that business with Vexon?
Vexon?
Fellow you killed with the cudgel. Hes an assassin. He was till you
killed him, anyway. Lotsa folk be pleased you did him in. They say he
worked for Egen.
Thought so, Kharl mumbled.
Whyd you say youd lose the place?
Tariff farmerFyngel. Twice-doubled my tariff. Said hed been ordered to
by Lord West. Egen, I figure. No way Id be able to raise twelve golds by
the turn of winter.
Twelve golds?
Kharl nodded.
Like a fortune. Egen musta wanted to hurt you bad, said Jeka. Dont
know which is worse, lord or tariff farmer.
Lord, suggested Kharl. Tariff farmers do as theyre told. May be
greedy, but thats what the lords want.
Justicers arent much better.
Not from what Ive seen, Kharl agreed. My father, he said they were
better in the old times, when Lord Wests grandsire was lord.
Cant go back. Past doesnt come again.
No. Kharl swallowed, a lump in his throat at the words, sitting on
stone rubble on the ruined northern side of the harbor, realizing again
all that hed lost. It doesnt.
XXVIII
For the next eightday, every morning Kharl woke up listening, wondering
whether that day would be the one that the Watch would find him, or
whether another set of beggar-brigands would track and attack them.
Neither happenednot in the space between the walls nor on their journeys
down the shadowed sides of streets, alleys, and serviceways,
but he was all too aware that either couldand still might.
After two days, hed found a length of cast-off timber, and, over the
next several, managed to use his belt knife to carve a grip on it, so
that it could function as half staff or cudgel, while looking like a
walking stick for a creaky old man. Since Kharl felt it was unwise to
take the black staff with him, the makeshift stick and weapon offered
some reassurance.
On sixdayat least, he thought it was sixdayKharl woke early, almost
shivering in a morning that verged on frosty. Jeka was still asleep
behind her canvases. He wondered how long it might be before Hagan
returned, but he knew that was eightdays away, maybe a half season at
best, even with the so-called short voyage the Austran captain was
making. If matters got too bad, perhaps Kharl could find another ship.
Too bad? He nearly laughed out loud, but that would have wakened Jeka. He
wasnt certain how things could get much worse, not unless Egen caught
him and tortured and hanged him. Had he been wrong just to leave the
cooperage? He frowned, thinking. He couldnt have sold the building and
the business for enough golds even to pay the tariffs due. That was
clear. But he still wondered.
The canvas shivered, and before long, Jeka appeared. You look as if
someone was goin to hang you. Kharl almost burst into laughter at the
cheerful tone of her voice expressing such dour thoughts. Sad to think I
dont dare show my face
to buy food.
You do, and the Watchll be lookin for you, quick-like. They keep
asking for you.
You havent
Havent told no one. Vaskalone of em sorta nice to meget a copper
from him now n then, he told me if I ever ran across yousaid the cooper
Kharlbe a gold in it for me
Kharl shook his head.
I wouldnt take no gold. Wouldnt turn anyone over to Egen. Jekas
voice turned dark.
After a moment, Kharl spoke. I was thinking about the cooperage. Was my
das and my grandsires. Thought Id be able to pass it on to my
boys.
Not with pisser Egen after you. They say Jeka broke off her
words.
What?
 just things. Hes mean, a lot meaner n he should be.
Kharl could agree with that. I thought Id go out for a bit.
If you want best be careful still dont know the alleys well as you
should
Kharl stood. Ill be careful. Cant always ask you to do everything.
After taking his makeshift stick and weapon, and gathering the ragged
cloak that was far from warm enough around him, he eased his way up the
wall. Once he was certain no one was in the serviceway, he clambered over
and scuttled out of the serviceway and onto the street.
It was early enough that there were few about, just servants headed down
to the fish market, and dockers and laborers. No one looked at the ragged
beggar moving uphill toward the crafters section of Brysta, and when he
began to ask for coppers, most moved well away from him.
As he neared his cooperage, Kharl moved from the main street into the
alley that ran behind the Tankard, an alley likely to be empty in the
morning. He kept his eyes open, and listened carefully, as he neared the
rear of the cooperage. Both the rear door and the loading dock doorway
had been carelessly boarded up. He watched for a time, but neither saw
nor heard anyone.
He edged past the cooperage to Fifth Cross, where he turned back toward
Crafters Lane. There he turned and limped slowly past the tinsmiths,
then Derdans woolen shop, and finally past the cooperage, as slowly as
he could. The display window of the cooperage was covered with boards,
and what he could see of the glass was streaked with dirt and a few
pigeon droppings.
On the door, also boarded shut, was an oblong of parchment with a blue
wax seal and a blue ribbon. Both parchment and ribbon showed signs of
water spots and dust. Kharl peered and squinted at the parchment.
 know all by these present that the premises and contents will be
presented at public auction on sevenday, the tenth week of fall all may
bid, save any related by blood to the former owner, the cooper Kharl
Kharl caught sight of someone walking up the far side of the lane and
looked away, slowly limping toward the square. From what hed
glimpsed, the rest of the notice had declared that no bid under fifteen
golds would be accepted and had then merely spelled out the need for the
winning bidder to be prepared to pay in gold at the conclusion of the
auction.
The signature had been that of Reynol, Lord Justicer.
That didnt surprise Kharl in the slightest, nor did the minimum price.
Lord West wanted his tariffs, one way or another.
Kharl kept limping past Tyrbels scriptorium. The door was closed, but
not boarded up. He wondered if Sanyle still lived there, or if she had
gone to live with one of her older sistersor if, horribly, Egen had
taken her for his own purposes. The coopers lips tightened as he limped
downhill toward the upper market square, the one now too good for him,
where a beggar would be run off.
XXIX
Sevenday came and went, as did eightday and oneday. Kharls stomach
growled most of the time. The end-days had been lean, with fewer places
for Jeka or Kharl to cadge or buy food cheaply. Thin clouds promised a
brisk and cool day, but one without rain, and one suited for what Kharl
needed to do. He opened his pack and took out a tunic.
Jeka looked at Kharl, quizzically, but not speaking.
Im going to leave for a few days, he said. You want to come?
Where?
Out to the southeast, a hamlet called Peachill. Jeka cocked her head.
No. Better that you go alone.
You be all right?
She laughed. I was fine fore you came be all right if you go.
Ill be back in a day or so.
Thats what
I will, Kharl said.
Ill see you then. Jeka turned her head away. Im going out to see my
boy. Kharl didnt know why he had to explain to Jeka, but he did. I
want to know if hes all right. He knew
that, in some ways, going to Peachill was dangerous. Dangerous or not, he
had to know that Warrl was all right.
Whyd you leave him?
I didnt. I told you. He left me. He was afraid Id lose everything, and
that somehow it was all my fault, and he wrote his aunt, and she came,
and he left with her.
Jeka looked up at him.
Kharl wasnt sure how to read the darkness in her eyes. I knew they were
right, but how how could I have just given up the cooperage?
She didnt say anything, but she might as well have stated that hed lost
it anyway, and lost his sons as well.
I have to make sure hes all right. Kharl knew he was repeating
himself, but she had to understand.
Jeka nodded. Ill be here. She turned away.
Kharl pulled on his tunic and winter jacket. Hed wear the ragged cloak
over the jacket until he was clear of Brysta, but he wasnt going to see
Warrl as a beggar. Especially not when his son was staying with Merayni.
Once he left the space between the walls, it took him more than a glass
to reach the southeast road at the foot of the harbor on the outskirts of
Brysta. No one seemed to be following him, but he kept walking until he
was a good kay beyond the pillars that marked the limits of Brysta and
until the road was empty. Only then did he shed the ragged cloak, roll it
into a cylinder, and hide it in the hedgerow behind the stone wall. He
paused a moment, trying to mark the location in his memory.
He kept the short walking stick, and it was almost a pleasure to be able
to straighten up and stretch his legs along the gently curving road.
Midmorning came and went, and he was still on the road.
Early in the afternoon, he saw a woman cleaning out her garden, and for
several coppers, persuaded her to provide him with a half a loaf of
bread, some hard cheese, a leek, and permission to use her well for
water. The water and the food added some spring to his step, at least for
another three or four kays, when his feet began to ache, and his steps
slowed.
Still, by late afternoon, he reached the kaystone that announced
Peachill. He knew that Dowsyls orchards were off a lane on the west side
of the road, somewhere short of the hamlet, but it had been more than
five years since he and Charee had visited Merayni, and Kharl could not
remember the lane exactly. He walked another five rods, and stopped.
With a sigh, he walked another fifty cubits to a hutlike dwelling set
amid gardens needing preparation for the winter. There, he knocked.
After several moments, the oblong peep-door opened. Dont need nothing
sharpened, came a womans voice.
Im not a tinker. Im a traveler. Could you tell me which lane leads to
Dowsyls place?
Why you want to know?
Because theyre family, Kharl replied.
While the small part of the womans face Kharl could see expressed doubt,
she cleared her throat. If you were coming south, you already passed it.
Last lane back. Go in about two kays, and the house is just past the
peach trees.
He still have the little barn between the pearapples and peaches?
Yes. Even with the single word, some of the suspicion lifted from the
womans face. Then, the peep-door closed with a click.
Thank you. Even with the door closed, Kharl bowed. Then he headed back
northward to the first lane.
It could have been that he was tired, but the distance to Dowsyls
orchards seemed far longer than two kays. The sun hung low in the western
sky above the rolling hills covered with a mixture of graying broadleaf
trees and pines before Kharl stopped at the low stone wall that bordered
the lane.
Beyond the peach trees, their leaves now almost entirely winter-gray,
Kharl could see the square dwelling with the heavy thatched roof, and
beyond the house, the rows of pearapple trees, with some leaves still
showing patches of green. After standing in the lane for a time, he
walked through the gateless opening in the stone wall. He had almost
reached the clear area around the house when he heard footsteps to his
right and turned.
Da! You came! Warrl ran from the small barn toward his father. He
looked as though he might throw his arms around his father, then stopped.
You came. I wasnt sure you would.
Your aunt said I was welcome, and I wanted to see how you were doing.
Ive learned a lot, and Warrl stopped and looked past Kharl. Kharl
turned. The broad-shouldered Merayni, wearing a ragged apron covered with
flour, appeared on the narrow porch of the orchard cottage.
The cooper nodded toward Charees sister, then began to walk toward her.
Warrl walked beside his father. Aunt Merayni Da came.
I see that. Meraynis voice was level.
Merayni Dowsyl appeared behind Warrl. Kharls walked a long way. Im
sure he could use something for his thirst.
Merayni looked at her consort, then at Kharl. Ill find something. She
paused. Everything is wonderful, and youre going to take Warrl? Her
voice was cold and edged.
No. Things are not wonderful. You were right. Kharl met Meraynis eyes
directly. I lost the cooperage, and Im getting by best I can. I may
have to go to sea. But I wanted to see Warrl.
Abruptly, Merayni looked down, if but slightly.
Hard thing, to lose something like that, said Dowsyl slowly. Wouldnt
want to lose the orchards and land. Know I wouldnt take to that.
Da Im sorry. Warrls voice was low.
You didnt do that, son. I made some mistakes. Sometimes you make
mistakes, and bad things happen.
How did you lose it, Da? asked Warrl.
I couldnt make the golds for the tariffs. The justicer put it up for
public auction. Said no one related to me by blood could bid on it.
Kharl was troubled by his own words. Although what he said was truthful,
what he implied was not exactly so.
Comes from upsetting lords murmured Merayni.
It does, Kharl agreed. But theres little I can do now.
Merayni slipped into the squarish dwelling.
Dowsyl stepped closer. Long walk, Kharl.
It was, but I wanted to see Warrl. I wasnt sure when I might be able to
get back here.
Said you were welcome to stay here. I meant it.
I know, Kharl replied. I thank you for that, but Im a cooper. Im not
a grower. I dont know trees or the land.
Merayni came back out onto the porch, bearing a large mug. Just drew
this.
Kharl accepted the worn clay mug and took a long swallow of the cool
water. Thank you. He took another, draining the mug and handing it back.
Well your Das here, Warrl, Dowsyl said. Hes had a long journey.
Least we can do is have a solid supper and offer him a bed for
the night.
Before Merayni could say anything, Kharl replied. Both would be welcome,
but just a mat and a blanket in the little barn would be good. Ill have
to leave in the morning.
Theres a comfortable pallet there, Merayni said, and weve blankets
to spare.
Thank you.
Be a bit before supper, though.
Anything would be welcome anytime. Kharl bowed his head
slightly.
Da? Can I show you the orchard and the trees Uncle Dowsyl let me
prune? asked Warrl.
You surely can, replied Kharl.
Over this way he had me start on the pearapples
As Kharl followed his son, he could not but overhear the words
behind them.
 was such a proud man almost feel sorry for him
Almost
 not right, what happened
 doesnt matter should have known better. Charee warned him she did
They were right, Kharl reflected. Charee had warned him. Shed warned him
that helping people could hurt her and the children, and Kharl had tried
to help Sanyle and Jenevra and one was an orphan and the other was
deadand Kharl had lost his consort and cooperage, and at least one son.
For all that Merayni said, a sadness fell across the cooper as he
considered that trying to do good had created such awful results. He
forced a smile onto his face as he followed and listened to
his son.
This one I had to do twice. There was a graft you see,
here
Kharl just watched Warrl, listening.
XXX
On threeday morning, Kharl was up at dawn and used the well behind the
cottage to wash up, chill as the air was, cold as the water was.
Warrl joined him just as the sun flooded a clear fall sky. You have to
go today, Da?
I do.
Uncle Dowsyl said you could stay. I heard him.
Kharl decided against pointing out Meraynis views on that. Your uncle
is a good and kindly man, Warrl. But Im not a grower. Im a cooper. I
might be able to be a carpenter somewhere, or do other things, but a
grower Im not.
Aunt Merayni doesnt think youll ever be a cooper again. She said so.
Is it true?
I cant be a cooper in Brysta. Id have to go somewhere else, maybe even
another land.
You could come here.
Kharl shook his head. Peachill is too small for a cooper. People only
need a few barrels a year here.
You dont want to come?
I cant, son.
You dont want to
Its not that Kharl tried to think of an answer that would express
what he felt. Its Id rather be with you but if I came here it
wouldnt be fair to Merayni or Dowsyl or to you. Its too close to
Brysta. Its still part of Lord Wests lands.
How could that be? You work hard. Youd do that, here. I know you would.
You always work hard.
Warrl do you remember what happened in Brysta? Every time I cross the
street there, now, I have to look to make sure there arent any of Lord
Egens bravos around. Im staying with people, poor people, but I have to
sneak in and out. If I came here, and Lord Egen found out Kharl shook
his head slowly.
No! It cant be Warrls headshake was violent. Youre just saying
that He turned and found himself held by Dowsyl. He looked Up. Uncle
Dowsyl that it cant be
Lad I fear so, said Dowsyl slowly. Your das got the right of it,
sad as it is.
I had to make sure you were all right, Kharl said, his eyes fixed on
Warrls narrow face, in some ways so much like his mothers. But I dare
not come back too soon. And if I go to sea, Ill not be able to. Not for a
time.
But why? What did you do?
Your da did what was right, answered Dowsyl. Times when a man does,
and a lords done wrong, all those around the man suffer. Its not fair,
lad, but thats the way of the world. But dont be blaming your da for
doing right. Theres too few that will in these days. Warrl slowly
turned. Da
Kharl stepped forward and put his arms around his son. He also mouthed
the words, Thank you, to Dowsyl.
The grower nodded, with a sad smile, before saying, Meraynis got
breakfast for us. Come on in when youre ready. After a moment, he
added, Your da will need a good fill, Warrl. Long walk back to Brysta.
He turned and left them.
Im sorry, Da, offered Warrl, stepping back from Kharls embrace. So
am I. Never thought Kharl shook his head again. Warrl looked down.
After another silence, the cooper said, Wed better go eat. Breakfast
was hearty, with fried apples and pearapples, ham slices, and hot bread
from the oven. There was little conversation, because he and Warrl had
said what they could, as had Dowsyl, and because Merayni had long since
voiced her views. Young Dowlan was interested in having more pearapples,
and his sisters chattered about the new goat kid.
Before all that long, the food was gone, and Kharl had given Warrl a last
hug, thanked Merayni and Dowsyl. In turn, Merayni had given Kharl some
travel bread, cheese, and some dried pearapples. Then Kharl was walking
down the long lane toward the main road. The light wind rustled the dry
winter-gray leaves still clinging to the grove
trees.
The cooper reflected as he walked eastward on the lane toward the
road back to Brysta. Dowsyl had seemed concerned, and Kharl had sensed
sadness in Warrl. Merayni had been polite. Shed not even said anything
nasty and had been hospitable to him, if cool, although he could tell
that she had been more than glad to see Kharl leavewithout Warrl.
When Kharl reached the main road to Brysta, where he turned north, he
could feel eyes on his backprobably those of the woman with the
less-than-orderly gardens, watching to see where the stranger might be
headed. He kept walking.
By midmorning, he was hungry, and he stopped beside a stream and sampled
some of the bread and dried pearapples. He saved the rest of what Merayni
had given him for later. He knew hed be even hungrier then, and who knew
when or what hed eat once he reached Brysta.
Hed walked another glass or so, when, at the sound of hoofs on the road,
Kharl glanced behind him. He saw no riders coming from the south, and
that suggested that they were on the far side of the curve in the road
ahead. He looked around, then spied an opening in the hedgerow behind the
stone wall bordering the road. He scrambled into the hedgerow just as the
first rider of a column of lancers cantered around the curve and into
sight.
While the lancers in blue tunics trimmed in burgundy rode past, Kharl
counted more than twoscore riders. None said a word, and none had weapons
at the ready, though all bore scabbards holding sabres.
Where were the lancers headed in such a rushand why?
Kharl wondered if hed ever know.
Once they had passed, and the sound of hoofs had died away, he eased
himself out of his hiding place in the hedgerow and continued walking
northward, doubting that he would reach the tannery walls until well
after dark. Longer, if he encountered more lancers.
He hoped nothing had happened to Jeka in his absence.
XXXI
Early on fourday morning, Kharl woke to find a cloudy sky, with cold mist
half-drifting, half-drizzling through the open ends of the makeshift roof
between the walls, a harbinger of late fall and of the winter to come.
Intermittently, water dripped down off each end of the roof, and, every
so often, from somewhere in the middle.
Kharl drew the winter sheepskin jacket around him, taking comfort in its
warmth, but knowing it was too fine to wear on the streets, at least not
in his guise as a beggar. He reached out and ran his fingers over the
black staff. It wasnt exactly warm, but it didnt feel cold, and
somehow, touching it had a calming effect on Kharl. He almost felt as
though life had somehow become more clear. He knew that was not true, not
at all, but it felt that way.
Jeka had come back late the night beforelong after he had trudged
through the alleys and servicewaysand she had scuttled into her
hidey-hole without speaking.
Kharl pressed his lips together tightly, swallowing. Charee was dead. Her
sister despised him. Arthal had stormed out. The cooperage would be sold,
and Kharl was hiding like a rat between walls. Hed lost everything and
everyone he had loved. While hed learned long before that fairness was
absent in much of life, he hadnt expected such unfairness to descend on
him.
His lips quirked into a sardonic smile. He doubted that his life would
ever be clear again. If he didnt get out of Brysta before too long, the
length of that life was likely to be short indeed. Yet, he couldnt walk
far enough because all Nordla was under the laws of the Quadrant. That
meant that, if he were discovered elsewhere in Nordla, Lord Westor
Egencould request his return from any other lord. At best, that meant
living like Jeka, or living a lie, waiting to be discovered. Neither
alternative appealed to Kharl.
Gettin cold, observed Jeka as she eased from her cubbyhole. How was
your boy?
Doing fine. Hes learning how to be a grower.
So he didnt want to be a cooper?
He lost his mother. Hed rather stay with his aunt and uncle than lose
more.
Ida stayed with Ma anywhere, Jeka said in a low voice.
Your mother was lucky you felt that way.
Didnt help her none.
From the bleakness of her tone, Kharl decided not to pry. How do you
make it through the winter?
Well as I can I keep the cubby sealed, much as I can. Its higher, so
water doesnt come in. Jeka shrugged. Got pretty thin by spring this
year.
You cant keep doing this.
What else is there? I wont go to a pleasure house. No one elseU have
me
Kharl glanced at the section of sky visible between the wall and the
crude roof, dark gray and getting lower. Wont find much at the lower
market today. Anyplace else we can get something to eat?
We could go to the White Pony. See if theres stuff left. Sometimes,
there is. Durolll let the girls sell it cheap, copper or two.
Might as well try. Kharls stomach was growling, as it often did of
late. The slight paunch he had developed over the past few years had
already begun to shrink, but the process wasnt pleasantor noiseless.
Its all right you know, Jeka said.
Whats all right? Kharl had no idea what she meant.
That you got some coppers. Everyone hides their coin. You have to. You
been real generous.
So have you. Sharing your space. You helped me with shelter. I help with
food.
Maybe maybe Jekas eyes dropped.
What?
Maybe youre too honest to be a cooper. Her words trailed away.
Too honest to be a cooper? Was Brysta that bad?
 shouldnta said anything, Jeka mumbled.
Never thought of that, Kharl replied. Still mulling over her
observation, he packed away the winter jacket, regretfully.
Before long, they were over the wall and out of the serviceway,
jnaking their way uphill and eastward, toward the slightly better section
of the harbor area where the White Pony was located off Third Cross, but
farther to the south.
The wind picked up, and the misty rain struck Kharls face like icy
needles, despite the hood of the ragged cloak. The icy needles also
penetrated the ragged fabric in too many other places. Shoulda holed up
for the day, suggested Jeka. You want to go back?
Not that far now. After a moment, she added,  Sides, then Id have to
give back your coppers. A gaminelike grin appeared and quickly vanished.
They walked another long cross block before Jeka turned up a narrow
alley. We take this to the stable.
Stable?
Ponys got a few rooms upstairs. Some folk stay there, those that dont
know better. Jeka eased close to a red brick wall irregularly darkened
by the misty rain. Best you wait here just around the corner, by the old
gatepost.
Kharl followed her instructions and huddled in the corner formed by a
short gate-wall and the corner of the stable nearest the alley. As Jeka
scurried urchin-like toward the inn, from under his thin and ragged and
increasingly damp cloak, Kharl watched her.
Jeka slipped along the stable wall toward the rear kitchen door of the
inn. She had barely passed the open stable door when a squarish man, with
an oiled-leather cape to protect him against the damp, stepped out of the
stable. A burly man in a dark burgundy wool jacket followed him, and the
second carried a knife in his belt, long enough almost to be a shorts
word, and a truncheon in his right hand.
A sense of something surrounded the squarish man, something that Kharl
couldnt exactly see.
You, beggar boy! ordered the man in the cape. You owe me something.
Jeka froze for a moment, then shook her head and started to dart away,
but the bodyguard was quicker and grabbed her arm. A flash of
somethingwhiteflared from the fingers of the well-dressed man, and Jeka
once more froze.
Now, young woman dressed as a boy you will wait here with Farn until I
return. I will not be gone but a few moments to collect
your companion. The squarish man laughed softly. Since you owe me He
laughed again.
Jeka said nothing.
A broad and not terribly pleasant smile appeared on Farns face.
You will not disturb her, Farn. My uses come first. Two will be far
better than one. What a wonderful coincidence, especially in this
weather. The broad man walked along the side wall of the White Pony
ignoring the rear kitchen door and heading for the front door. He did so
without so much as a look backward.
Kharl eased his way out from the alley, shuffling toward the tavern and
leaning on his stick. He tried not to look anywhere near the bodyguard or
Jeka, but toward the kitchen door.
You! snapped Farn. Go somewhere else.
Hungry, whined Kharl. Copper for a hungry man? Copper, kind ser?
Copper?
Farn let go of Jeka. She did not move. The bodyguard lifted his truncheon.
Kharl moved, bringing his shaped timber up in a single swift motion and
driving the sharper end into the others gut with all the force that a
cooper could bring to bear. The bodyguard staggered. His breath puffed
out with an explosive grunt, but he held on to the truncheon.
Kharl grabbed the middle of his weapon and, holding it in two hands,
slammed it straight up into the others jaw. There was a dull crack as
the guards jawbone snapped. This time the truncheon fell, but the man
slowly, so slowly, it seemed to Kharl, reached for Kharls neck.
Two-handed, again, Kharl drove his crude staff into the others nose.
Blood welled over the guards face, and his entire body went slack,
slumping, then crumpling onto the muddy ground. For just an instant,
Kharl thought he saw a netlike veil of white and black, a spiderweb of
sorts within the body of the guard, appear, then disintegrate.
He shook his head, then lowered the makeshift staff.
Jeka still stood immobile, and the stillness and the total lack of
expression on her face shocked Kharl. What had the other man done to her?
Used some sort of wizardry? He glanced toward the White Pony, but no one
seemed to have seen what had happened.
He grabbed Jekas arm. She didnt move.
Come on. Follow me.
This time, when he tugged at her arm, she followed, but her
movements were stiff and jerky. Kharl hurried them into the alley and out
of sight from the tavern. They had gone almost another block before the
mist began to change into a light rain. Still, it took far longer to
return to the serviceway leading to Jekas hidey-hole than it had to
travel from it.
Once there, Kharl looked at the wall. He could easily boost Jeka over the
wall, but he worried that shed fall on the other side. He couldnt carry
her and climb the wall himself.
Climb over the wall and down the other side. Wait there, he finally
said.
Jeka followed his commands, again awkwardly. After a look back, Kharl
scrambled after her. She stood waiting on the other side, her face blank.
Drops of rain from the edge of the roof fell on her. Some dribbled down
her face. She had not moved.
Move under the roof. Kharl guided her into the drier section of the
makeshift dwelling, then set down his crude short staff.
He just looked at her for a time. What could he do? The wizard had done
something with the white flash. White? He frowned, thinking, then nodded.
It certainly couldnt hurt. He stepped to one side and slid the long
black staff from under the rags.
Then he turned toward Jeka.
Her eyes widened, and she began to tremble. Kharl took her hand.
No! she screamed, struggling to get away from the staff.
Kharl pressed the staff to the hand he held.
Hsssttt! The hissing sound was almost like water on a red-hot iron blank.
Jeka collapsed like a street-show marionette whose strings had been cut,
and Kharl had to struggle to hold her one-handed, while he set aside the
black staff. Then he propped her form into a half-sitting position
against the stone wall. The hand that had touched the staff was reddened,
as if it had been slightly burned. Yet the staff had not been that hot to
Kharls touch.
Did white and black magic always react that way?
Ohhh Jeka looked up, eyes darting around. What
How much do you remember?
There was a white flash, then She shook her head. Tears seeped from
the corners of her eyes. I would have done anything anyone told me.
That was what he wanted.
But wont they come after us?
The bodyguard wont.
You killed him.
I didnt mean to. Kharl thought about his words, then added. No He
felt so evil that I had to. Except I really wasnt thinking that then 
His actions still confused him.
Wont the wizard come after us for that? Jeka shivered.
He might, Kharl conceded. But its raining, and its hard to track
people in the rain, even with dogs. He didnt see me, I dont think. He
paused. You have any other hiding places?
Theyre not very good. This is the only really good one.
Then, wed better stay here. Well have to be very careful when we go
out. And Im coming with you.
Guess guess youd better. The faint tears still oozed from the corners
of Jekas eyes.
Kharl didnt have any idea what he could say to make her feel better.
All that because hed been hungry.
XXXII
JVharls stomach had gone well beyond empty and painful by dawn five
mornings later, after four days of weather ranging from mist to rain so
heavy that it had fallen in walls of icy water. He was sore and stiff
because only a small area of the poorly roofed hiding space had remained
usableand that had been damp. When the sun finally rose on a cold and
clear oneday, the cloudless sky and bright morning sunlight did little to
cheer him. Nor did it ease his aching muscles and empty belly.
Jeka finally crawled out of her cubby, yawning. Need to sleep when you
can. Sleep more, and you dont need to eat so much.
Could be.
Least its oneday, she offered. Lower markets good on oneday.
Specially by afternoon.
Before too long, she left, and after a few moments, Kharl followed,
carrying his small wooden begging bowl. He had to be careful climbing the
wall, because he felt a bit light-headed, but the walking, even at his
affected hobble, cleared away some of the faintness.
The rain had washed away much of the stench from the rendering yard and
from the tannery, and the cold breeze from the west brought a cleaner
smell to Brysta. It wouldnt last that long, Kharl knew, but it helped as
he hobbled down Copper Road, trailing Jeka by a good half block, when he
could even see her elusive form.
He continued to plead, A copper, just a copper for a poor man As
usual, most of those on the street ignored Kharl the beggar either by
walking past quickly or by avoiding him. He did get one copper in the
battered wooden bowl.
The sun was a good quarter of the way up the eastern sky when Kharl
paused on the rubble-strewn corner on the northeast side of the harbor,
short of the slateyard. From there, he looked at the lower market with
its tents, carts, and portable stalls. He didnt see Jeka. He could see,
except it was a feeling, more than a seeing, a patchy area of whiteness
on the southern side of the open space that held the market.
Abruptly, and from nowhere, Jeka dashed from a cart and crossed the soggy
ground between them. She stopped and extended a half loaf of bread.
Mamata gave it to me. She said shed eaten some, and couldnt eat any
more and couldnt sell it.
Kharl took a bite of the heavy rye, and his mouth watered. He forced
himself to hand the bread back to Jeka after another bite.
I had more than that, she said, refusing the bread.
Kharl didnt argue. He took several more large mouthfuls, and within
moments, he started to feel less light-headed. He handed the remaining
bread to Jeka.
This time, she took the quarter loaf remaining and finished half of it,
then gave the remainder back. He ate it, even licking the crumbs off his
fingers.
I need to see what else I can scrounge or get cheap, she said.
Stay away from the southern end, he said.
Jeka looked at him.
Just a feeling, he said, not wanting to explain.
Ill be careful. Always am.
Be more careful, he suggested. Dont know where that wizard might show
up.
Here? Not likely. Jeka laughed, then made her way back toward the carts
and stalls.
Kharl followed. Even after the bread, his mouth watered as the scent of
roasting fowl wafted around him. How long had it been since hed sat at
his own table and eaten fowl? And ale? And as much bread as he wanted?
He kept moving. Instead of staking out a space and sitting down, he
hobbled around the harborside end of the market, occasionally pleading,
extending the bowl. A copper just a copper for a poor man
Over the eightdays hed been in hiding, he doubted that hed collected
more than nine or ten coppers, but his efforts made it easier to
conceal the source of the coins hed given to Jeka, not so much for her__
she knew betterbut from those with whom she dealt. He stopped and
slumped, as if tired, but the slump was not all pose, not with the little
he had eaten over the end-days.
Then he returned to walking and whining,  copper just a copper
As he neared the southwestern corner of the market, Kharl could see the
patchy whitish fog more clearly, centered around a maroon-painted stall.
He blinked, and the fog vanished. Was he seeing things because he was
hungry? But the fog had become clearer after hed eaten.
He limped and hobbled farther south, easing himself closer to the maroon
stall, finally squatting near the rotten bollard section where hed often
placed himself.
Copper just a copper he mumbled, watching the stall where several
youths, three girls, two women, and a tall man were gathered.
Ooos and aahhs came from the group.
A few coins here, any coin, came a voice, and youll see what youve
never seen.
After a moment, a flare of bluish flame erupted from somewhere in front
of the group, then vanished. It wasnt flame, Kharl could tell, although
he didnt really know how he knew, but it looked like it, and everyone
stepped back.
For a moment, Kharl caught a glimpse of the wizard, wearing a red cape.
Behind and to the left of the wizard stood another man, almost identical
to the bodyguard Kharl had killedor had he killed the man outside the
White Pony? Kharl swallowed. The wizard was the same man who had
ensorceled Jeka. But what was he doing in the lower
market? Looking for her? Kharls fingers tightened around his stick, a
poor weapon against a wizard, but the only one he had. He kept watching/
more aware of the whiteness that was not fog.
The small crowd once more drew nearer to the wizard.
You see? The wizard laughed. All of you draw near, and you will see
something truly special. Closer now and who might have a coin? For
miracles do not come without a price. He laughed again,
heartily.
Kharl shivered at the laughter, feeling something more behind it.
A copper? Cannot someone add to it? asked the wizard. If not, you must
step closer, for what marvels you will see will be smaller.
The cooper frowned. The wizard seemed more to want the crowd closer than
to get another copper. Kharl glanced past the stall. Jeka was moving past
a cart with scarfs tied around a polished wooden rod, slowly toward the
wizard and his booth. Kharl hobbled in toward the crowd, then left,
toward Jeka. She slipped right, as if to avoid Kharl.
Got a copper, brat? he asked in a louder voice that was half growl,
half whine.
Jeka stiffened at the tone.
Get back, Kharl whispered. Same wizard. Looking for you
Jeka darted off to the north.
Kharl hobbled quickly, as if Jeka had taken something. Stop! Brat!
Behind him, there was a flash of light, bright enough that he had to
blink, even though his back was to the wizard. Screams filled the air,
and Kharl looked back.
A column of smoke filled the space around where the wizards booth had
been. More had happened than just a flash of light. Those around the
smoke had their hands to their eyes. Some staggered. Two women had
collapsed, as had a man.
As Kharl watched, the wizards guard emerged from the smoke, carrying a
bundle of some sorta very long bundle. To the right of the guard was the
wizard, but his figure was blurred, and Kharl had trouble looking at the
mage, as the wizard and his guard slipped away from the smoke and the
booth it had shrouded.
For a moment, Kharl stood frozen, his eyes flicking from the guard to the
almost invisible figure of the wizard, then back to the guard in the
burgundy jacket.
The wizard stopped, turned, and looked directly at Kharl. His eyes
seemed to burn. You will not thwart me again, half creature. Next time
the weather will not favor you, and she will repay me.
Although the words were spoken from more than thirty cubits awaya good
two rodsKharl heard them clearly, and wondered how he had.
The wizard turned and strode swiftly away from the market, moving more
quickly than the guard burdened with the large and long bundle
Sellers and would-be buyers alike were turning toward the column of
dissipating smoke and the booth emerging from the smoke, a squarish stall
that looked only vaguely like the burgundy-walled stall before which the
wizard had performed. More illusion? Kharl wondered how the stall could
have changed so much, then looked back toward the wizard and the guard.
They had reached a coach waiting east of the market.
Shes gone! Gone!
Kharl turned back toward the stall where one of the women had staggered
upright. Shes gone!
Belatedly, Kharl realized that the bundle must have held a bodya small
live body, and probably that of a girl. He glanced back to find the two
men, but both the coach holding the guard and the wizard had already
vanished.
The cooper began to hobble back uphill, even as the wizards words echoed
through his thoughts not thwart me again
Kharl kept moving. He would have liked to tell someone, even the Watch,
about the girl, but there wasnt much he could do, not now, and who would
believe him if he told anyone there?
Slowly, he made his way back to the wall shelter adjoining the rendering
yard. He did not enter the serviceway until the nearby street was empty.
He quickly scaled the wall, then settled down to wait.
As time passed, Kharl began to worry, but he had no idea where he might
find Jeka, none at all. She did not return to the space between the walls
until close to sunset, but Kharl could smell the fowl she carried as she
dropped over the wall.
I got some-at for you, Jeka announced.
What about you? asked Kharl.
Had some already. That dustup at the market found some coppers. Bought
fowl for us both. You always buy. Jeka did not quite look at Kharl as
she handed him the fowl in stale bread.
Kharl kept from frowning. Jeka was telling the truth. That he knew,
although he could not have said why. She had eaten, and she had found
coppers, but he was missing something.
Whats the matter? he asked.
Nothing.
Somethings bothering you, he observed, before taking a bite of
the fowl.
Jeka did not reply, instead settling down with her back against the
ancient brick wall.
Kharl did not press her as he ate several more bites, before holding out
the fowl. Sure you wouldnt like some?
Had more n enough.
After finishing the bread and fowl, Kharl licked his fingers as clean as
he could. For the first time in days, his stomach felt comfortably full.
Yet he couldnt enjoy it. Something was bothering Jeka. Still. Youre
worried. You cant hide it.
Jeka just sat in the early twilight, not looking at Kharl.
He waited.
Finally, Jeka began to speak, slowly at first. Enelya had a sister. She
was youngern me, lots younger. She was doing the morning dishes when we
went to the White Pony
Kharl knew what Jeka was going to say, but he said nothing.
She was at the tub and like as disappeared
Did anyone find her?
Enelya looked much as she could. Jeka took another bite of the fowl.
Found her this morning. In the harbor say she drowned, cause there
wasnt a mark on her.
You dont think she did?
Enelya says she was scared of water. She almost drowned in the creek
where they grew up backhills always stayed away from the harbor.
The wizard. He took someone else this morning at the market, Kharl
said. He wanted to take you at the White Pony. He talked about two being
better than one. And he said you owed him.
Heard that. Jeka shivered, although it was not that cold. Today, I
woulda gone there. Felt like I was bein called. Didnt know you for a
moment
I wondered about that, Kharl said. Thats why I was harsh.
Saved me maybe She shivered again. Hes gonna keep lookin
He wants young ones, girls almost Kharl murmured, more to himself,
thinking that the wizard was worse even than Egen. But owing?
Must need em for his wizardry
The Watch doesnt say anything? asked Kharl abruptly.
They dont care. Not about street girls. Dont even care about poor
ones. Safer as a boy than a girl.
How do you owe him?
Dont. Not him.
Although Jeka was lying, Kharl just nodded. What good would it do to
press her? Except get him in more trouble. There wasnt much he could
say. But he worried about the wizards words. Had the wet weather helped
him in dealing with the wizard before? Why?
His lips curled into a wry smile. Until hed thought over the wizards
words, he hadnt been aware of anything that seemed to favor him these
days.
His eyes dropped to the rag-wrapped black staff. Would it, too, help
against the wizard? Would anything help enough?
XXXIII
JSJiarl kept worrying on twoday, but he had a feeling that threeday or
fourday would be when the wizard resumed looking for himor for Jeka. He
still had no idea why the wizard was seeking out one young woman
disguised as a beggar boy, but it was clear that he was.
On twoday, Kharl checked the harbor, as he had most days, but there was
no sign of the Seastag, or either of the other two ships whose masters he
knew, if less well than he did Hagen. He tried to push aside the worry
that he might not be able to avoid Egen until a captain he knew ported in
Brysta.
Jeka woke Kharl early on threeday, even before dawn. Feel that..  like
a cord I cant see, tuggin at me.
The cooper looked at the shivering young woman posing as a ragged boy. As
he saw the light frost on the stones, he couldnt help feeling guilty for
his warm jacket, even if he only dared sleep in it. For a moment, her
words didnt mean anything. Then he stiffened and lurched up. We need to
leave here. Now. He tried not to wince. His back and limbs were sore and
stiff, as they had been every morning he had awakened between
the walls.
Leave? Sos he can catch us in the open? Jeka pulled her ragged
brown cloak around her more tightly.
If we stay here, hell follow whatever that cord is until he knows where
you are. You want to stay and be cornered?
Got a little bread left, Jeka offered. Lets eat first. Two chunks of
bread took little enough time to eat. Then Kharl took the rag-covered
black staff and his pack and carried them farther along the space between
the walls, hiding themand his jacketas well as he could beyond the
stone-circled hole that served as a necessary, before using the crude
latrine.
Whyd you move that stuff? asked Jeka.
So if the wizard or his guard looks, they wont know someone else is
here. Kharls head throbbed faintly at the misstatement. He donned the
ragged beggars cloak.
Better get on. Jeka turned and scrambled over the wall.
By the time the sun was rising over Brysta on what promised to be a
bright fall day, one warmer than the light morning frost indicated, the
two stood in the serviceway, flanked by long shadows on one side and the
flat light of sunrise on the other.
Kharl looked at Jeka. Can you feel where the tuggings coming from?
No.
Kharl held in the harsh words he felt at Jekas rebellious tone. Well
go up the street, say fifty cubits.
The two walked south on the cross street, and Kharl tried not to look
back.
Stop. Kharl waited, then looked at Jeka. Does it feel stronger?
No feels weaker maybe closer She looked puzzled.
We go the other way.
Other way?
No pull when a fish on a line swims to the fisherman, Kharl said.
Jeka paled.
Kharl wished hed used different words. Come on. He turned back north.
Jeka scrambled to catch up to him. As they walked in the shadows on the
east side of the cross street, Kharl wished hed brought the staff rather
than his crude stick. At the end of the block, the cross street ended in
a stone wall, and they turned westward, taking the walk on the south
side, downhill toward the harbor. Jeka darted ahead, then froze for a
moment.
Kharl peered toward the harbor. At the end of the next block, there were
three Watchmen and an officerone whom Kharl recognized even from that
distance as Egen. He was certain, although he didnt quite know why. Jeka
slipped back toward Kharl.
Watch ahead, mumbled Jeka.
And the wizards somewhere behind. Kharl looked to the service-way to
his left, which connected to an east-west alleyway. Into the
ser-viceway.
Be Watch at the harborside end of the alley.
Cant be any worse. Kharl hoped it couldnt be worse, but he wasnt
counting on that, not the way the last few seasons had been going.
In a few moments, they reached the point where the serviceway joined the
alley. Kharl peered around the corner formed by two brick walls. As Jeka
had predicted, there were Watchmen at the end nearer the harbor.
Kharl studied the alley, noting the thin line of shadows on the southern
side. He looked at Jeka. We turn and start uphill on the sunny side, but
we move toward the shadows. Once were in the shadows we crouch down,
then come back to the serviceway right across from us.
It might work. Jeka sounded less than convinced.
Might not. Got a better idea?
No.
Then well try it. Kharl stepped out of the serviceway and began to
walk up the alley at a slight angle.
So far as he could tell, the Watchmen below did not move. At least, he
heard no steps on the stones, those that were high enough to stand out
above the lower muddy stones. They covered close to a hundred cubits
before they entered the shadows. Kharl took several more steps before he
began to crouch as he slipped to the southern side of the alley.
He ducked into a recess formed by a loading dock, then peered around the
corner and down the alley. The Watchmen had not moved.
The cord things stronger, Jeka muttered from behind him.
We need to slip along the shadow here. Keep low.
You keep low.
Kharl tried to keep low, crouching as he made his way back down
the side of the alley.
After fifty cubits, they had to duck behind a refuse bin as a loading
door opened.
Rats skittered and rustled in the bin as they waited. It seemed like a
glass passed before the heavyset man in brown went back into the shop and
closed the door. Finally, they slipped into the serviceway and walked
quickly to where it ended short of the next street. Kharl halted.
Now what? asked Jeka.
We run across the street and into that serviceway, and we keep moving
south until we get to the fountain. Then we head back uphill.
They sprint-scurried across Wellman Street, and down another serviceway
then another, and a third. In time, they turned down the alley south of
Cargo Road and made their way to the fountain. There they waited for a
teamster to water his pair of mules, then slipped in ahead of a laundress
to drink.
After they had drunk, Kharl turned to Jeka. Can you feel the cord
thing?
Jeka paused. No. I dont think so.
Good. Well keep moving along Second Cross toward the river.
The river? Cant swim.
We arent going to. White wizards have trouble with streams and running
water. Leastwise, thats what they say. Well circle back later today.
At least, Kharl hoped that they could, but he didnt know what else to
suggest. He also didnt like the idea that the Watch seemed to be helping
the wizard.
He had to wonder what Egen had to do with the white wizard. Was the
wizard working for Egen? Or did Egen owe something to the wizard?
XXXIV
On threeday night, they did not go back to Jekas hidey-hole between the
tannery and the Tenderers yard. Neither did they reach the river or the
river road. Instead, they curled up inside a hedgerow beside the road
headed southeast from Brystathe same road that led to the orchards held
by Merayni and Dowsyl. Where Kharl hoped Warrl was safe.
Huddled inside the thick wall of brush, shivering at times, Kharl
swallowed at that thought, but there was nothing he could do. Trying to
see Warrl again would only make matters worse, and, if the wizard was
working with Egen, the lord might well now have spared a guard or two to
watch the place. More important, with each passing day, Kharl could offer
Warrl even less.
Im cold, mumbled Jeka.
So am I. Those were the last words Kharl said before he drifted into a
troubled sleep.
He woke in the gray before dawn. The way his body ached when he tried to
uncurl, he decided there were worse places to sleep than between
Tenderers and tanners walls. Much worse.
You snore, Jeka said. Loud.
So do you. Soft.
Softs better it loud.
Probably. Kharl crawled out through the brushy tunnel onto the field
side of the hedgerow. The wheat had already been harvested, and the brown
stubble jutted skyward from the dark ground. The air was chill enough
that Kharls breath was like fog, and the ground crunched underfoot. The
shutters of the hut beyond the small woodlot appeared to be closed. Kharl
shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to loosen tight
muscles.
Shortly, Jeka followed him, glancing toward the cottage, then at Kharl.
After a moment, he asked, You feel the cord thing tugging at you?
A little.
Frigging wizard, Kharl muttered. Moved south. We need to circle
around Brysta and get back to your place.
So whyd we leave?
So that he didnt catch us there, so he didnt find out that was the
only place you sleep.
It is.
Not any longer.
We cant keep moving. We cant get food.
You want to end up like Enelyas sister?
No. We cant keep doing this, either.
Kharl nodded. She was right about that. Need to get back and pick up
your stuff if we can. Somehow. He looked back toward the cottage. At
one side of the woodlot, there was a tree, one that looked to be an
apple, and despite the thinning leaves, Kharl thought he saw a few fruits
hanging. Probably rotten, but they might have good spots. Where you
goin?
Apple tree.
Too manyll run your guts, Jeka warned.
Could be. Kharl kept moving, as quietly as he could. He reached the
tree without any noise from the cottage, less than four rods away,
although he could smell the smoke of a cooking fire. All of the fruit was
beyond his reach from the ground, but the tree looked sturdy, and he
levered himself up. From the lowest sturdy branch, he managed to pluck
something, but his hand came away gooey. The entire fruit was spoiled. He
had better luck with the next several, tucking them inside his
under-tunic as he inched out on the branch and stretched upward.
Ruuufff! Rufff. The sharp but deep bark of a dog filled the dawn air, so
sudden that it startled Kharl. He had to grab the trunk of the apple tree
to keep from falling. Ruufff
The barking continued. Kharl scrambled down to the ground, scooped up an
apple hed dropped, and began to run. As he scrambled through the stubble
of the field, hurrying back toward the hedgerow, the dog barking behind
him, he just hoped that the holder didnt have a bow. Thief! Coward!
came the call from the cottage, but Kharl did not look back before
squeezing through a narrow space in the hedgerow, an overgrown gate path.
Jeka waited on the roadside for Kharl. Real quiet, you were.
I was quiet. The dog wasnt.
Thats why they got dogs.
Kharl shook his head. She was right. He wasnt a very good thief. He
didnt like being a thief, even of half-rotten apples. What did you get?
He extended two of the apples. Theyre half-good. Better than nothing.
You get any for you?
Kharl forced two on her, then produced two more. Wed better start
walking.
Jeka nodded, and took several steps. Need to eat slow. Kharl caught up
to her. You feel the wizard?
Were moving away, I think.
Let me know if it changes. Kharl took a small bite from the good part
of the apple.
Given the growling of his stomach, Kharl had to force himself to take
small bites, and make each last as they walked.
Need to head east and north, Kharl said. Know theres a ring road
ahead.
Where? How far?
Kharl shrugged.
They walked south almost a glass before they reached the ring road that
looked to circle east and north. Then, for the next glass or so, they
walked back northward along the road, ducking behind the low stone wall,
since there was no hedgerow, when wagons or riders neared. The road
turned almost due north at another crossroads, and after that, for a
time, they saw no one, and there were few tracks in the dust of the
narrow road.
How about the wizard? Kharl finally asked.
Hes got to be back there. Jeka gestured behind them.
Good.
After a time, well after the apples were gone, and the sun had cleared
the low hills to the east of Brysta, Kharl stopped, looking ahead.
What is it? asked Jeka.
Just thinking. Someplace ahead well reach the pike. We can come into
Brysta from the northeast, down the pike, off Angle Road.
Lots of road guards, too.
Not many, and theyre not under Egen. His older brother, I think.
Whats his name?
Osgard, Osten something like that. Theres someone coming. Kharl eased
toward the two thorn-olives before the stone wall, then hurried behind
them. Jeka reached cover first, again.
To the north, a narrow wagon drawn by a single horse moved away from
them. Farther southward, there was a peddler. Kharl couldnt tell which
way he was pushing his handcart.
After a time, he said, We can get back on the road now.
Jeka joined him, glancing back over her shoulder, but the ring road
remained mostly empty except for the peddler who was going northward, as
they were, but certainly not any faster, and the wagon, which
was soon out of sight.
They had covered perhaps two kays, and a hedgerow began on the west side
of the road, weedy and sparse at first, but thickening more
toward the north.
Another wagon, headed south and drawn by two dark chestnuts, appeared
from around a gentle curve to the north and moved quickly toward them.
Kharl eased to the side of the road, Jeka moving behind him. Behind the
wagon were two mounted guards. A third sat beside the driver, with a
cocked crossbow propped beside him. None of the four looked more than
once at Kharl and Jeka. As the wagon rolled past, Kharl read the
inscription on the side: Tekat & Sons, Merchants in Spirits.
Fancy wagon, Jeka said. Wonder what they carry.
Spirits, Kharl said. Thats what the sign on the side said, anyway.
Do all coopers know their letters? Jekas voice held a trace of wist-
fulness.
I dont know. Some do. Some dont. It helps some.
You have any books I mean, back Jeka broke off the sentence.
When I had the shop? Kharl laughed, softly, not quite bitterly. I had
a few. Got em from my da. Books are dear. Some cost a gold or more. The
thought of Tyrbels beautiful books, and the scriveners death, washed
over him. He swallowed. So many deathsCharees, Tyrbels, the
assassins, the wizards guard and while he could say he knew why, he
wasnt sure he truly understood why Egen, why anyone, could be so
vindictive.
Kharl thought he heard something, and he glanced back over his shoulder.
A man was riding northward, at either a trot or a fast walk. The
late-morning sun showed his burgundy jacket clearly. The cooper looked to
Jeka. You feel?
No. Not any more n before.
That looks like one of his guards. Kharl glanced around. Hide in that
patch of weeds. Behind them, anyway.
What about you?
Hes far enough away that he might not have seen you. Hes probably seen
me. I hide, and he looks for us both.
Jeka scuttled into the weedy patch on the far side of the dried-up ditch.
Kharl adopted a more laborious hobble. He covered another five rods
before he could hear the hoof beats on the hard and damp road clay
clearly. As they drew nearer, he finally looked back, then, as if in
fear, he scuttled well back from the road, watching the rider carefully.
The burgundy-jacketed man reined up but did not leave the road. One hand
rested on the hilt of the sabre at his side, but he did not draw it. He
looked at Kharl. Old fellow did you see a boy running along here. A boy
in gray rags?
Eh ? Kharl whined. A boy, you say ?
Thats what I said. If its the right boy, theres a copper or two in it
for you.
A copper for an old man? A copper? . The boy?
Kharl let his shoulders sag. Seen no boy. Saw a peddler. Saw a wagon.
Saw two. He peered at the rider. Copper for a poor old man?
The rider snorted. Go and starve somewhere else. Get off the road.
Kharl looked around, as if bewildered.
Get off the road!
Kharl scuttled backward, seeming almost to trip, before scrambling over
the dry ditch and looking around as if wondering where he could go.
The rider laughed, then turned his mount northward.
As he rode away, Kharl realized that the guard had not been the one he
had seen at the market, but that the man, like the wizard, had shreds of
the unseen white fog clinging to him. Did it have to do with wizardry?
What? He just stood and waited until the man was out of sight beyond the
next low rise in the road. Before long, Jeka rejoined him.
He looked at her. What did you do to him?
Who? Jeka did not look at Kharl.
The wizard. Did you lift his purse, or something? He couldnt be
searching so hard for you just to do whatever he does to girls. Kharl
glanced to the road and at the heavy wagon rolling southward. Better
duck, just in case.
Jeka dropped flat in the weeds behind Kharl, and the cooper watched as
the four-horse team rumbled past, shivering the ground. On the outer side
of the road, Kharl could also see three men scything late wheat. Maybe
Jeka was right, that they needed to get off the road and follow it from
behind the hedgerows. They might run into holders and their families, but
it was clear that the wizard had some men patrolling
the roads.
Kharl looked down. You didnt answer me.
Was only a silver had it in his belt. Goral gave me nine coppers for
it.
When?
Two eightdays back.
So he wants you for two reasons. Because you made a fool of him, and
also for his wizardry. Kharl paused. Why did you steal from a wizard?
Didnt know he was. Just a dandy like all the others. How did you
know?
Kharl paused. How had he known? Hed known from the white flash, but He
shook his head. I dont know. I just knew.
Takes one to know one, maybe?
Im a cooper. You know that.
Jeka just shrugged.
We need to get moving. Away from the road.
I told you so.
Yes, you did.
Walking northward along the edge of the fields beside the hedgerow was
slower, but since most of the fields had been harvested, they saw few
holders there, save for the areas of meadow where youths and children
watched small flocks of sheep. People watched them, closely, until they
passed, but said nothing.
Once, Kharl would have watched people who looked the way he did. His
beard was untrimmed and scraggly, his clothes ragged, and he was
certain he smelled rank, if not worse, although he had mostly gotten used
to that. He hadnt gotten used to the itchy skin.
While they avoided any surveillance by not walking the road, going by the
hedgerow paths meant it took even longer than Kharl had thought They also
had little to eat, just a few bitter quinces he had retrieved from deep
in the thorny branches of an unkempt bush near the hedgerow, and there
had been only one small stream that looked clear enough to drink Both
were walking slowly by late afternoon, when they neared the pike and the
low ridges through which flowed Souangle Creek. Rather, Kharl corrected
himself, the creek flowed into the pond that Vetrads grandsire had built
and through the millrace that powered the sawmill.
Kharl thought they might be able to sneak into Vetrads lumber barn after
dusk. It was dry, and a lot warmer than the hedgerow. There was also an
orchard beyond it, and there might be a few apples left, discards, partly
rotten, and the like. He hoped so. The mill and lumberyard were off the
ring road, less than a kay out Angle Road from it on the creek. Kharl had
never known why the same road was called the pike inside the ring road,
and Angle Road outside, but it was.
He glanced back at the clouds, darkening and gathering out over the
ocean, just beyond the harbor, then to Jeka. Her face was pale.
The wizard? he asked.
Things stronger. Stronger n its been.
Where?
Jeka half shrugged. I cant tell.
Kharl could feel that she was exhausted. He was tired, but he doubted
that Jeka could have walked another ten rods without falling over. He
wished he had the staff, rather than the stick.
Well rest for a while. Kharl pointed to a tumbled rock wall bordering
the hedgerow.
Jeka slumped onto the rock. Not much to eat here. Theres more in
Brysta.
Were headed back that way. I think I know a safer place to sleep
tonight. Its not too far, a little more than a kay.
A low rumble rolled out of the west. Kharl looked over the empty fields
and the trees beyond. While he could not see the dwellings and structures
of Brysta, he knew they were there, and the harbor was beyondand the
growing thunderheads were rising over the harbor, blocking out the
late-afternoon sun.
I dont think the wizards that far away, Jeka said tiredly.
Can you walk some more? Kharl asked.
I can try. She stood slowly.
They walked along the narrow path. Kharl let her lead the way, afraid
that he might set too fast a pace for her.
Were moving away from him, Jeka said after they had walked another
twenty rods toward the spot where Angle Road met the ring road. Think
so, anyway.
Hes probably stopped south of us, then. Kharl could feel the dampness
in the air, and the wind began to gust around them.
Wind feels good, Jeka said. Longs it doesnt rain.
A ways farther along, perhaps a quarter kay, Kharl found a break in the
hedgerow and squeezed through, watching the road carefully as he did.
From beside the hedgerow, he could see Angle Road just ahead, and the old
stone bridge where the road crossed Souangle Creek. Two wagons had passed
the crossroads, heading out away from Brysta, in the direction of Sagana
and Alturan. The road looked clear, and he didnt see any other easy way
to cross the creek, except by the Angle Road bridge.
He turned and beckoned. We need to hurry.
Wizards getting closer. Jeka shivered.
Kharl looked to the south on the ring road. He thought he saw mounted
figures. He grabbed Jekas arm and stepped up his pace, quickly crossing
the ring road and hurrying along the right side of Angle Road, even
though every step hurt his already sore feet. He could imagine that every
step felt worse to Jeka.
By the time they reached the bridge over the creek, Kharl was almost
dragging Jeka, and except for a wedge of blue-green to the east, the sky
was filled with gray clouds that seemed to darken more with each moment.
He glanced ahead. There was almost a half a kay to go before they reached
the low stone wall that encircled Vetrads mill and lumber barns. Well
cross and wait under the bridge.
Good need to rest, Jeka gasped.
Kharl had to half carry her down the weed-tangled slope and under
bridge. They huddled together on a pile of stones amid the mud and
ris gathered against the stone buttress on the north side, the only
really solid footing. There they waited.
A gust of wind whipped under the span of the bridge, so strong that Kharl
had to gather the tattered beggars cloak around him to keep it from
being blown off himor so he felt. Then the wind died away. He looked
upstream, in the direction of the millrace, but he could not see it. He
could see that no rain was yet falling. In the comparative silence after
another gust of wind from the oncoming storms, Kharl heard voices.
 doesnt know which way she went from the crossroads
 doesnt know? He always knows
You want to tell him?
The riders did not stop and look under the bridge, as Kharl would have
done. He wondered why. Did they not think of it? Or did they want to
cover as much ground as they could before the storm struck?
Kharl and Jeka continued to wait, amid more gusts of wind, and a
pattering of rain that came, then went. In time, the pair of riders
returned, the hoofs of their mounts echoing on the paving stones of the
span above.
 didnt go this way miller was out, and he would have seen them
 tomorrow maybe
So Vetrad was out? Kharl took a deep breath. That meant theyd have to
take the way along the creek.
He waited for a time, then crawled up the steep slope and, crouching
beside the stone restraining wall of the bridge, studied Angle Road. It
was empty. Come on, he called down to Jeka.
He waited until she reached him.
Well cross the road. Looks like a path along the creek there on the
other side. Just about a half kay
You said that a kay ago Jeka attempted a smile.
Suppose I did.
The path was overgrown and narrow, but it was also mostly shaded by weedy
trees, interspersed with an occasional oak and, surprisingly, at one
spot, an ancient black lorken. Another pattering of rain on the leaves
overhead came and went, and a series of deeper thunderclaps rumbled
overhead.
Finally, Kharl could see the stones of the lower spillway of Vetrads
millrace. Were almost here. Through the berry bushes, and across the
narrow meadow to the tall barn.
I hope so panted Jeka.
They stopped at the edge of the berry bushes, stripped of every last
berry. The meadow looked empty. An even deeper thunder roll rumbled over
them, and the rain began to fall. The first raindrops were fatand far
apart. They hit the ground or the meadow grass slowly, then splattered.
Kharl had not taken four steps when Jekas legs gave way, and she
sprawled out full length on tannish meadow grass. He turned, then scooped
her up. He was amazed at how light she was, even as tired as he
felt.
Cant carry me
Its not far.
From his times of scouting out Vetrads stocks, Kharl knew that all the
barn doors would be locked, but that the rear door facing the small
orchard at the edge of the meadow was low enough, with a gap above it,
that they could scramble through. Vetrad wasnt worried about people. He
just didnt want them taking his timbers and billets, and the doors and
locks were more than enough for that. Even so, by the time they huddled
under the overhang by the small door, the rumble of thunder was all
around them. A bolt of lightning struck somewhere on the ridge to the
east of the millpond, so close and so loud that Kharls ears rang.
You just wait here, he told Jeka.
Where are you going?
Saw some pearapples on the trees. Looked near ripe, and no ones going
to be looking now. Wont be long. Kharl hurried back into the
storm.
There was more wind than rain, although his ragged cloak was still damp
when he returned with almost a half score of pearapples.
Doors locked, Jeka said dully.
Look up. Kharl picked Jeka up and lifted her so that she could scramble
through the opening above the doorframe. Then he tucked the fruits into
his trousers as best he could and jumped, catching the edge and slowly
levering himself up. Going down was easier.
Jeka stood waiting in the dimness.
This way, he said, leading her along the wide space between the stacks
of rough timbers, until they reached the ladder to the oak lofts.
Up there.
Once he reached the top of the ladder, Kharl led them along the catwalk
to the left and to the space just under the eaves behind the last row
of red oak billets. Kharl hadnt remembered it as that large, but
compared to where they had been sleeping, it was spacious, a good five
cubits by five, although it was only three in height. No one comes here.
Too dry to cure the oak properly. Dries too fast, uneven.
Jeka sank onto one of the planks, covered in shavings, sitting there.
They should clean out the billet shavings, but they never have. Its not
as hard as it looks. Kharl extended a pearapple. Eat. Theres a place
where we can get water, if the rain keeps up.
Dont feel the wizard at all, Jeka said after several bites of the
fruit.
Not at all? questioned the cooper as he finished his own pearapple, far
better than the poor apples that had begun the day.
Nah She cocked her head to the side, gaminelike. Not since it really
started raining.
Kharl frowned. Rain? Could rain do that? Running water was supposed to
slow wizards. He wasnt sure that it did, but what was rain but water
running down from the skies?
Feels good. Jeka yawned. Can we go back tomorrow?
Well see. Kharl found himself yawning.
Later, as the rain streamed down, coming off the roof of the lumber barn
in thin sheets, for the first time in days, Kharl fell asleep immediately.
XXXV
he journey back into Brysta proper was far easier than their flight
except that Jeka had been right about the effect of so much fruit on
Kharl, and that had slowed their travel. By late afternoon, they had
reached the upper cross streets of Brysta. Kharl insisted on observing
his cooperage from a distance. While there was no guard, and the
proclamation had been taken down, it was boarded shut.
Somewhat later, they had reached the White Pony, where Jeka used some of
Kharls coppers to buy them some fowl and bread. After eating, and
visiting the fountain, they had made their way back to Jekas place.
Along the way, Kharl had checked the harbor, but none of the vessels he
knew had ported. There had also been no trace or sign of the white
wizard, and that bothered Kharl almost as much as if the wizard and his
men had been chasing Jeka.
Still she could use the respite, and Kharl had no doubts that sooner or
later the wizard would show up once more, although he had to admit to
himself that he didnt understand why he felt that way.
While Jeka dozed in her hidey-hole, in the space between the walls, under
the inadequate roof, in the last light of day, Kharl leafed through the
blackstaffers book, trying to find something that would give him some
insight into what had happened with the wizard.
 the greater the effort to concentrate order within material objects,
the greater the amount of free chaos within the world
What in light was free chaos? He turned another few pages.
 all that is, everything that exists, is little more than the twisting
of chaos in a shell of order, and the greater the complexity of those
twistings, the more solid the object appears. A thumb of lead or gold may
appear more solid than a feather or a flower, and may indeed overbalance
the scales, yet there is no difference in the fashion in which they are
constructed
He kept turning the pages, reading a phrase here, a sentence there.
 the form of everything under the sun is determined by the amount of
order and chaos and the way in which they are combined and intertwined
After more than a glass of turning pages, he had found all too many
incomprehensible phrases. He turned yet another page, stopping and
rereading it.
Water is of both chaos and order, yet it is order, and represents order,
for its structure overweighs its parts
Kharl rubbed his forehead. How could water have parts? Water was. You
could boil it or freeze it, and it changed to steam or ice, but it was
still water. He took a deep breath and kept reading.
Because water is both order and of order, yet comprised of parts that are
totally chaotic, it challenges chaos with the depth of its order. Truly a
river people or a sea people must hold to order or they will be lost.
Chaos fares best upon the dry land, and least in a steady rain or
snowfall
Rain or snow affected chaos? A faint smile crossed Kharls lips.
Even a fog will affect a chaos-wielder, but only those who are of the
weaker sort. A steady rain is a patterned fall of ordered chaos. A
raindrop is ordered, and the fall of each is unpatterned, chaotic, yet
all raindrops falling together results in a pattern ordered by chaos, and
that order can weaken or destroy many of the links of power created by
those who wield chaos, as the fires of sun itself can weaken those who
wield order, if they do not understand that the sun is a furnace of chaos
The cooper blinked. What did the sun have to do with order and chaos?
Like water, it was. It gave warmth and light, and how could those be of
chaos? And the sun weakened order? The book implied that a chaos-wielder
could affect the sun. How could that be? A wizard could no more affect
the sun than Kharl couldnt think of a comparison.
After a time, the cooper closed the book and nodded to himself. He did
have one answer, but more questions than ever.
XXXVI
VJn sixday, Kharl was awake with the sun, bright and clear as on the day
before, and cool, but without frost. He could see clouds forming out to
the west over the open ocean, and there was a brisk wind off the water,
promising rain sometime in the afternoon. He thought about reading more
from The Basis of Order. Hed had to stop the day before when his mind
had finally quit grasping the words, as if there had just been too many
new ideas banging around inside his skullideas he
couldnt yet connect to each other. There was so much he didnt know.
What could he do about the wizard? Should he even try? How could he not,
when Jeka had been the only one to offer him help and a place to hide? He
glanced at his pack, debating whether to take out the book and
start once more.
With a sound between a grunt and a groan, Jeka rolled out of her
hidey-hole and looked at Kharl. Need to get us something to eat.
You dont feel the wizard?
No. She shook her head. Ill go to the lower market.
I can go.
Jeka shook her head. No oned sell cheap or fair to you. No one looks at
me. Some folk still watch you. They might tell Egen. You never know.
She was probably right about that, Kharl thought. But if you see or
feel the wizard, you stop and come back here. Quick as you can.
I can do that. Got some coppers? The gaminelike urchin grinned.
Just a few. Kharl grinned back as he handed her three.
He watched her scramble over the wall, gracefully, wondering if he should
have insisted on going himself, but he wanted to try to read more in the
book, because he still didnt know what he could or should do about the
white wizard.
After a moment, Kharl took The Basis of Order out from his pack and
opened it once more, hoping that the words would make more sense. The
first words he read seemed so obvious that he wondered why they were
there.
 there is more that lies beneath the surface of anything, whether it be
the ocean or the mountains Do not assume that what lies beneath is the
same as what lies above, nor that it is different
The next words were far from obvious, and meant nothing to him, nothing
at all.
In substance, there is no difference between chaos and order, for neither
has substance in and of itself
Nor did many of the pages that followed help much, either. His head began
to ache, but he kept reading, doggedly.
Sometime in early afternoon, Jeka climbed back over the wall and dropped
down before Kharl. Her face was contorted.
Hurts hes after me
Who? The wizard?
Jeka nodded. Then she pulled out half a loaf of bread and a small wedge
of hard cheese. I got you this.
Have you eaten? Kharl took the bread and cheese.
Yes.
As much as this?
About the same.
The words rang true, and Kharl began to eat. The headache he had not
thought had come from reading began to subside, if slowly. When he had
finished, he made his way along the walls and past the crude latrine to
retrieve the black staff.
Jeka looked at him as he brought it back. You want me to touch it? She
shivered.
It might help.
Jeka edged forward, then grabbed the staff, suddenly, before Kharl could
reach out. Without even a cry or a murmur, her eyes closed; her knees
buckled, and she dropped in a heap.
Alarmed, Kharl bent forward, but he could see that she was breathing. He
half dragged, half carried her into her sleeping space. When he was
certain she was still breathing, and seemed to be sleeping, he eased back
away and sat down against the wall.
The staff had some power. That was certain. It could break whatever spell
the white wizard laid on Jeka, but the effect didnt last.
Kharl tried to read more of The Basis of Order, but the words flowed by
him without making much sense. Then he stood and stretched, and tried to
figure out how he could deal with the wizardor if he should even try.
Then he just sat against the wall.
A good glass passed before Jeka moaned.
Kharl lifted the canvas and peered into the hidey-hole. You all right?
No my head still hurts.
He waited for a time, and finally Jeka eased out into the indirect light
of a cloudy afternoon, although the only place where rain looked to be
falling was offshore.
Wizard hes bastard like Egen, she muttered.
Kharl agreed silently. Do you feel any better?
The cord thing is gone. My head hurts.
Kharl looked at her. Do you know someone who could tell you where the
wizard lives? Jeka dropped her eyes. Kharl waited, but she did not
reply. You already know? Because thats where you stole the silver from
him?
He was kicking a peddler woman pushing her she said he
hadnt paid He was awful mad served him right.
But stealing from a wizard?
Told you didnt know he was a wizard then. Just thought he was a dandy.
Never miss a silver. He was stealin from her didnt think it was so bad
to steal from him
I need to know where he lives.
Not all that far from the White Pony, cept its up the hill and
north.
Kharl glanced to the west. The afternoon rain that was so common in mid-
and late fall looked to be moving inshore. He hoped that the coming storm
would help conceal Jeka from the wizard. Youll have to take me
there.
Jeka looked down. Im tired again dont know why.
Kharl gestured in the direction of the wall and the serviceway beyond.
Lets go. You climb over first.
Jeka dragged herself to the wall and over it, with a noticeable lack of
enthusiasm. She just stood and watched as Kharl climbed, then descended
into the shadowed serviceway.
You bringing that staff?
It might help.
Long as no one looks too close, she replied.
Kharl stayed almost abreast of Jeka as she wound her way through alleys,
serviceways, and, occasionally, streets, but they did not stay on the
streets long, and only on those streets that seemed crowded. The general
direction was eastward. They did stop by a fountain, one that Kharl had
not visited before, and drank. The water helped Kharl some, but Jeka
looked pale and drawn, more so than earlier.
As they paused in an alley entrance, Kharl glanced at the cross street.
Jeka was turning onto one of the older streets in upper Brysta,
where large houses had been set within twenty cubits of the street itself
with ancient brick sidewalks, The yellow bricks were worn and, in some
places, had been replaced with more reddish bricks. In other spots, there
were just muddy gaps. The dwellings remained imposing two- and
three-story edifices, but Kharl could sense the feeling of time and wear.
Not far she said in a low voice. Past the next street, on the right
side.
The next block had slightly larger dwellings, but they seemed less well
keptand olderand several had iron fences, and a few had iron-banded
doors and shutters.
Jeka suddenly stiffened, then sprinted away from Kharl, moving faster
than hed ever seen her move. She dashed down the street, then turned in
at a high wooden gate in the middle of a short stone wall. The gate
opened as she neared. A guard in burgundy stepped outside and closed the
gate, stationing himself directly in front of the closed gate.
Stunned into momentary stiffness and silence, Kharl drew back into the
shaded part of the alley. Trying to grasp what had happened, he stood
close to the brick wall that enclosed either a courtyard or a garden.
Where he was would have been in the shadow cast by the wall and the
dwelling to the left of where he stood, except that the western sky was
now completely cloud-covered. After a moment, Kharl shook his head,
trying to clear his mind. Then, he bent forward and peered around the
corner.
The guard did not even look in Kharls direction.
The cooper straightened. Now what? What could he do?
He had to do something. For eightday after eightday, hed just tried to
survive, and one of the few who had helped was Jeka. Knowing what he knew
about the wizard, he just couldnt walk away. And he couldnt wait. Not
with what had happened to the other girls.
Taking a firmer grip on the staff, he edged out of the alley and began to
hobble down the irregular stone walk flanking the narrow street. The wind
had picked up, out of the west, and the clouds had thickened, but no rain
was falling.
As he made his way in the direction of the guard, Kharl was glad he had
brought the staff.
The guard watched, bored, but cautious, as Kharl hobbled toward him.
Kharl halted, a good four cubits back from the man. A copper, ser a
copper for a poor man just a copper. He leaned on the staff
and took a step sideways, a step that brought him nearer to the brawny
guard.
Be on your way, fellow. The guard turned, catlike.
A copper? Surely, you can spare a copper? Kharl asked, as he took a
step forward and paused. He could sense some of the white fog around the
guard.
Out of here! The guard reached for his blade.
Kharl brought the staff up from below, a lesson hed learned years
before, and never forgotten.
The blade went flying. The guard gaped, but only for an instant before
the iron-banded end of the staff slammed into his gut. As the man doubled
over, Kharl used his two-handed grip to bring the other end into the
mans temple. The unseen whiteness around the guard
vanished.
A rasping sound followed the collapse of the first guard. Then the gate
burst open, and a second guard came charging out, his blade out,
glistening in the flat light. Kharl brought the staff into his ready
position, noting that the guards blade was more of a bronzed white than
the silver gray hed expected and seen on occasion when bravos had
flashed theirs on the streets of Brysta.
As he struck with the longer staff, Kharl also wondered how the wizards
guards could carry blades, since the wizard wasnt a lord or a merchant.
He supposed Lord West would either make an exception for a wizard or just
look the other way.
The second guard parried Kharls first thrust, but had to back up from
the force of the blow, dealt by a staff that felt more solid than mere
wood. There was little enough space between the open gate and the wall,
and Kharl slammed the staff into the guards knee. The man staggered, but
tried to bring his blade around.
The move was too late, and Kharl hit hard enough that he could feel
something snap in the mans shoulder area. He didnt wait, but struck
again and again.
Then he stood there, dumbly, for a moment, trying to catch his breath, as
he looked at the two immobile forms on the stones.
After another series of gasping breaths, he lurched through the open gate
and up the three steps onto a small porch just large enough to shelter
three or four people from the rain while waiting for entry. He turned the
antique brass lever handle, and the door opened.
Kharl was only halfway through the doorway when he heard hurried steps
and saw a tall figure stop at the back of the wide, deep and dim foyer.
The ragged cooper could sense the cloud of that same unseen whiteness,
and threw the staff up in front of him, even before the wizard flung a
burst of whitish red fire at him.
The fire cascaded away from the staffmostly. Some flame flared against
Kharls left leg, but he kept the staff up as he took two steps forward,
ignoring the searing pain.
Another firebolt flashed toward Kharl, running up his left arm, hotter
than the coals of the forge, hot enough to bring up patches of flame on
the ragged cloak.
Charging forward through the pain and the heat, and the smell of burned
hair, Kharl thrust the ironbound staff right into the wizards
midsection. For an instant, flame flew in all directions, but not at
Kharl. The wizards mouth dropped open.
Before the wizard could recover, Kharl reversed the staff and tried to
bring the other end against the others jaw and neck. While the blow was
not terribly strong, it was enough to jar the wizard and allow Kharl to
advance with another blow.
In moments, the wizard collapsed.
Kharl drove one end of the staff straight down into the center of his
chest. Ribs and bones cracked, and the wizard went limp, lifeless.
Kharl stood there, stupidly, looking at the figure on the floor. The dark
hair turned white. The smooth skin wrinkled, then turned whitish yellow,
tightening around the skull. The hair became more wispy, then vanished,
as a skull replaced the face that had been there moments before. Before
Kharl could even swallow more than once, all that remained of the wizard
were his garments and a pile of whitish dust that, in turn, began to
vanish.
Kharl stepped past the clothes and to the first door on the left,
polished oak that had aged into a deep gold, with dark grain lines. He
opened the door gingerly. The chamber beyond, some sort of sitting room,
was empty. Kharl closed the door and stepped past the archway to the
dining area, also empty.
He hurried through the entire first level, but it was uninhabited, and he
struggled up the stairs all too conscious of the growing pain in his arm
and leg. Outside, thunder rumbled, and he could hear the patter of
raindrops. He just wished that it had started to rain earlier.
In the first small bedchamber at the top of the wide and ancient oak
stairs, Jeka lay on the bed, her eyes wide. One wrist was tied to the
bedpost on the left side, and a coil of rope lay on a coverlet that was a
dull green and so old that Kharl could not make out the pattern on the
fabric. He moved around the bed, toward the side where Jekas hand was
tied. Her eyes did not follow him, nor did she offer any sound or
movement, still staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
He fumbled with the rope, trying to hurry, but finding the knot difficult
with only one hand. Jeka did not move when he untied the one bound wrist.
Kharl doubted that he could carry Jeka and the staff, and he feared that
if he touched her with it, she would collapse again. Stand up, he
ordered her quietly. Jeka stood. Follow me.
He hobbled down the stairs. Jeka followed, woodenly. Kharl didnt even
try to find a rear door. He just wanted them out of the dwelling as
quickly as possible.
Outside, the wind was gusting, and scattered sheets of rain swept around
them as they stepped out of the gate. Unlike the wizards, the bodies of
the guards remained right where they had fallen.
Murder! Someones murdered! came a call from somewhere. Kharl ignored
that, too, and half trotted, half hobbled, not a counterfeited hobble,
but one from the pain in his leg, toward the alley. Each step also
stabbed through his left arm. There was no one in the alley, and another
gust of wind blasted over them, rustling the graying leaves of the trees
surrounding the ancient dwellings on both sides of the alley.
Kharl and Jeka managed three blocks before Kharl slowed to a true hobble,
finally turning out of the last alley and onto Gemstone Road. Just after
they turned the corner, they found themselves less than a rod from a
Watchman on patrol.
You! snapped the Watchman. What are you doing here?
Just a poor man, ser a poor man my boy, ser, hes not right ran off
he did, and Ive just gotten him
Truncheon in hand, the Watchman looked at Kharl, then at Jeka. Jeka did
not look at the Watchman, but remained standing beside Kharl.
Does he speak, fellow?
Sometimes, ser Kharl looked at Jekat. Can you tell the man your name,
Jekat?
Jekat. The two syllables were uninflected, dull, and she continued to
look straight ahead.
The Watchman studied Jeka and then Kharl. He shook his head. On your
way! Away from decent folk. And make it quick!
Yes, ser yes, ser thank you, ser Kharl whined.
He just hoped that they didnt run into more Watchmen or, worse, Egen,
although he suspected the lords son might not even recognize him any
longer. Not unless they held him and stripped him and found the scars on
his back.
The rain began to fall more heavily, and by the time they were back in
the serviceway beside the rendering wall, both Kharl and Jeka were soaked
through. The rain had come too late to help Kharl with the wizard, but it
might have helped them escape.
Kharl took a deep breath. Despite the chill of the rain, the staff
continued to feel warm to Kharls hands. He looked at Jeka.
Climb over the wall and wait.
She did, and he followed, laboriously, and with inadvertent tears
streaming down his face. Every movement sent stabs of pain through his
injured arm and leg.
Only when they were under the roof, such as it was, did he touch the
staff to Jeka.
She collapsed.
Then he eased her into her hidey-hole, pulling off her wet cloak, but not
more, and wrapping her in drier woolen rags. Then, in turn, he collapsed
against the stone wall, just sitting there, breathing deeply, and
wondering what he had done.
He knew whybut not how.
XXXVII
Sevenday was cool and cloudy, even at dawn, but the clouds were high.
Kharl thought it was unlikely there would be rain. For that he was
grateful as he sat against the stone wall and checked his wounds. Three
sets of half-scabbed and oozing lines ran from the knee to just above
Kharls boot tops on his left leg. A shorter trio of lines ran between
Kharls elbow and shoulder, also on his left arm. The pain from the night
before had faded into a dull aching in both his injured leg and arm,
unless he moved suddenly, then it sharpened.
Kharl still did not understand exactly what had happened. He knew that he
had fought well enough to disable the guards, but he doubted that he had
struck hard enough to kill them; and he certainly had not struck the
wizard hard enough to stun himyet he had. Or was Kharl deceiving
himself? Had he really used that much force? He wasnt sure hed ever
know. What he did know was that, if he couldnt find a friendly ship
soon, he needed another way to get out of Brysta. All around him bodies
continued to mount, and if Egen ever suspected that Kharl was alive in
Brysta and had killed his wizard, there would be more Watchmen looking
everywhere.
He glanced up to find Jeka sitting on the edge of the hidey-hole ledge,
studying him. While there were dark circles under her eyes, her face was
not so drawn as the day before.
How are you feeling? he asked.
You came after me.
Kharl nodded, not knowing exactly what to say.
You killed the wizard.
He nodded again. I was lucky.
You were brave.
Im not brave. How could he explain that he wasnt, that hed just had
to try, because it might have been the only chance left in his life to
try to help someone who had helped him? He looked at Jeka carefully.
Her face was still pale. Ive got a few coppers. Im going with you to
the lower market. You need to eat.
You shoulda taken coins from the wizard.
I was more interested in getting us out of there before anyone found us.
Coins dont do much good if they hang you.
Coulda grabbed em without stopping.
You could have, Kharl said. Im not that good. Besides He paused and
offered a grin. Wasnt that what got you in trouble with the wizard in
the first place?
Yeah Jeka looked away slightly, then back. But if he was dead
If there were coins missing, the Watch might be looking for us a lot
more. This way the wizards dead. So are his guards, and theres a rope
tied to a bedpost. No wizards going to kidnap a ragged urchin everyone
thinks is a boy. Clearly Kharl paused. He hoped it was clear. The
wizard kidnapped the wrong person and paid for it.
Thats what you hope.
You think Egen is going to believe that a beggar and an urchin killed
two guards and a wizardand didnt take a thing? countered Kharl.
Probably not, Jeka agreed.
Now lets go get something to eat.
I could do it myself.
You arent going alone.
You got hurt. Maybe you shouldnt walk that far.
We both got hurt. Besides, I can limp for real.
Jeka smiled.
Kharl stood. He would take the staff.
XXXVIII
Pog finally rolled in early on eightday, sometime well before Kharl woke.
The air was cold and clammy. Even his hair was damp. He glanced toward
the canvas that covered Jekas hidey-hole, hoping she was warm enough. He
stood quietly, trying to stretch out sore muscles without pulling the
scabs on his injured leg and arm. The burns werent deep, but at times
they were painful, and doubtless would remain so for
days.
The Seastag hadnt tied up in the harbor by sunset the night before, and
with the fog, wasnt likely to in the next day. It could be eightdays
before Hagens ship showed up, and there wasnt even any certainty that
Kharl could buy or beg his way aboard. Even if he did, what about Jeka?
Sooner or later, shed run into something she couldnt handle. What could
he do for her?
He laughed silently, ruefully. He couldnt even solve his own problems,
and he thought he could do something for Jeka, an urchin whose only
skills were cadging food? But were they? Shed mentioned once that shed
been a weaver.
Kharl frowned, thinking.
He was still thinking about it a glass later, when he slipped out of the
serviceway, the dark staff in his hand. Jeka was still dozing. Hed
listened to Jeka enough to know that the market was dangerous, even for
her at times, and there were few he could trust in buying or cadging
food. But he wanted to do his share, and with the wizard gone, he could
try the White Pony.
With the fog covering Brysta, the Watch wasnt likely to be able to
follow him, although he doubted that they were all that interested in a
ragged beggar. He walked slowly, trying not to stretch his left leg too
much. The fog was so thin at times that Kharl could see almost a hundred
cubits, and then so thick moments later that he could scarcely glimpse
the tip of the staff he carried. He made his way southward until he
reached Copper Road, where he paused.
He heard heavy steps, close by, and he ducked into the alley and
flattened himself against the wall as the two members of the Watch walked
down Copper Road toward the harbor.
 cold day
 just the fog always have hot and cold days in midfall
Kharl waited for the two to go on, but they stopped opposite the alley.
 say that fog makes it harder for the white wizards
 you really think someone killed Hanryl? All they found was his
garments.
 two dead guards.
 had their blades out. Clubbed couldnt have happened without
wizardry. Lord Egens worried thinks theres another wizard loose,
stronger
Long as they fight each other dont much care.
Better get on over to Cargo Road
Kharl waited until the footsteps had long died away before heading toward
the White Pony, where he hoped that Enelya would accord him the same
courtesy as she did Jeka.
XXXIX
In the late afternoon, from the point of rock north of the slateyard,
Kharl watched as the Seastag maneuvered toward the outermost pier. More
than an eightday had passed since he had managed to rescue Jeka from the
wizard, and, every day, he had checked the harbor, but few vessels had
entered, although he had seen Lord Wests gunboats more than a few times.
He took a last look at the Austran vessel, sails furled and using her
steam engine and paddle wheels to move toward the pier, before he began
to walk southward toward the piers, his eyes open for the Watch. It would
probably take him several glasses to circle the harbor to the piers from
where he was, but Hagen spent at least three days in Brysta.
By the time Kharl had made his way past the warehouses, avoiding
tw harbor posts of the Watch, and reached the pier holding the Austran
ship, several wagons had already appeared and were being readied to take
cargo about to be off-loaded.
Kharl eased out along the pier, moving from unused bollard to bollard
until he was almost at the stern of the Seastag. Then he watched for a
time as palleted bundles were winched up from the center hold. Hagen
stood on the poop deck watching.
After several loads filled the first wagon, the winching stopped.
Kharl slipped forward until he was on the pier, just below the captain.
Hagen! Kharl hissed.
The master of the Seastag glanced down, frowning as he took in
Kharl.
Its Kharl, the cooper.
For a moment, Hagen studied Kharl. What happened to you?
Could I work a passage to Austra?
Work a passage? What happened to you? repeated Hagen, as his eyes
continued to study the ragged figure.
Lords son doesnt exactly like me. Doubled my tariffs twice over. No
way I could pay that. Lost the cooperage. Lost most everything. All of
what Kharl said was true, but he dared not be more truthful.
You look that way.
I can still work. Carpenters assistant until you make landfall in
Austra?
I just came from there. I wont be making landfall there for half a
season.
Could you use a carpenters assistant for half a season?
Hagen glanced down the pier, then back toward Kharl. What about your
boys?
One left to be an apprentice ships carpenter on the Fleuryl. The
others with Charees sister. She said I had no business raising Warrl.
He agreed. Hed even written her
Hagen fingered his chin. I dont know
I know how to work. You know that.
You look
Disguise, Kharl admitted. I dont want anyone to see me. You can
understand that. Ill come aboard in a good tunic and trousers.
I dont know. Been a hard trip already.
You cant get a good worker for less.
Passage is about all I can afford, Kharl.
Thats all Im asking.
Hagen frowned. Suppose I suppose.
Ill be back later tonight with my gear. Would that be all right?
How much gear?
Very little. Some clothes, a pack. No tools.
Hagen shook his head. Hate to see a man so down on his luck.
Ill be fine once Im away from Brysta.
Well be here in port almost an eightday.
Ill stay on board. Give you an extra body to help load and unload.
The captain laughed. For that, I could even pay you bottom level.
I wont object. Kharl smiled. Later tonight?
Ill tell the deck watch to get me.
Thank you. Kharl nodded, then hurried down the pier. He had more than a
few loose ends he wanted to tie up, and he wanted to get back before
Hagen had a chance to change his mind, although he didnt think Hagen was
that kind of man. Still, he had a lot to do, including trying to do
something for Jeka. What he had in mind might not work but it was all he
had been able to come up with, and he had to try.
On his way back to the walled hideout, Kharl stopped by the fountain and,
when no one was too close, washed up as he could, removing the worst of
the dirt and grime.
Still, for all his concerns about Jeka, she was not between the walls
when Kharl returned. He hoped she would not be too long in returning. In
the meantime, he rummaged through his pack until he found the old
scissors. By feel, he slowly trimmed his beard and mustache, making sure
that it was shorter and more rounded than it had been before.
Then he dressed in his spare tunic and trousers. He hoped that he could
get the dirt and soil out of the clothes he had been wearing, which he
folded and put into his pack.
Well youre looking good. Jeka stood at the foot of the wall. Are you
going somewhere?
The ship I was waiting for is here.
Goin to miss you, Jeka said warily, her eyes avoiding Kharls.
Despite the stench of the hidey-hole, and the dirt, Kharl realized he was
going to miss Jeka as well. Ill miss you, but He shook his head.
Cant stay here. You know that. Sooner later, Egend find me.
You can go, be a cooper anywhere. Me? She spread her hands.
You were a weaver once, you said? Kharl asked.
It was a long time ago.
Were you good at it?
Light-fired good, Ma said. So did Hunat, but he had three sons and
a daughter there.
Kharl nodded to himself, then eased his fingers into the pouch hed
replaced around his neck and slipped out a silver. He handed it to her.
This might help.
You had silvers? Jeka looked at the coin. Had this, and you stayed
here?
Know anyplace Id have been any safer? he asked. With Egen
wanting my head?
The trace of a smile crossed her lips. You got more alley-smarts
than you let on.
Come on He pulled his pack into place and arranged the ragged cloak
over both tunic and pack. Then he picked up the staff.
Where we goin?
To see a man. Hes a good man. The only one who helped me and stood by
me. Who was still alivebut Kharl wasnt about to say that.
Why?
Kharl took her arm. We dont have that much time.
Jeka followed Kharl over the wall and out into the serviceway, clearly
reluctant, and then along the alleys and cross streets until they were in
the alley paralleling Crafters Lanethe alley on the south side, not the
one on the north that ran behind the cooperage. In time, they came to the
rear door of Gharans shop.
Kharl glanced around, then drew back the ragged hooded cloak enough to
reveal his face and the better tunic underneath. He rapped on the door.
Amyla opened it. Her eyes widened.
Get Gharan. I wont be a moment.
After a long look at the cooper, Amyla stepped back, leaving the door
slightly ajar.
Gharan appeared instantly. Kharl He looked down the alley,
then back at the cooper.
Theres no one out here. Not now. Youve stood up for me, and youve
been honest, Kharl said. Im leaving Brysta, but I have a favor to
asknot for me.
Gharan looked from Kharl to Jeka, quizzically.
Jekat isnt Jekat, exactly. Shes Jeka, and an orphan. Shes also a good
weaver. Kharl fumbled at the pouch around his neck and under his
undertunic, then handed three silvers to Gharan. Ill pay you to try her
as a helper or an apprentice for two eightdays. You like what she does,
then you keep her on. You dont, at least try to find her a place.
Gharan looked to Jeka again. Where are you from?
Sagana.
Why didnt you stay there?
I couldnt. Hunat had three sons and a daughter, and the tariff farmer
took everything when Ma died, wanted to indenture me to a pleasure house.
Gharan winced, then looked at Kharl. Two eightdays trial. There is a
chance.
Say shes a distant cousin. Kharl turned to Jeka. You stay here now.
You dont need anything back there. He handed her two silvers. These
are for decent clothes for you. He straightened. Id better go.
He stepped back, leaving Jeka standing there with Gharan, then ducked
back along the alley, almost at a run, before anyone could say anything.
He did not slow down until he was several blocks away. He forced himself
not to look back.
He reached the pier where the Seastag was docked just after sunset. He
stopped to study the area around the ship, but saw no Watchmen. He
slipped off the ragged cloak and rolled it up, slipping it next to an
unused bollard, then straightened up and walked toward the Austran vessel.
The crewman at the top of the gangway watched as Kharl approached.
The cooper stopped at the foot of gangway. Im Kharl. Captain Hagen is
expecting me He wasnt sure what else to say.
He told me. Youre to come aboard and wait here on the quarterdeck.
Kharl walked up the gangway and stepped down onto the deck planks,
although he saw nothing that resembled a quarterdeck.
The sailor on watch looked strangely at the ironbound staff.
Kharl did not offer to explain.
The sailor took a tin whistle and piped something. Shortly, Hagen
appeared with a muscular and blocky man who looked to be about Kharls
age.
Hagen smiled as he saw Kharl. You look somewhat better than this
afternoon. He turned to the other man. Furwyl were payin a debt and
getting some help. Kharl heres a cooper. Lost his consort and his
family, then his cooperage to the tariff farmer. Done a lot of good work
for us in the past. Working his way to Austra, as assistant to the
carpenter. Doesnt do rigging, but anything else you need him for.
Furwyl smiled. Hes a mite big to put up there.
Furwyl is first mate, number two, Hagen said to Kharl. You answer him
and any of the other mates, like they were me. Mates are the ones with
the vests, or the jackets with the stripes on the sleeves.
Yes, ser.
Ill need a moment more with Kharl, Furwyl. Then you can get him squared
away in the focsle and take him down to the carpenter. I already told
Tarkyn.
Yes, ser.
Oh, Furwyl I think wed better change the shore leave while were here.
Its too late for tonight, but from now on, I want the crew to go in
pairs. Anyone who leaves alone, or returns alone, loses a silver. Theres
something going on. Theres a renegade wizard loosekilled a white mage,
one serving Lord Wests youngest son. We dont want anyone tied up with
that.
The crew wont like that.
Better that than no leave. We dont want to lose crew, and they dont
want to end up dead or left here, either.
Yes, ser. Furwyl stepped away, moving toward the bow along the pierside
railing.
Hagen turned his attention on Kharl. I made a quick trip to your
cooperage. Someone else is there. He said he bought it at a tariff
auction because you abandoned it. Why?
To stay alive, Kharl replied. I stopped Lord Wests son from forcing
himself on my neighbors daughter, and he had my Charee killed. He had
the tariff farmer raise my levy to twelve golds, and had an assassin kill
my neighbor because he testified for me before the justicers
Hagen winced. I thought it might be something like that. You stay on
board and out of sight when the port inspectors are around.
I can do that.
And you do whatever youre told by the mates, by Tarkynhes the
carpenteror by me.
Yes, ser.
Hagen beckoned. Furwyl you can take him now.
As Kharl followed the first mate, Furwyl looked at the cooper. Youve
made some of our hogsheads and barrels?
Yes, ser. Some of them.
Wouldnt hurt Tarkyn to have some help. Its been a rough fall. In
here. Furwyl gestured to the open hatchway on the starboard side,
leading into the forecastle.
Kharl had to duck as he entered the passageway, dimly lit by a single
lamp in a bulkhead bracket. A closed hatch was on the right, an open
hatch straight ahead.
Furwyl gestured to the closed hatch. Womens crew quarters. Off-limits
at all times. Youll be in the main section forward. Even have an extra
bunk or so.
Most of the bunk spaces were empty, except for three. In two, the sailors
were sleeping. The third sailor looked at the mate and Kharl.
Kharls the assistant to the carpenter, Furwyl explained.
The sailor nodded and rolled over.
The bunk spaces were about four cubits long, two high, and two deep, set
against the hull. Each was painted white, and there was a thin mattress
with a single blanket on each. Between each set of bunks were two open
spaces with nets.
The mate pointed to the last bunk on the port side. That onell be
yours. Your gear goes in the bin at the foot of your bunk. Have to lash
that staff away down in the carpenter shop.
The bin was certainly large enough to hold Kharls pack, but as he looked
around the triangular space, he could see why the staff would not fit
anywhere. He stepped forward and put his pack in the bin, then tied the
net in place.
Furwyl turned, expecting Kharl to follow. The cooper did, back outside,
then into the passageway on the starboard side, and down a ladder one
level, and forward into a narrow space where a sailor in gray sat on a
stool carving something out of what looked to be a white bone. He looked
up, but did not rise.
Tarkyn, the first mate said, this is Kharl. The captain said hed told
you.
Didnt ask me, ser. Told me. The carpenter was a good decade older than
Kharl, grizzled, and white-haired, and he wore a gray shirt,
not either tunic or undertunic, and matching gray trousers. He surveyed
Kharl. Least hes no youngster.
Furwyl nodded to Kharl. Ill leave you two. He looked to Tarkyn.
Captain said you could store his staff here. It wont fit in the
focsle. Hope he doesnt need it, but we will be sailing offshore of
Renklaar.
Well find a place.
Furwyl left.
Tarkyn looked at the staff. You from Reduce?
No. The staff came from a blackstaffer. Its useful in strange places.
You can rack it there. Tarkyn pointed at the overhead wood bin
that stretched aft.
Kharl eased the staff into the long wood bin on one side, carefully
rearranging two timbers so that it fit snugly.
Tarkyn looked hard at Kharl. You after my spot?
Kharl laughed. No. I offered my services to help pay my passage. Im a
cooper
Captain told me that. You a good cooper?
One of the better ones.
Why you here?
The Lords tariff farmer took a dislike to me. I couldnt come up with
twelve golds in four eightdays. Not when the tariff had only been three
golds the year before.
One thing about being a ships carpenter dont have to worry about
such. Worry about pirates, storms, spoiled food, broken spars but not
tariff farmers. Tarkyn laughed. Be here after morning muster, and Ill
show you around. See what you can do.
Thank you.
Dont thank me yet. Tarkyn looked down at the carving he held, barely
illuminated by the bronze lamp, and lifted the knife. See you first
thing in the morning.
Ill be here, Kharl promised, stepping back out of the carpenter shop.
For all of Tarkyns taciturn welcome, Kharl had sensed the basic
soundness of the man, and the organization of the shop, from the wood set
just so in the bins and bays to the tool chests that were carefully
stowed and restrained.
He climbed up the ladder, then back onto the main deck. After a moment,
he climbed the forward ladder and walked to the base of the bowsprit.
There he stood, at the railing on the seaward side, looking
into the darkness wondering how he had ended up on the Seastag and
where it would all lead.
After a time, he turned to view the lights of Brysta. Hed never thought
of leaving the city where hed been born. But then, hed never thought
that the cityor its rulerswould have cost him his consort his family,
his livelihood, then driven him out.
Looking at the scattered lights spread across the harbor front, and the
low hills overlooking the harbor, he swallowed, feeling the lump in his
throat, and his eyes began to burn.
XL
JVharl spent the first five days, when not sleeping or eating, either
with the winch crew or in the carpenter shop. Adjusting to the in-port
morning muster was easy enough; hed always gotten up early anyway.
Having regular meals turned out harder on his guts and system, much as he
knew he needed them.
After testing Kharl on a few minor projects, such as replacing a smashed
panel on an inside door-hatch and rebuilding a storm-damaged section of
the poop deck rail, Tarkyn just asked if Kharl could do something. Most
things he was asked to do, he could, and some, like turning a spar, were
easy enough to pick up.
He had no idea about others, as when the carpenter had asked him how hed
reset the rudder posts.
I suppose I could take it apart and learn, the cooper had offered, but
I dont know as you and the captain would wish that.
Tarkyn had laughed. Wise man who knows what he can do. Wiser man who
knows what he cant.
Kharl wasnt certain about that. Hed done a few things in the past
eightdays hed never believed he could have done, and, before that, he
certainly would have told anyone that he couldnt have done them.
Hed not seen either Watch or harbor inspectors, but the Watch usually
didnt patrol the piers, and the harbor inspectors were only
interested in tariffs and quiet on the vessels tied to the piersand the
Seastag was a very quiet ship.
By late afternoon on threeday, all the outbound cargo had been loaded,
and the hatches secured, with everything battened down. Then the steam
engine had been fired up, and with a slapping ihwup, thwup, the midships
paddle wheels had begun to turn.
Kharl stood at the railing as the Seastag eased away from the pier, out
into the harbor, then westward past the outer breakwater. He looked back
at Brysta, the afternoon light illuminating the city in a golden glow,
giving it a beauty he had not seenor experiencedin recent seasons.
You! Second carpenter! called a voice.
Kharl turned at the voice, recognizing the third, a hard-faced wiry woman
with short-cropped hair and broad shoulders. Ser?
Well be setting canvas once we clear. Youre lead on the mainmast
winch.
Yes, ser. Kharl moved toward the winch. There he stood, waiting for
orders, and looking back, wondering if he would ever see Nordla again, if
he would ever want to, yet knowing that he would.
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XLI
Thirteen days had passed since the Seastag had steamed out of Brysta and
hoisted sail. Once well clear of Nordla, Hagen had shut down the steam
engine to conserve coal. All thirteen days had seen very rough seas,
except for the last few glasses, when the seas had begun to calm. Kharl
hadnt realized how much continual work was required of a ships
carpenter, much of it while standing on a moving deck. Most of it was
simple, in terms of craft, but necessary. Hed replaced railing spokes.
Hed turned pulley brackets. Hed fashioned a replacement bar for the
capstan, when the iron one had broken loose and rolled over the side
during one of the heavier blows. He could have reinforced it with iron
bands, but there was no forge available on the ship.
The cooper grinned at his recollection of Hagens anger over that. The
fourth matethe bosunhad practically backed himself over the railing
stepping away from the captain as Hagen berated the man for not making
sure that the capstan locker had been secured for heavy weather.
It was near midday, and Kharl stood near the bow, just forward of the
foremast, since the Seastag was only twin-masted, but full-rigged, a
brigs rigging on a full ships hull, spread to allow engine and paddle
wheels midships. He was taking a break from the pedal-powered lathe in
the carpenters shop and enjoying the fresh air. Unlike some of the newer
sailors, the weather hadnt bothered Kharl, and he found that merely
working, eating, and sleeping on a regular schedule had improved both his
attitude and his health. The thin mattress felt almost luxurious after
nearly a season on rags and hard ground, and even the ships food wasnt
that bad, although the fruit was dried and limited, and the biscuits that
went with every meal tended to get rock-hard the moment they cooled.
Land ahead! came down the call from the lookout.
Land where? called back Furwyl, who had the con, on the platform before
the steersman.
Ten off the starboard bow!
Within moments, Kharl could feel the Seastag turning to starboard. He
couldnt see what the lookout had, not yet, and he headed back down to
the carpenter shop.
Tarkyn stepped back from the lathe. Youre younger. You can finish.
Kharl took the turning chisel from the older man. The lookout sighted
land.
Thought as much, replied Tarkyn. Shifted course.
We came starboard. It looked like we were headed too far south.
Not too far if the captain could see land. Means he was right within
fifty kays after fifteen hundred on the open sea. Not many captains that
good.
Do you mind if I watch as we come into port? Kharl adjusted the foot
pedal and began pumping, so that the spruce in the lathe began to spin.
No. Not after you finish that gaff. Bemyrll want you up on the winch
crew anyway.
Kharl didnt rush the turning. There was no point in spoiling the wood,
and it would be a good glass, if not two or three, before the Seastag
came anywhere near the shore. When he did finish, he handed the smoothed
gaff to Tarkyn.
Not bad.
Kharl took out one of the rags and cleaned off the lathe, then got out
the small broom and the handled flat scoop. He swept up the shavings and
put them in the burn box, where the cook would collect them later. By the
time he had finished, Tarkyn was back working on his scrimshaw, what
would be a full-rigged ship carved into a red deer antler.
How long have you been working on that? the cooper asked.
This voyage and the last. Tarkyn looked toward the open hatch.
Kharl took the hint and slipped out of the carpenter shop and up to the
bow. At times, the carpenter didnt want to talk at allnot to Kharl.
The ship was headed due north, and Kharl could smell the smoke from the
engine being fired up. The third mate was barking commands at the
riggers, terms Kharl didnt understand, except in general terms, naming
sails to be furled, and those to be left in place. He had picked up some
of the names, but he had no idea which sail the mizzen skysail was, nor
the fore topgallant. So he just stayed out of the way near the bow and
watched as the Seastag drew nearer to the coast. Before long, he could
make out a long black line above the watera breakwater. Hagen, on the
poop, brought the ship more to the west.
The third, her voice hard and sharp, issued another series of
commands, and the rest of the sails were furled as the paddle wheels
began to move. The Seastag moved slowly northward, then hove to off the
southern breakwater, waiting, the paddle wheels turning just enough to
keep the ship with bare steerageway.
In less than a fraction of a glass, a pilot boat steamed up. The boat
kept perfect station on the Seastag while the ladder went over the side.
Shortly, a man in blue trousers and jacket climbed aboard. Furwyl met him
on the deck and escorted him back to the poop, where he stood beside the
captain and began to give orders to the helm.
The Seastag crept forward, wallowing slightly before gaining true
headway, then picked up speed to perhaps three kays, Kharl judged, moving
toward a channel marked with red and black buoys. The channel ran almost
due east between the two long breakwaters of black stone. The breakwaters
rose a good ten cubits above the water and seemed to be at least three
times that wide, with the flat surface of a lords
causeway.
Never seen breakwaters like that murmured Hodal, one of the few
deckhands who was actually taller and broader than Kharland a good
fifteen years younger.
Lots of things youll see here you never saw before, someone else
replied. Nothing like Nylan. Nothing nowhere.
Winch crew! Stand by! ordered Bemyr, the bosun.
Kharl moved aft to join the others, but continued to watch as the Seastag
entered the harbor, not all that much larger than the one at Brysta. The
difference was that there were piers and more piers, all of them stone,
with clean lines and no signs of missing mortar, seemingly in perfect
repair, with timbered rails and hempen buffers.
Is this part of Reduce called Nylan, or is it just the harbor? Kharl
asked Reisl, who was the closest of the winch crew to him.
Who knows? Reisl shrugged.
The bosun looked at Kharl. The southern tip of Reduce is called
Southpoint. The port here is Nylan, named after some old hero. He was a
smith, I think. Anyway, weve been coming north past the point fore
coming inshore. Thats cause the harbors on the west side, north of the
southern tip. Pretty big port, more than a half score piers for
deep-ocean traders, a few more for coasters from Candar and fishing
vessels. Most of the time, its crowded.
They got girls there? asked the fresh-faced Wylat. The tavern maids
are prettier here than anyplace youll ever be And all you can do is
look. Bemyr laughed.
Dont believe that, came a voice from the other side of the winch crew.
You better believe it. This is the place that flattened Fairven some
fifty-sixty years back. They got more mages here in Nylan than in the
whole rest of the world. You see all that black stone out there? They got
ships that move faster than the fastest war-steamers out of Hamor, and
half the time you cant see em. They got patrollers on every street. You
wont lose any coin to brigands there, and youll get fair measure for
your coin. But you cant buy a woman for all the golds the captains got.
You cant?
As the Seastag eased past the inner end of the breakwaters, Kharls
attention drifted from the comments about women to the harbor and the
city to the north of it. Outside of a few blocks immediately north of the
harbor, the city was built on a long sloping hill, an almost symmetrical
ridge that was more than two kays from the harbor to the crest and nearly
twice that wide. The dwellings and the buildings he could see were
constructed of a blackish stone, with dark roofs, and the streets were
wide and straight.
Anywhere you can buy a good woman a woman, anyway, another crew member
said.
Except on board, cracked the third mate from across the deck.
Cant buy women in Nylan, stated Bemyr. Better not try, either. Now
once in a while, onell take a liking to a sailor and thats something.
Only knew of two fellows that happened to Bemyr broke off. Enough of
that. Theyve already got the wagons moving down the pier. They move
cargo fast here.
Lines out! ordered Furwyl. Tighten up forward! Bring her in!
The Seastags paddle wheel slowed to a stop.
Double up! ordered Furwyl. Bosun!
Bemyr put his whistle to his mouth and blew two shrill blasts. Before
long, cargo hatchll be off. Winch crew in place! Step lively, now!
Kharl took his place and waited.
XLII
For the next two days, Kharl labored as a deckhand, shifting cargo,
moving pallets. Not until midafternoon of the third day was he granted
shore leave, along with Tarkyn and half the rigging crew. He had managed,
with some difficulty, to wash his once-better outfit clean, but a close
look would have revealed muted stains in the tunic. He also had the
staff, which he felt he needed to return, although he wasnt quite sure
where to take it, only that it had come from Reduce, and he thought
Jenevra had mentioned Nylan.
He stood on the section of the deck behind the gangway, in that
ill-defined area that was called the quarterdeck, along with the others
going on shore leave, sunlight and shadows from the masts and rigging
falling across them.
Dont be too long, or too late, Bemyr told those going on shore leave.
You dont need a friend with you, not here, but be careful. Captain says
we sail just after dawn. Thats when the winds turn and blow out of the
northeast.
Kharl stepped back and let the younger men surge down the gangway.
As the cooper waited, the captain appeared, looking at the staff. Id
forgotten that. Where did you get it?
It belongs here. I need to return it.
Thats probably a very good idea. Enjoy yourself.
Yes, ser, Kharl said politely, but Hagen had already stepped away.
Kharl looked around as he walked down the gangway onto the pier. All the
piers were of dressed stone, and the stonework was simple but flawless,
the joins between stones as tight as those of his best barrels, and with
only the thinnest lines of mortar.
The pier itself was almost clear of wagons, except for one last one
holding barrels, probably of provisions. Kharl walked past it, then
stopped at the end of the pier and looked up the long, inclined hillside
that held most of the city. Even though it was well past harvest,
everything seemed either black or green. The streets and even the one
alley he could see to his left were all paved in a dark gray stone that
was almost black. The late-afternoon light glinting off it made it look
gray, but as he looked closer, he could see that it was indeed black. In
fact, he hadnt realized just how black, and how pervasive the black
stone truly was. All of the buildings, all of the dwellings, were of the
same black stone, and the roofs of the buildings and dwellings were of a
stone that looked like split black slate.
There were trees, tall and green, and open areas of grass, also green at
a time of year when most grass in Nordla was brown. The buildings and
dwellings were set in their own greenery, and placed much farther apart
than in Brysta, spreading the city out and giving a feeling of
spaciousness.
Kharl looked at the open area, a rectangular paved square, separating the
piers from the warehouses and buildings, then picked the widest-looking
boulevard and walked toward it, his staff in hand. He stopped at the
corner where it intersected the square and walked toward a man in a
black-and-tan uniform, a patroller, from what Bemyr had said. Could you
help me? Im looking for the Brethren.
All of Nylans got Brethren. Any ones special? The mans accent was so
clipped it took Kharl several moments to piece together what the fellow
had actually said.
The ones the place that sends people to other lands
Where they train the dangergelders, you mean? Up the hill, almost three
kays, and theres a building on the left, with a green triangle on a
stone marker outside. Thats the place. Only one with the green triangle.
Thank you.
The patroller nodded in response.
As he continued uphill, Kharl noted something else. Almost all the
buildings were but one story, and most of those near the harbor looked
newish, certainly not more than a generation old, and some more recently
constructed than that. Yet the port had a feeling of being much older.
He had walked no more than a block when he realized that several
passersby and others in the street had taken a quick glance at him and
the staff, and looked away. No one said anything, but they definitely
looked at him strangely. Because of his clothing, not that of a typical
sailor? Or the staff? Or both?
He was breathing harder by the time he reached his destination, nearly a
glass later. The structure was more than just a building. From what he
could tell, looking over the low stone wall at the green grass and neatly
trimmed hedges and well-kept flowers, he was looking at an
estate.
Finally, he stepped through the two black stone pillars that served as
gateposts, although there was no actual gate, and made his way to the
covered porch and the doorway beyond. After a momentary hesitation, he
rapped on the door.
Shortly, the door opened, and a young woman stood there. She wore gray
all over, except for a shimmering black scarf and a silver pin on the
collar of her tunic. The pin was a lightning bolt crossed with a staff.
Might I help you? Again, the accent was strange, but understandable.
I hope so, Kharl said. This staff its not mine I didnt know what
to do with it.
For the first time, the woman, who had been studying the cooper intently
enough to make Kharl uneasy, actually looked at the staff. She frowned,
briefly. If you would come in, I think you should see Magister Trelyn.
She held the black oak door open wider.
Kharl took the invitation and stepped inside, finding himself in an upper
foyer, separated from the lower one by three black stone steps that ran
the width of the foyer.
There are benches below if you would like to rest?
Kharl stepped down to the lower level and the benches set almost against
each wall. His eyes were caught by a painting hanging over one of the
benches. The woman portrayed wore black, and her hair was brown. Her eyes
were black, and somehow very alive. She didnt look like anyone Kharl
knew, yet she reminded him of Jenevra, the black-staffer.
He studied the walls, black oak panels set between heavy black oak
timbers, and the floor, also of the black slate. Only the ceiling was
light, a white plaster tinged bluish gray. There were three doors that
led into other parts of the building. Two were closed, and the third was
just ajar.
Kharl could hear voices.
 doesnt look like a dangergelder accent but the staff its not
corrupted more ordered than it should be
 just have to see
Kharl turned and watched as the woman and a man dressed in dark,
dark gray appeared. His hair was silvered, but his face was that of a
younger man. Kharl had the feeling that he was older than he looked He
wore black boots, well polished. Like the woman, he wore a silver collar
pin, but his looked like a sprig of a plant crossed with a staff. The
cooper also realized something else. Just as the wizard in Brysta had
been surrounded by a whitish fog that Kharl had sensed more than felt
this man was surrounded by a blackness, a darkness, but the darkness
didnt feel cold or evil. Instead, it felt almost warm solid, like
well-made tight cooperage.
Im Magister Trelyn. The magister smiled. How could I help you?
The staff, Kharl said. Its not mine. It belonged to a blackstaffer
named Jenevra. I thought I should return it.
Trelyn frowned. Could you tell me what happened to this black-staffer,
and where it happened?
Her name was Jenevra, and she was from Reduce. She came to Brysta, she
said, because she had to take a trip to learn something. She was attacked
and beaten badly, and I took her into my shop. Kharl shrugged
helplessly. She was getting better, and was almost well. Then someone
set a fire next door, and while I was helping fight it she was killed.
The justicers said my consort did it, and they hung her, but she was
innocent.
You left Brysta just to return this?
Kharl laughed, almost harshly. No. I left Brysta because, after they
flogged me, and increased my tariffs so much that I could not pay them,
someone murdered my neighbor, who was the only one who stood up for me
against Lord West and his son. I went into hiding until I could get on a
ship away from Nordla. The ship ported here, and I thought I should
return the staff.
Has it been the cause of your ill fortune?
No. I cant say it has. It wasnt mine. I had barely touched it when
everything began to go wrong. I had to use it to save myself and someone
else.
The magister nodded more. Might I see it?
Kharl might have balked at others touching it, although he could not have
said why, but he readily handed it to the older magister. Here.
Trelyn ran his fingers over the wood and the black iron, his eyes
almost closed. After several moments, his eyes opened wide, and he
studied Kharl intently. Then he handed the staff back to Kharl.
Its not mine, Kharl said.
It may have belonged to Jenevra, and we are sad to hear what happened to
her, but it is now yours. It would be useless to anyone else, and it
would have to be destroyed. That would not be good for you, either.
Not good for me? Kharl didnt want it destroyed, but it had not been
his. But Im just a cooper
Trelyn smiled, an expression almost sad. One of the hardest tasks in
life is to discover that we are more than we think we are. Whether you
can discover truly what you are that I cannot say, but you are more than
a cooper.
Kharl smiled ruefully. Always be a cooper, I think. Headed to Aus-tra ..
 in time.
I did not say you were not a cooper, Trelyn said quietly, but that you
are, or could be should be more than that. If you have the courage to
look into yourself. You have a great affinity for order, and for
instilling order.
The words made Kharl uncomfortable, and he shifted his weight from one
foot to the other. I cant stay too long. My ship will be sailing.
Not that soon, Trelyn observed.
No, Kharl admitted.
Were you younger and raised on Reduce, you might have been an engineer
or an order-master. Even so are people pleased with your barrels?
Always have been, those that buy em. Some dont, though.
Those that did not and will not are likely not to be trusted. They avoid
your work because it embodies order.
Kharl frowned, considering what the magister had said. It was true that
those who bought his work and kept buying it over the years were those he
knew were honest and trustworthy. Hed never looked at it that way,
though. Was that why he had been having more and more trouble selling his
barrels? Because there were fewer and fewer trustworthy souls in Brysta?
Its a most disconcerting thought, is it not? asked the magister. That
those who cannot be trusted do not trust those who produce truly ordered
work.
I hadnt thought of it that way before.
If you wish to survive and prosper, you will need to think more along
those lines, suggested Trelyn. You will become more aligned with order,
and unless your thoughts become equally attuned, your troubles will
continue.
My thoughts
Thoughts always precede action, yours or the thoughts of another. If you
attune yourself to order, you will find that life will be more rewarding.
Not easier, though?
No, admitted the magister. Life is seldom easy for those who embody
order, although it would seem it should be. But then, what seems is not
always what is.
Why me?
The magister smiled, warmly, then shrugged. That I do not know. I do
know that those who work with wood often understand order better, as do
smiths. You do some of each, and that may be part of the answer. It may
be that you are a cooper because that feels right to you.
Kharls lips quirked. What do you suggest?
Look beyond what you think you see. Learn new things. Reconsider old
knowledge. Trust what you feel. Trelyn paused, then drew a book from his
tunic. This might also help.
Kharl took the book, opened the cover, then smiled and handed it back. I
did keep her book. I hope you dont mind.
I thought you might have, but I wanted to make sure you had a copy. You
may have to read it several timesor more. It sometimes helps to skip
through it and read those passages that make the most sense at the
moment. Dorrin wrote it most logically, but most of us are not that
logical.
Somehow, those words relaxed Kharl. Thank you. He glanced toward the
door.
Also, added Trelyn, you can find those who understand order
everywhere, not just on Reduce. In time, you might be one that others
turn to.
Ive been having trouble just surviving. Kharl paused, and added,
Until an eightday ago, anyway.
That was when you left your old life, I would guess, although sometimes
the effects last for a long time. We often create part of our trouble
by not wanting to accept who and what we are. You should try to
understand yourself, as well as the world. Trelyn smiled again. Those
are really all I can offer in terms of words of wisdom, and Im not
certain that they work for everyone. I do hope they help you. Trelyn
moved toward the door.
Thank you. Kharl followed the magister.
When you discover yourself, truly, you can return here, if you so wish,
Trelyn added, as Kharl stepped through the door and out into the
fall sunlight.
Dont know as Id want to, then, Kharl replied.
That is often the way. For it, the world is a better place. Our hopes
go with you.
As Kharl walked back down the wide and straight stone street, through a
city far cleaner and better-smelling than Brysta, he pondered the
magisters words, especially those about people not wanting to accept who
they were. Hadnt he always accepted he would be a cooper? The magister
had told him bluntly that he was more than thatbut had not said what he
was, only that Kharl had to discover it, and that it would be hard. Hard?
Kharl laughed to himself. Hed already discovered that.
Kharl looked up, sensing something. On the other side of the street were
two figures in black, one man and one woman. Both wore silver insignia on
their collars, one that looked like a cog crossed with a staff. Like the
magister, they held the unseen blackness, if not so deeply or warmly.
The man glanced sharply at Kharl, but the woman leaned toward him and
whispered something. Then she looked to Kharl and smiled, saying, Order
always be with you.
What could he say back? After a moment, he replied with the only thing
that came to mind, And with you.
The two both nodded and continued onward, past Kharl and up the hill.
Kharl wondered why the woman had gone out of her way to offer the strange
greeting, and what she had said to her companion.
Rather than going straight back to the Seastag, Kharl looked for
somewhere to eat. He still had silvers left, and a handful of coppers,
and after the ships food, he wanted a good meal, perhaps the first one
in a season.
The first innthe Copper Kettlehe approached, while looking neat enough,
and smelling clean enough, did not appeal to him, for reasons he
could not have explained. He walked westward along a slightly narrower
street, although one still broad by the standards of Brysta, and stopped
abruptly at a smaller place, more like a tavern really. He went inside.
The public room was not large, holding fewer than ten tables, with only
two occupied, but that wasnt exactly unexpected in late afternoon.
A tall woman, broad, but not fat, wearing a dark green shirt and trousers
with a spotless white apron, smiled at him. Any table thats free.
Kharl moved toward a table in a corner, one that was bright from the
late-afternoon light slanting through the unshuttered windows, but not
painfully so. He leaned the staff into the corner, trying to keep it out
of the way, and settled into the armless chair that allowed him to survey
the room. In one way, there was nothing at all remarkablenine round
tables and chairs, wooden floors, white-plastered walls, bronze lamps in
brackets on the walls. In another, it was all astounding. The tables were
well crafted of red oak, covered in a hard finish, and they were clean.
The same was true of the chairs. The floors were of wide golden oak
planks, also finished with a smooth sort of varnish, Kharl judged, and
without a speck of dirt or dust on them. The windows had glass, and the
glass had been kept spotless. Hed never seen what might have been called
a common eatery so clean.
Do you know what you want? asked the white-haired woman who had greeted
him. Her eyes flickered to the staff, then back to Kharl.
I dont even know what you have, he admitted.
Not everything we usually do. Lets see. White fish or red fish,
battered and fried. Always have a fish chowder. Also, weve got a quarter
fowl, and chops. Chops might be a bit tough. All comes with mashed
potatoes and fried pearapples, except the chowder, of course. Just bread.
Fish is two coppers, fowl and chops three. Ale or wine is two, redberry
one.
Whats the best?
Today the white fish.
Ill try it, with an ale. Kharl fumbled in his belt wallet.
Pay when I bring the ale. She smiled and slipped away.
Kharl just watched her go, admiring her grace, even though he knew she
was years older than he was.
She returned with the ale almost immediately, and Kharl placed the silver
on the table. Need some change.
Where are you headed? she asked as she deftly swept up the silver, then
looked strangely at the Brystan coin, then at Kharl, before shrugging.
Silvers silver.
It is, Kharl agreed. Some things dont change. Lydiar, I think.
Better there than Hamor. She smiled politely. Do you know when you
leave?
Tomorrow.
Youll have good weather. With another smile she was gone.
Kharl sipped the ale, far better than any he could recall. Then, that
might have been because it had been so long since hed had good ale. As
he took a second swallow, he thought over the servingwomans questions.
There was some sort of honest misunderstanding, he knew, and it centered
on the staff. Did she think he was a blackstaffer, being sent out?
Jenevra had been young, but the woman hadnt seemed surprised at all. Did
that mean that the Brethren or whoever ruled Reduce could send people out
as blackstaffers at any age? He frowned. He should have asked more
questions of Trelyn, but he just hadnt thought of them. Hed always been
like that, not fully understanding things until much later, if then. That
didnt seem to have changed. He took another sip of the ale, enjoying it.
When the server returned with his meal, set on a new-looking crockery
platter, accompanied by a small basket of bread as well, she slipped six
coppers onto the table.
Thank you. Kharl left two coppers on the table. He hadnt even thought
about coinage. Hed just discovered that silvers converted one for one,
but coppers? Who knew? He supposed Tarkyn or the captain did, but he
thought he ought to find out, before he ordered anything in Lydiar or
anyplace else. He wasnt so sure the Lydians would be as accommodating as
people in Reduce.
As the woman had promised, the fish was goodlight and flaky under the
crisp golden batter, and the potatoes were rich and filling, the
pearapples a pleasing combination of tart and sweet. He left nothing
except the coppers.
When he stood to leave, the server smiled from across the room. Best of
fortune.
Thank you.
Kharl didnt want to return to the ship, not immediately. So he kept
walking. In time, he came to a square, except it wasnt a square, but a
park, with trimmed hedges, and yellow and orange flowers, and stone walks
amid the green grass, grass that was trimmed short. The trees were all
evergreens, some of types Kharl had never seen. He stood on the street
side of the black stone wall and watched as two boys and a girl played
some sort of tag, with two adults looking on from a nearby stone bench.
After a time, he walked farther downhill toward the piers on the western
side of the harbor. He was curious, because even with the sun about to
set, and the light falling across the westernmost set of piers, a sort of
shadow lay across them. Kharl could not make out any of the vessels,
although he could see the ships at the other piers clearly, and there
were no clouds in the sky.
When he neared the piers, he discovered several things. First, the street
ended at a black stone wall, with a guard post in front of the open iron
gate manned by two soldiers or marines in black uniforms. Second, the
guards had weapons in racks that had to be rifles. He looked again. No,
they werent rifles, exactly, and their barrels were far too large.
Third, he could see through the gate the late-day sunlight falling on the
piers, yet there was a darkness that blocked any view of the ships.
Kharl knew that there was at least one vessel there; he could almost
sense its solidity, but no masts extended above the ten-cubit-high wall.
He immediately turned east, because the cross street in front of the
piers also ended just to the west, with another black stone wall. He
could sense the guards watching him, and he did not look back until the
black wall endedor rather made a right-angle turn harbor ward. He walked
on another fifty cubits before turning.
The way the walls were set, there was no way to see what might be tied at
the pier behind the walls, but whatever was tied there did not have masts
that extended very high.
The guards and the walls suggested that this section of the harbor held
the dreaded warships of Reduce, but if such warships were so fearsome,
why were they being hidden? Was there something about them that the
rulers of Reduce did not wish known? After a moment, he shrugged and
continued walking along the edge of the harbor.
When he finally returned to the ship, after looking at shops, vessels
from Hamor and Candar, as well as from Nordla and Austra, it was well
into evening.
He took the staff back down to the carpenter shop. For the first time in
days, Tarkyn wasnt there. Kharl replaced the staff in the bin and
headed back toward the forecastle. He slowed as he passed the womens
crew quarters, hearing voices ahead, then stopped just outside the hatch.
 tell you something strange about him
 imagining things
 wasnt imagining hes walking down the street, and two of those
creepy types in black they greet him like hes one of
em
So? He works hard doesnt slack, and keeps his mouth shut
 tell you strange
 worry too much, Asolf you drank too much, too. Get some shut-eye
 tell you
Sleep it off.
Kharl waited quietly for a time before entering the forecastle. When he
did step in and begin to ready himself for sleep, both Asolf and whomever
he had been talking to were asleep, as were about half the crewthose
that were aboard.
Kharl lay back on the thin mattress, thinking. How could he discover how
he might be more than just a cooper? By further reading of The Basis of
Order? By looking more deeply into things?
After a time, he drifted into sleep.
XLIII
Is there a sourcea wellspringof order or of chaos? Can something exist
without a source? And if there be such, what is indeed the wellspring of
chaos? Or that of order? There is but one, for chaos can be said to be
the wellspring of order, and order the wellspring of chaos. These are so
because, for so long as there is life, neither chaos nor order can exist
by itself for long without the other.
Yet for so long as there have been peoples upon the face of the world,
there have been those who championed order over
chaos, or chaos over order. There have been those who denied the power of
one, or of both. All creatures that live are born, and birth is the
triumph of life. All creatures, from the largest to the smallest, are
brought low by death, and death is the triumph of chaos.
If all things that have been born were never to die, within generations
the very earth would be filled until none could move, and there would not
be enough sustenance for all. If nothing were to be born, there would be
no towns or roads, no grasses upon the ground, no fishes in the sea, and
all would be desolation
How can one say, then, that chaos is greater, or that order is?
The Basis of Order
XLIV
After breakfast, before he headed down to the carpenter shop once more,
Kharl glanced forward as he stood on the main deck, pitching but
slightly. In all directions, he could only see the gray-blue waters of
the Northern Ocean. Or they might be sailing the Gulf of Candar by now.
Hed asked Furwyl, but the first said he wouldnt know if they were
actually in the Gulf until he took his noon sightings. The unseen border
between the two varied with every map, in any case, Furwyl had pointed
out.
Just another thing that hed thought was more certain than it was, Kharl
reflected as he headed down to the carpenter shop. He stepped inside to
find Tarkyn working on his scrimshaw.
I see that staff is still in the bin, offered the older man.
I tried to give it back. Kharl shrugged. The magister wouldnt take
it.
He say why?
He said it was mine now, and that I should take care of it.
Might see a little use, if were unlucky. Not like it once was. Not like
twenty years ago, when there were pirates everywhere, mused Tarkyn.
Nowdays, only have to worry when youre close to shore near Renklaar or
Jera maybe Biehl and Quend.
There were that many pirates? I thought Reduce had always taken
care of them.
Not just Reduce. The white wizards of Fairven hated pirates as well.
That one thing they agreed upon, and before the cataclysm, there were few
pirates indeed, and most of them did not last long. After the cataclysm
then there were many.
After the fall of Fairven? asked Kharl. I didnt realize that was a
cataclysm.
Aye, that it was. Tarkyn set down the scrimshaw on the narrow bench
built into the bulkhead. Great waves swept out of the ocean and smashed
into the harbors. Wasnt a war fleet anywhere that survived, not even the
ships of Reduce. I heard tell that even the black iron of their mages is
not so strong now as then. Many of the steam engines that once worked did
no longer, and those that did had not the power they once had The
carpenter coughed and cleared his throat. My grand-sire once said that
the ships of Reduce were of black iron and more than two hundred cubits
in length, and moved twice as fast as a horse at full gallop. Now they
are swift, but not that swift, and little more than half that in length.
They dont let people see them in Nylan.
Dont let folk close anywhere. Still mighty ships. Saw one take down a
Delapran pirate once. Like a shark half out of water she moved. Shells,
something that looked like a cannon but wasnt. Couldnt have been half a
glass before the pirate was sinking in flames from stem to stern. No one
thing a skipper doesnt want to do is offend Reduce. Even worse than
offending the Hamorians, for all their ships and guns. Upset the blacks,
and you wont have a ship for long, thats certain. Thats why the
pirates are few, and why they stay close to shore. At times, makes you
wish for the old times, when there were almost none.
Does anyone know what caused the cataclysm? Fairven is it was
somewhere in the middle of Candar. How could its fall cause great waves?
Tarkyn laughed. Folks have wondered that for years. Pride thats what
it was. Ever since Cerryl the Great, the white mages got more and more
sure of themselves. Cocky. First, they took over Certis, and
Hydlen, and then Gallos. Before anyone knew it, they held all of Candar
east of the Westhorns. He snorted. Was that enough? No they started
building a great road through the Westhorns, so as they could march their
white lancers right into Sarronnyn.
Kharl hadnt heard that part of the story. What happened?
Reduce sent some black mages. They were proud, too. Thought a few
troopers and magesd be more than enough to stop Fairven. They werent.
The whites smashed em and the Tyrant of Sarronnyn. Whites had all of
Candar under their thumbs, except the Great Forest, Delapra, and
Southwind. Might have gotten them, too, except that something happened.
Tarkyn smiled, as if inviting Kharl to ask.
What?
Fairven fell in a single afternoon. No one knows how. Some say mages
from Reduce. The one-god believers claim their god leveled it with
thunderbolts. Others say the very earth revolted. One things sure.
Something melted most of the buildingsand they were stonelike they were
wax in a furnace. Nothing grows there, and anyone who goes there these
days doesnt come back. Some of the hilltops are like black glass. Heard
of a fellow who climbed one. Days later, his hair fell out, got sores all
over. Two eightdays later he was dead.
I still dont see how that caused great waves in the oceans.
Who knows? One thing certain though. The land moved. Some of the
roadsthe old stone roads in places, theyre just split. Other places,
the mountains fell on them, buried em and anyone who was traveling em
them.
Kharl shook his head. Its still hard to believe. They ruled forever,
and then, in one day, they were gone.
Like a mighty ship on the ocean, said Tarkyn. Proud, with sails
billowing, engine pourin out smoke. No one checks the hull. Ship-worms
cant see em until its too late. A storm, and the hull gives in, and
the ship sinks, just like that. Lands are like ships. Dont see the worms
till its too late. The carpenter glanced at the lathe. We could use
another top gaff.
Kharl nodded. Spruce?
You dont want oak that high
Kharl stepped toward the overhead wood bin, but he was still thinking
about lands being like ships with shipworms. Was Nordla like that? Or
Reduce? How would you ever know until it was too late?
XLV
Another day passed before the Seastag sailed into the Great North Bay of
Lydiar, barely past dawn. The bay was far larger than the harbor at Nylan
or at Brysta. That was clear from the moment the Seastag passed through
the straits formed by the two peninsulas of dark rock separated by more
than thirty kays of water. Kharl had to take the seconds word that the
second peninsula was there, some twenty kays north. Once past the
straits, there was no other sign of land, just gray water sparkling in
the sunlight.
It took most of the day before the Seastag neared the city of Lydiar, on
the southwestern end of the bay. Only then, in late afternoon and perhaps
five kays offshore, did Hagen order the sails furled and the engine fired
up. A pilot boat appeared as the ship neared the outermost pier,
off-loading a pilot who climbed aboard and up to the poop without a word
to anyone.
As the pilot directed the Seastag toward one of the longer and sturdier
piers near the northern edge of the hodgepodge of wharfs and piers, Kharl
stood with the deck crew on the main deck. He watched, because the only
thing Bemyr ever used him for was on the capstan or the winch. That was
doubtless wise, because Kharl didnt know that much about other deck
duties.
Ten to port! ordered the pilot, his voice carrying with the wind to the
main deck.
The thwupping of the paddle wheels slowed as the ship neared the
northernmost pier.
Most of the city was set on a low plateau above the bay, but there were
buildings and dwellings on the slope that led down to the water. Lydiar
had clearly grown haphazardly over the years, because Kharl couldnt make
out a single straight street of any length, and the roofs and walls were
of all of different colors, but worn and muted, and all beginning to gray.
See that pile of grayish white rock on the middle of the hillside
there, straight back? Right overlooking the harbor? asked Bemyr.
It looks like it was once something, Kharl replied.
Aye. It was. Used to be the stronghold of the Duke of Lydiar, more n
eight hundred years back. Maybe longer. Say that the mage Creslin
supposedly founded Reducehe destroyed it in an afternoon with lightnings
from the sky.
Did the mages from Reduce like afternoons? Or was that just the way the
stories came down? They never rebuilt it?
Nope. Wondered that myself. Maybe cause it was built by wizards and
destroyed by other wizards. Wizards, theyre the wellspring of chaos.
There hasnt been anything like that lately, has there?
Not since the fall of Fairven, leastwise. The bosun stepped away,
moving toward the first mate, who had beckoned to Bemyr.
Kharl looked back at the harbor. There appeared to be more piers at
Lydiar than at Nylan, but that might have been because, compared to the
spareness and order of the harbor at Nylan, Lydiar was haphazard and
disorganized, with piers of all sizes and shapes jutting out from land in
no recognizable order, neither by length, nor width, nor depth of water.
All the piers were of grayed timber, but some were of heavy construction,
with massive circular posts and bollards, and others looked so spindly
that they could well fall to the next storm. Next to the spindly piers
were smaller vessels, skiffs, fishing craft, and some that Kharl could
not identify. The larger piers held oceangoing vessels and coasters,
several of them sloop-rigged and without stacks.
The Seastag slowed to little more than headway as it turned starboard
into the second large pier, one for oceangoing vessels that held but one
other vessel, on the far side.
Shortly, lines went out.
Crew one! Take the forward line, ordered Bemyr. Crew two you got the
stern line.
Once the lines were around the bollards, the paddle wheels slowed to a
halt. Kharl was the last man in the first crew as they reeled in the
line, walking the ship into the pier and snug against the fenders.
Double up, and make those lines tight! ordered Furwyl from the front of
the poop deck.
The shrillness of the bosuns whistle cut through the low voices of the
deckhands.
Deck crew to the foremast! called Bemyr.
Kharl followed the others, standing at the rear of the group.
No unloading tonight. We got in too late, and their crews are already
off, Bemyr added. No shore leave until tomorrow. Not until weve
off-loaded. Well start early.
A series of groans swept across the deck crew.
No duties tonight, except sentries on the lines and gangway, Bemyr
added.
Kharl waited as most of the others in the deck gang slipped away.
Didnt bother you, did it? asked Reisl. Why not?
I dont have anyone to see, and little coin to spend. That was true
enough, although Kharl also had little desire, not after Charees death.
And youre not interested in women?
Not in those likely to be interested in me right now, Kharl replied
wryly.
Reisl laughed. Tell youve been around.
Not as much as he should have been, Kharl reflected.
XLVI
The second day in Lydiar, Bemyr put Kharl in the first shore leave
section. The cooper stepped off the gangway in late afternoon, under a
clear sky, although a chill fall wind blew out of the northeast off the
Great North Bay. Bemyr had admonished the entire leave section to be back
by midnightwhen the curfew bell rang.
Once more, Kharl waited and let the others pour off the ship and along
the pier toward lower Lydiar, past the Sligan merchanter tied on the
opposite side of the pier and inshore of the Seastag. Then, wearing his
heavier tunic, he stepped off, with a nod to the quarterdeck watch. He
took deliberate steps along the pier. He had decided against taking the
staff into Lydiar. There was little sense in being identified as a
blackstaffer from Reduce, and he hoped to avoid areas of the town where
he might need the staffor any weapon.
The timbers of the pier were thick enough, but the wood was grayish,
with barely a trace of brown remaining, showing that it had been years
since the pier had been built or substantially repaired. Even from
looking at Lydiar from the ship, Kharl had gained the impression that
most of Lydiar could have used some repair. As he walked off the end of
the pier and onto the first waterfront street, Kharl studied the
warehouses facing the harbor. One was clearly vacant, with the doors and
windows removed. Another had the windows on the upper level boarded up.
None looked to have been recently stained or painted.
Kharl turned uphill, passing a chandlery less than fifty rods up the
street from the piers. The narrow porch was bowed, and the roof above the
porch sagged. The shutters were peeling, and the small windows were
splattered with salt and grime. Kharl kept walking, past a tavern the
Red Kegwhere hed seen several of the deck crew enter. Just beyond the
tavern was a fullers, but so dingy that Kharl wouldnt have wanted
anything cleaned there.
Two youths glanced from the alley across the street at Kharl, taking in
his size, then disappearing into the shadows. Kharl snorted and kept
walking, his eyes and senses alert, but he neither sensed nor saw the
youths returning.
The street was paved with a combination of older granite blocks and newer
red sandstone replacements. At the end of the block on which the tavern
sat, the main street crossed a narrow lane before curving to the right
and ascending more steeply past narrow two-story dwellings with sharply
pitched roofs. Kharl kept walking, until he reached the top of the
hilland found that he hadnt climbed a hill at all, but more of a gentle
bluff, because to the west the land neither rose nor fell that much.
Perhaps half a kay west was an ancient stone wall that looked to mark the
western edge of the city.
On Kharls right, the area that comprised the edge of the hill or bluff
was open ground, rocky, and intermittently grassy, a strip perhaps ten
rods in width that ran from the edge of the avenue to where the bluff
steepened, then dropped downhill to the meaner dwellings on the hillside
below. To his left, were modest dwellings, although several with more
pretension had low hedges to separate their grounds from the street.
Kharl turned southeast, following the wide avenue at the edge of the
bluff. Within twenty rods, the houses had become noticeably larger and
grander, and constructed of solid gray granite, with grayish tile roofs.
Each had a gray stone wall before it, slightly more than shoulder high,
with iron grille fencing above the stonework. Behind each wall was an
enclosed space, some with lawns, and others with formal gardens. The
shutters on the grander dwellings were more freshly painted, and in such
shades as blue, dark green, or maroon.
A carriage passed Kharl, followed by another, and a man on horseback,
wearing a deep blue jacket. A small wagon rumbled down the granite-paved
avenue, coming toward the cooper, but the driver scarcely glanced in
Kharls direction. The housemaid on the side porch of one of the houses
looked in Kharls direction, then quickly away.
After half a kay, the houses ended, suddenly, as did the avenue, although
a side street led back westward, away from the bluff edge. Directly
before Kharl was an unkempt mass of undergrowth extending a good fifty
cubits. Beyond *hat was a mass of tumbled white stone. Kharl realized
that he stood at the edge of the former hold of the Dukes of Lydiar.
Following a narrow path, Kharl made his way through the undergrowth. The
bushes and twisted high grass ended, abruptly. Nothing grew past a point
five cubits from Kharls boots until somewhere on the farther southern
side of the ruins. He could sense why nothing grew there, for the rocky
soil looked and felt dead. It did not look evil or menacing, but it was
empty. He could sense neither order nor chaos, just a feeling of great
age. One of the white stones was a good five cubits long and half that in
height and width. It had been cut, as if by a mighty knife, into two
pieces, one twice the size of the other. Another stone still bore the
imprint of a lightning bolt, black-etched into the white stone. Amid the
larger stones were fragments of columns, and roof tiles, as if the entire
structure had been smashed and the remnants tossed and stirred.
After a time, Kharl retraced his steps back to the avenue and followed
the side street, then another avenue, making his way around the ruins,
until he came to another street that led downward toward lower Lydiar.
Less than a hundred cubits down from the edge of the bluff, on the
right-hand side of the street, behind a narrow garden surrounded by a
knee-high wall, twin lamps beckoned from each side of the doorway of an
establishment that billed itself as a cafe. Kharl paused and looked over
the building, then stepped forward. It felt more orderly than any he had
seen in Lydiar, and the mixed aromas of food smelled inviting, tinged
with seasonings he did not recognize.
A menu was chalked on slate beside the door. It took him several moments
to decipher the meanings, and the prices, before he opened the door and
stepped inside. He could certainly use a meal other than shipboard
cooking, even if the prices were higher than in more modest places.
A slender older woman greeted him. We only serve ale and wine with
meals. Her voice was polite, level, and carried a tone of slight
amusement.
I was looking for a good meal, not for drinks. He paused. Brystan
silver good here?
We take anyones coins, so long as theyre not clipped. She turned,
gesturing for him to follow her to a square table set beside a brick
wall. There were two chairs, unpadded, but with arms. Kharl took the one
that let him survey the rest of the cafe, a space no more than ten cubits
wide and twenty long, with but eleven tables of various sizes. Only three
of them were occupied, one with a couple, a second large circular table
with a family of five around it, and a third with two men in the corner.
Youre not local.
No. Im a ships carpenter.
Howd you get up here?
I walked, past the large houses and the ruins
Most sailors dont get out of lower Lydiar.
Im not most sailors, he replied with a smile.
Did you see the bill of fare outside? I can tell you whats on it, if
youd like.
I think I got most of it, Kharl replied, except for the langostinos.
What are they?
Youre definitely not most sailors. The woman smiled. Theyre a Lydian
lobster, with only one large claw. Very tasty.
Which is betterthe langostinos or the burhka with the black mushrooms?
The server cocked her head to the side. Thats a hard one to answer. The
burhkas very spicy, very hot to the taste, but rich, and the mushrooms
are at their peak. The langostinos are more delicate in taste, but very
filling.
Ill try the langostinos, and whatever ale or lager you think will go
best with them.
The lagers better; the red ale would overpower them.
Kharl smiled. Thank you.
She left the table and slipped through a narrow archway, returning almost
immediately with a large glass mug, filled to the top with a pale liquid,
which she set on the table. I hope you like it.
Im sure I will. Kharl took a sip, wondering, but after swallowing that
small amount, found himself nodding. The lager was excellent, with a
smooth bite that wasnt in the slightest bitter. He had the feeling that
he might regret the evening, if only because he clearly couldnt afford
to eat and drink such fare oftenif ever again.
He put that thought behind him as he took another sip of the lager and
looked toward the doorway, where a tall man had appeared. The hostess
greeted him, and the two exchanged words that Kharl strained to hear,
well be full in a bit
 dont look that crowded
 have a number of people coming in within the glass
 couldnt fit us in?
 sorry, but it just isnt possible. The chef had promised The tall
man scowled, then turned and left. There was something about the man,
but he departed so suddenly that Kharl couldnt exactly figure out what
it might have been.
Kharl took a slightly larger swallow of the lager, enjoying the taste,
and the warmth of the cafe, feeling more relaxed than he had in days.
Before long, or so it seemed, the server returned with a large platter,
on which were the langostinos, steamed in their shells, with a dark brown
rice, and a butter cream sauce, and a small, crusty, freshly baked loaf
of white bread. There you are.
It looks and smells good. Should I pay now? Kharl asked apologetically.
You can pay when you leave. Thats our way. If you honestly dont
like the food, you dont pay.
Youre very trusting. She laughed. Were not trusting at all. Kharl
understood, abruptly. The man at the door?
He wouldnt have been happy here, and it wouldnt have been good
for him or us. Can I get you anything else?
No. This looks like more than enough.
Let me know if you need anything. She slipped away from Kharl and moved
to the table with the family.
For a moment, Kharl just reflected. Somehow, the woman knew who could be
trusted and who would enjoy the place, and just didnt let others in. Her
remark about not being trusting at all suggested that there were other
defenses, but he didnt see any. With a shrug, he began to eat.
He ate every morsel, and finished the lager down to the last drop.
You liked it, I see. The server smiled broadly as she appeared at his
table.
The best meal Ive eaten in years, Kharl confessed.
Thank you. Ill tell Hasif. He likes it when people appreciate his
cooking. The woman smiled. Youre welcome here anytime.
Thank you. Kharl put a silver and a copper on the table. I enjoyed it.
Greatly.
Thats good to hear.
Kharl rose and made his way from the cafe, still smiling. The meal and
the lager had cost eight coppers and, with the three coppers he left for
the server, had been almost twice what hed paid in Reduce, and hed
thought that high. Then, he had to admit, what hed just eaten was
without a doubt the best food hed ever put in his mouth.
He walked from the cafe and out into the darkness, although it seemed
more like twilight to him, for some reason. He turned and noted the sign
on the far side for the first timeTravelers Rest Inn and Cafe. A
peaceful place, he decided, and very ordered and restful. As he walked
downhill through the dark streets of lower Lydiar, he kept his eyes and
ears open, but hed either picked a good street, or brigands and thieves
had decided the night was not for them.
About half the shore leave section had returned when Kharl finally made
his way back aboard the Seastag. He was undressing and folding his tunic
when Argan walked slowly through the hatch, clearly trying to control
each step. An overpowering floral scent clung to him, almost sickening to
Kharl.
Whered you go? asked Argan.
Walked around, got something to eat, walked back.
No girls? No ale?
Lager and no girls, Kharl replied with a smile. Halfs better than
none, mumbled Argan, turning toward his own bunk.
Kharl smiled faintly. Those kinds of girls he didnt need. For some
reason, the images of Sanyleand then of Jekat, or Jekacrossed his mind.
He shook his head. He was too old for them, but he hoped they were doing
well.
He slipped into his bunk and into sleep.
XLVII x
The next day Kharl was hard at work on deck duties, replacing weakened
posts in the starboard quarter railing of the Seastag, before smoothing,
then varnishing it. He had finished the job and been released for the day
a glass before supper.
Hed thought about the ruins hed seen the day before, with the massive
stone blocks clearly split in two and left to weather for ages. It did
not appear the site had ever been quarried for stones, but perhaps the
abundance of timber to the north along the low hills lining the Great
North Bay had made using wood more attractive. Certainly, except for the
larger dwellings at the top of the bluff, almost all the dwellings and
buildings in Lydiar were of wood, and most looked to be decades old, if
not older. While he had not felt any of the whiteness he had with the
wizard in Brysta, the dead feeling of the soil told him that some great
wizardry had to have been involved. Nothing grew around the ruins still.
That might have been the reason why no one had tried to quarry them.
Perhaps in ages past people had tried and suffered, even died, but that
was something about which Kharl could only
guess.
Since he still had close to a glass before supper, he slipped The Basis
of Order from his pack in his bin and carried it with him up onto the
deck. He found a space beside the railing where the late and fading light
from the setting sun illuminated the pages and began to read, not really
trying to puzzle out each phrase, but just letting the words flow over
and through him.
What are you reading?
Kharl glanced up to find the third mateRhyllalooking down at
him. Its a book on order and chaos, ser. Someone left it to me, back in
Brysta.
Not many sailorsor coopersread, observed Rhylla.
I suppose not.
Furwyl said you lost everything to the tariff farmer. Why did he do
that? Rhyllas voice expressed mild concern.
Because I stopped Lord Wests son from having his way with a neighbor
girl.
Aye. That would do it. Rhylla snorted. What happened to the girl?
He had her father murdered. Her mother died years ago.
So they killed the father and ran you off?
Kharl nodded.
You look like it wasnt that simple.
Kharl laughed, half-bitterly. They hung my consort because she couldnt
prove she didnt do something. My eldest son left Brysta as a carpenters
assistant on a ship; my youngest left to live with my consorts sister.
The tax farmer demanded twelve golds
Twelve golds?
Twelve. I got off with a mere thirty lashes, and the deaths of my
consort and neighbor.
Thirtyand you still can walk?
I didnt for a while.
I can see why you wanted to leave Brysta. You think thingsll be better
elsewhere?
Things? No. I figure that people are the same everywhere. But I wont
have a lords son looking to do me in elsewhere.
Rhylla nodded. Good folk and bastards everywhere. Trick is to keep to
the good ones and avoid the others.
Sometimes thats hard, Kharl pointed out.
These days harder. One reason why Im staying here as a third.
You could be a second on another ship?
Been offered twice. Payd be better, but the crew shared be smaller,
and Id end up drinking all the extra coins to forget. Hagens a good
captain. Too few like him. You know that he owns other ships, but still
sails as captain?
No. It didnt surprise Kharl. Hagen was good, and he couldnt imagine
the captain sitting in a countinghouse or a mansion and being happy. He
didnt know why he thought that, but he did.
You hid out waitin for him, didnt you? Kharl smiled ruefully.
Smartest thing you coulda done. Rhylla nodded. Need to check on the
duty sentries. She stepped away.
Kharl looked down at the page open before him.
 each thing under the sun, be it a man or a machine, a creature or an
object created, is unique, no matter how closely it resembles another,
and yet all these unique things are created from the sameness of order
and chaos, and all that is unique is the manner in which order and chaos
are twisted into the unique forms that we are and that surround us
He thought about the words for a time for a long time until the bell
rang for supper, and he slipped the book inside his tunic and went below
to the long narrow mess.
After eating, he went back on deck to think, and to watch the stars
appear in the night sky, brightening as the sky darkened. In time, he
returned to the crew quarters.
As he undressed and slipped into his bunk, he hoped he could sleep
soundly. He didexcept for the time when Reisl staggered back into the
forecastle, clearly drunk, and mumbled incoherently before collapsing
into his own bunk.
Kharl sighed and went back to sleep.
XLVIII
JSJiarl had already washed up and trimmed his beard, and was getting
ready to head to the mess for what passed for breakfast, when Bemyrs
whistle shrilled through the forecastle, announcing that breakfast was
ready. Another whistle would call the in-port morning muster, where
additional duties might be assigned.
Frig mumbled Reisl, turning and sitting on the edge of his bunk, legs
dangling as he held his head in his hands.
Too much ale, called Argan.
Behind them, Wylat just grinned.
Reisl slumped to his feet and began to pull out clothes from his bin,
where he had tossed them the night before. He straightened abruptly.
Know I was ale-decked, he mumbled, but not enough to lose every copper
in my wallet.
You had some when you came back aboard? asked Kharl. Reisl nodded, then
turned to Hodal. You know what happened to my coin?
Hodal looked up at the taller man. No. You think Im that stupid? Kharl
could sense that Hodal was telling the truth. The cooper
glanced around the forecastle, taking in the sailors still in their bunks.
Some were asleep, others pretending to be so.
What about you, Kawelt? asked Reisl, stepping forward toward
the next bunk.
Like to take anything you have, Reisl. Didnt.
Kharl could see/sense just a touch of the strange whiteness that no one
else seemed to notice around the third upper bunkthe one holding Asolf.
Kharl eased toward it, nodding to Reisl.
Reisl stepped toward Asolf. Why did you empty my wallet, Asolf?
The broad-faced sailor cocked his head. Youre one to be making charges.
You couldnt have seen the sun if it had risen right in front of you. He
eased out of his bunk without looking at Reisl. He already wore trousers,
but not deck shoes.
I just asked if you emptied my wallet.
Why would I do that?
Kharl looked at the younger man. You dont want to answer the question,
and usually people who dont want to answer have a reason they dont want
to.
Carpenter its not your business.
Theft in the focsle is everyones business, snapped Bemyr from the
hatchway. Yes or no?
No, replied Asolf.
Thats a lie, Kharl said without thinking.
Asolf drove right toward the cooper. Kharl stepped aside and, as he did,
one-handedly flung Asolf to the deck. The deckhand lay there for a
moment, then started to gather his feet under him. Kharl wondered if the
sailor had a knife or a marlinespike. His own fingers tightened about the
carpenters hammer in his belt.
You move, and youre off the ship in the clothes on your back,
Bemyr stated coldly.
Asolf froze.
I think Ill take a look in Asolfs bin, Bemyr said, moving forward.
Yeah I took all three coppers in his wallet, Asolf said tiredly.
Im sure you did, and Im sure you took more than that, Bemyr said.
You and I are going to talk to the captain. Get up.
Asolf slowly rose, glaring at Kharl. Friggin half mage.
Didnt take no mage to figure out you were hiding something,
Reisl said.
Even I could figure it out, added Bemyr. Lets go.
After the two left the forecastle Reisl looked at Kharl. Thanks.
Always thought he was snitching coppers here and there. Never could
get him.
You seemed to know who it was, Kharl said.
Knew for a while, but hes mean. Reisl shook his head. You took him
down so quick.
Just luck, Kharl lied. Hed sensed that Asolf would attack, and hed
been ready. Since he was half a head taller, broader, stronger, and
ready, the thieving sailor hadnt had a chance.
Take that kind of luck any day.
So will I, replied Kharl with a laugh. As he left and headed for the
mess, Kharl wondered why Asolf had called him a half mage. Because the
sailor was touched with chaos and had realized Kharl could sense it? Or
just to get Kharl distrusted by the other sailors?
Breakfast in port wasnt badthere was hot bread and an egg mush with
scraps of meat. Kharl took his bowl and sat at one end of the narrow
table, scooping up the mush with a crust of the rye bread, listening as
others entered the mess.
 the bosun and the captain threw Asolf off caught him stealing
coppers, bosun did
 few morns woke up thinking I shoulda had more in my wallet now I
know
 smart only took a few
Not smart enough.
Kharl finished and left the mess.
Immediately after muster, and before reporting to the carpenter shop,
Kharl made his way to the bow, on the port side, the side where he could
look out northward over the Great North Bay. He leaned on the railing,
thinking. Hed been lucky that most of the crew had already suspected
Asolf, but hed come close to giving himself away. He frowned. What
exactly was he afraid of? That somehow he was able to sense chaos and
when people told lies? Or that people would think he was a mage, when he
scarcely knew anything about it?
Hed always had a feel for wood, and often Vetrad had complained when
Kharl had refused certain lengths of wood, but the ones hed refused
hadnt felt right, and hed seldom ever found himself with bad billets in
the cooperage. Idly, thinking about the wood, he looked down at the solid
oak hull, angling toward the gray water of the bay.
He frowned. About ten cubits aft of where he stood, just above the
waterline, on the port side, he could sense an overtone of white.
What are you looking at?
Kharl straightened at Hagens question. Ser, I mean, captain. I think
theres something wrong with the hull, the wood, that is, down there,
right at the waterline.
Well you think so, and you go down on a bosuns chair and look real
close. Hagen gestured.
Furwyl appeared.
Bosuns chair, Hagen said. Kharls worried about the hull down there.
Like to have him take a look. Cant leave until tomorrow anyway.
Those are new planks and timbers
Cant hurt to have him look.
Kharl almost wished hed said nothing, but he remained silent until Hodal
appeared with the rope-slung chair. The two of them attached the ropes
and pulleys, then swung the chair over the railing. There Kharl climbed
into the chair and was lowered.
The chair stopped two or three cubits too high.
A little lower, Kharl called.
The chair lurched down.
Thats good.
Up close, Kharl could feel that the damage was worse than hed thought,
although the hull looked normal. An entire patch of hull going
at least three cubits below the waterline was rottenor something like
it. He touched the wood and could feel some give.
Well? Furwyl called down.
You got a whole section of hull here. I could drive a maul through it.
Furwyl laughed. That sections only a year old. Come on up.
Its rotten.
Cant be. Its new oak.
Kharl took the hammer from his belt. Watch.
Be glad to.
The carpenter whod been a cooper took one swing, and buried the hammer
in the wood just above the waterline. Splinters and chunks of rotten wood
flew. Kharl pulled away a fist-sized chunk, holding it in his left hand.
Pull me up. You can see for yourself.
Furwyls mouth hung open.
Then the first mate and Hodal pulled up the chair, and Kharl scrambled
out, handing the chunk of oak to Furwyl.
Furwyl looked at the wood, taking in the strawlike parallel tubes in the
fragment. Shipworms frigging shipworms. That Jeran swine paid for
coppered wood He looked up. Captain!
Hagen reappeared.
Carpenters right. Shipworms. Bet all those timbers we replaced in
Biehl are no good.
Hagens jaw tightened.
Im sorry, ser, Kharl said. I dont claim to know ships but I know
something about wood
Not your fault, man. Hagen shook his head. We hit a bad blow might
lose the ship.
Leave the chair there, Furwyl said.
Kharl stepped aside, sliding down the railing as the two officers talked
in low voices.
 not the best place to refit and retimber
 put that hammer through that like rotten cheese
 any kind of storm go down by the head quicker n a lead
barrel
Kharl looked out across the harbor, not really seeing anything. What had
happened to him? Hed known wood, and once hed touched the hull, hed
known it was weak, but hed never before been able to see or sense
something like that from ten cubits away before.
XLIX
The single dry dock at Lydiar was old, and the steam engine that powered
the pump groaned and wheezed as the water gushed in surges over the stone
walls of the dock and out into the harbor until the Seastag rested on the
wide keel blocks. The crew had already moved the cargo in the forward
hold, and much of it was under tarpaulins on the aft section of the main
deck.
Kharlstill sweating from that effortstood on the stone rim of the only
dry dock in Lydiar, with Tarkyn beside him, looking down at the exposed
hull.
Hamorian merchants soak their planks in copper solution, Tarkyn said.
Then they sheathe the hull in thin copper plates. Costs more to begin
with, but they claim that its cheaper over the life of the vessel.
Course their warships are iron-hulled steamers. Dont worry about worms
with those, but cost of coal will kill a trader
Lot of things are like that, replied Kharl. Most folks want things
cheap as they can get them. Cooperage was like that. Good tight white oak
cooperage costs two coppers more a barrel, four if its something as big
as a hogshead, but a good barrelll outlast a poor one by half again as
long. He shrugged. For some folks makes no difference, but for most
after five years theyll spend silvers, sometimes even golds, more for
what they thought theyd saved He cleared his throat. Is there any way
the captain can get recompense from the Jeran?
Not so as Id know. Tarkyn laughed. Revenge, though. That he can get.
Just tell every master he meets. In a few years, noned be dealing with
the Jeran. Folks forget that theres a balance to life. Things come back.
Not so as the black ones in Reduce say, always prating on about the
Balance, but in life. Do a man good, and most will return good. Do a man
ill, and few will forget.
Too bad that doesnt apply to rulers, mused Kharl.
It does, cooper. We just dont see it. The white wizards of Fair-ven
they got too mighty and proud. Where are they now? Whole
citys a ruin. Nothingll ever live there again. The Prefect of
Galloshes got more problems than a lathe has shavings. Most cause he
treats all but a few like serfs. Tarkyn gestured back toward Lydiar.
Lydiar goes through rulers like Tarkyn stopped to grope for a
comparison, then looked at Kharl.
I suppose so. It just hasnt happened where Ive seen it.
It happens. Trust me. Tarkyn cleared his throat again. Friggin frog.
Get older, and you spend more time clearing your throat than talkin.
Then, could be, gettin paid back for talkin too much when youre young.
Anyway you see the captain? He does right well. Know why? Cause he
treats his crews right. Makes sure his captains on the other ships do,
too. Word gets around.
Kharl recalled the third mate talking about staying as a third rather
than becoming a second on another ship. I had that feeling, even when I
was a cooper.
Course, sometimes a fellows got to help matters along. Got to stand up
and do the right thing, not wait for others to do it. Captains like
that. When he found out that fellow been lifting coppers, he booted him
off just like that, and he took his crew share, divided it among the
hands who lost coins. Tarkyn laughed. Some probably said they lost a
copper or two more n they did, and some probably lost some they didnt
recall, but a lot of skippers, theyd just pocket that share. Not the
captain.
Kharl glanced down into the dry dock, where water still swirled around
the lower sections of the keel, although the water level continued to
drop, revealing greenish moss on the lower stones of the dry dock walls.
He always dealt with me fairly when he bought cooperage.
You gave him the best, Id wager, because he did. Kharl had given
everyone the best, but he merely answered, I did.
Sooner or later, what you do comes back, Tarkyn declared. Kharl still
had to wonder whether that was truly so. No one had avenged Charees
death, nor had any good come from it that he could see. While he had
managed to help Jeka a little, no one had done anything about Lord Wests
corrupt tariff farmers in either Sagana or Brysta. Tyrbels death and
that of Jenevra had both occurred, and nothing had happened to Egen.
Then, Kharl reflected, he had killed Tyrbels assassin, who had probably
been the one who had killed Jenevra. Still nothing had happened to
redress the balance with Lord West and his sons, and Kharl had seen
nothing to make him believe that it would.
L
Even with the Lydian shipwrights workforce, the crew of the Seastag, and
the wood-handling skills of Kharl and Tarkyn, it took almost an eightday
to replace the worm-damaged hull sections. The actual woodwork had only
taken about a third of that time, but the caulking and the finish work,
and then the trials in the Great North Bay, and the second round of
caulking and ensuring that the hull was both sound and watertight,
accounted for the majority of the repair time.
Hagen had not wasted that time, but had the crew work on other repairs
that would not have been enough to warrant a dry docking. The rudder was
cleaned and repaired, as were several paddle wheel spokes, and all the
fittings and piping in the steam engine were checked and cleanedas well
as other small repairs that Kharl could not have explained. More coal was
brought on board, and the bunkers refilled.
Kharl was kept busy with the hull work, and, at the end, with refitting
the interior timbers and braces against the new hull. Hagen personally
inspected every bit of work that affected the seaworthiness of the ship.
The Seastag finally left Lydiar on a threeday.
Early afternoon on sixday found Kharl on the foredeck, just aft of the
bowsprit, taking a break from the lathe. The wind was light, barely
enough to puff out the sails, under a bright and cloudless sky that made
the day seem warmer than it was. The swells were little more than a cubit
and a half from trough to crest, and so long and flat that there was
almost no foam at all, making the water look even darker.
Kharl stretched, then glanced to starboard, quickly taking in the
headlands to the west and a pair of small islands, possibly as close as
three kays away. He turned and looked off to port, out toward the
seemingly endless Eastern Ocean. He frowned, seeing in the distance a
speck of darkness. At first, he thought it might be the kind of darkness
that hed first seen in Nylan, but it resolved itself into a low black
shape a good four kays east. The black ship cut through the choppy
waters, moving
swiftly northward, first passing abreast of the southward-bound Seastag,
and then swiftly vanishing.
Kharl shook his head, still not certain hed seen the ship.
You saw it all right, said Rhylla, from his right. Move fast, dont
they?
That was one of the black warships?
The third nodded. Wish it had been headed south, instead ob back to
Nylan. Do us more good, specially with the wind so light. She turned and
crossed the main deck.
Musing on her words, Kharl started back down to the carpenters
shop.
Long for a short break, Tarkyn said, stepping away from the lathe. Im
sorry. I saw one of the black ships. I couldnt believe how fast it
was.
You mark its heading?
It was headed north, maybe northeast. Third said it was going back to
Nylan. Kharl stepped up to the lathe and readjusted the foot pedal for
his longer legs, then took the shaping chisel, studying the section of
oak that would become a rough-shaped spare railing support. >
Captain better think about powering up the engine, Tarkyn said.
Kharl looked up from the lathe, lifting the chisel.
Weve barely got headway. Were heavy-laden, bout as heavy as well be,
cause weve got copper for the druids. Thats what the first said.
Kharl didnt understand.
Were south of Renklaar, short of Pyrdya, and were close to shore
cause the trades blow north farther offshore.
The carpenters explanation still didnt make any more sense to Kharl.
Pirates, the carpenter finally said. Got to worry about em till were
well south of here, past Worrak, for sure.
But Reduce I mean, were about as close as we can be to Reduce.
Thats the problem. All sorts of ships port at Nylan, with rich cargoes.
They come through these waters. All sorts of islets and marshes off the
mouth of the Ohyde. Hide a fleet there, if you wanted. Reduce doesnt
have too many of those black ships. Cant be everywhere.
You think pirates would come after us?
Theyll come after anything they think they can capture. We had wind,
with the engine, be a hard chase for them.
Kharl sniffed the air. Somethings burning.
Good. Captains lighting off the engine. Doesnt like to. Coals not
cheap, but losing a ship to pirates makes coal cheap at twice the price.
Kharl continued to work the lathe, and neither man spoke until Kharl
finished the turning.
Best you rack that and clean the lathe, stow the brackets and clamps.
Kharl nodded. After putting the railing support in the overhead rack used
for partly finished work, he swept up the shavings and sawdust into the
flat scoop and emptied them into the burn box. Then came the rags, and
finally the oil to coat all the exposed metal.
Good, grunted Tarkyn.
Somewhere, Kharl could hear the hissing of steam as pressure built up in
the boiler aft of the carpenter shop. A slow rumbling echoed through the
ship, followed by a regular thumping, and then the deliberate thwup
thwup of the paddle wheels.
Bemyrs whistle shrilled throughout the ship. All hands topside to repel
boarders! All hands topside to repel boarders!
Worried about that, muttered Tarkyn.
Kharl glanced toward the overhead bin, looking for the dark staff.
The far side, Tarkyn said.
Kharl eased the staff out of the longer of the two overhead bins. He
glanced over at the older man, and saw that Tarkyn had opened a locker
and was taking out a crossbow, a rewinding assembly, and a quiver of dark
bolts, but the bolts didnt look like iron.
Lorken, the carpenter said. Can make em here on the lathe. Almost as
good as iron, and they work real well against pirates, specially those
touched with chaos. You better get topside. Ill be up in a moment.
When Kharl left the carpenter shop, the paddle wheels had begun to pick
up speed, but only fractionally, and a long groaning told Kharl that the
engine was straining, probably because the steam pressure wasnt high
enough yet. As he came up the ladder, staff in hand, he was met by the
third, who stood by an open locker, filled with weapons of all sorts,
ranging from long and short blades to cudgels and spears.
Rhylla looked at Kharl and his staff. Better put you on the poop. She
gestured.
Yes, ser. Kharl glanced aft, across the main deck where sailors
were forming up behind each railing. Most carried cutlasses, but Kharl
saw spears and a cudgel as well, and even one woman with a quiver and
longbow. He took a quick look to starboard, inshore. There were two
pirate vessels, each long and slim, with a bastard rig and a huge balloon
sail, each less than a kay away. Both were filled with armed men.
Cooper!
Sorry, ser. Kharl hurried across the deck, waited for a sailor with a
broadsword to climb the ladder, then followed him up to the poop.
He had no sooner reached the top when Furwyl motioned for him to take a
position abeam the helm, but on the port side. You can cover more deck,
and that means we can use someone else on the main deck.
Kharl nodded. He thought he understood.
Dont leave your space unless youre ordered to. Furwyl paused. Or
unless theyve already overrun the main deck, and no ones climbing the
poop.
Yes, ser. Kharl took the assigned space, but once there, looked back
shoreward. With the speed of the paddle wheels increasing, the gap
between the two pirate vessels and the Seastag was no longer obviously
narrowing. In fact, Kharl could begin to see the Seastag start to pull
away from the leading pirate vessel.
Port five, ordered Hagen, standing almost directly beside the helm.
Coming port, ser.
Kharl could barely feel the gentle turn.
Steady on heading, ser.
Steady as she goes.
Steady as she goes, ser.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the gap between the larger ocean trader and the
pirate vessels widened, until it was more like a kay and a half.
Kharl kept checking, but the gap was still increasing, and the Seastag
was edging farther and farther away from land. Hagen was trying not to
lose what air he had, but to find a heading that played more to the
strengths of the Seastag.
A muffled crummpt echoed through the Seastag. The entire vessel
shuddered. Almost immediately flame flared from the stack, hot enough to
scorch the limp lower sheets closest to the stack before fading into
blackish gray smoke that settled down across the decks. The paddle
wheels thzvup-thwup-thwup slowed, finally coming to a stop.
Kharl gaped for a moment. The smoke had held, for just an instant, the
barest hint of chaos about it. What had happened? Why had the engine
exploded?
The gap between the pirate vessels and the Seastag began to narrow once
more.
An engineman, blackened from crown to boots, pulled himself up the ladder
and made his way toward the captain. Kharl tried to listen.
Firebox exploded, ser awful steam metal
Is there a fire below? Hagens question was clipped.
No fire, ser. Not now. Sand and water got that. But no engine, much,
neither, ser two stokers didnt make it
The cooper looked shoreward. The pirates were closer, little more than a
kay away, and the sternmost of the two had shifted course slightly, to
take a heading that would come up alongside the Seastag on the port side.
That made sense, unhappily, because the pirates could board from both
sides, and divide the defenders efforts.
Shut everything down, best you can, and bring the engine crew topside,
Hagen told the engineer.
Yes, ser, those that can. The engineer turned and made his way down.
 some sort of wizardry muttered the captain to Furwyl.
 put out the word about Lydiar, returned the first mate.
 get through this first
As he waited for the pirates, Kharl tried to relax, tried to recall the
warm-up exercises he had not used or needed in years and replicate them,
to ready himself. The wind remained light, and with their smaller craft
and larger sails, the pirates steadily closed on the Seastag, until they
were only rods away, then within fifty cubits, one on each side of the
trader.
Stand by to repel boarders! ordered Furwyl, and the command was echoed
by the three other mates. Stand back from the railings until they close!
Kharl moved back, realizing the reason for the command as an arrow
whispered past his head. He immediately dropped into a kneeling position,
waiting.
Clunk!
At the heavy sound, Kharl turned his head to see a pronged iron that had
been catapulted over the railing and onto the deck. Several arrows
skidded along the deck as well and one buried itself in the steering
platform.
A seaman ran forward, crouching, with an ax and, keeping his head down,
began to hack at the line attached to the grappling iron. Another iron
arched over the railing, and dragged across the deck until it, too, was
wedged behind the poop railing. The seaman with the ax had barely cut
through the first line before there were two others wedged in place.
The young man attacked the second, but seemed to make no progress.
Friggin thing wound with wire
Kharls eyes darted across the upper deck, taking in the four grapples
still wedged in place. While he couldnt see more, he had no doubts that
the same tactics were being employed against the main and forward decks.
The seaman managed to part the line on two more grapples, but, by that
time, another three had been wedged in place.
Kharl edged forward, because he could hear voices, scuffling, and
muttered curses
 get your friggin ass up
 sows carry less lard n you
The cooper saw a brawny arm reach over the railing. He lunged forward and
slammed the staff down on the arm, feeling the bones break, and seeing
the pirate tumble backward off the rope and into the water just aft of
where the two hulls rubbed against each other.
He brought the staff around in a sweep. One pirate ducked, but the lorken
staff caught a second in the neck, and he sagged, then slid out of sight,
while Kharl reversed the staff. His return was weak, and the one pirate
was over the railing, cutlass slashing toward the cooper, and parrying
the staff.
Kharl two-handed the staff, using both ends. The wood, almost as hard as
iron, and springier, fended off the cuts from the pirate, who tried to
circle away from Kharl, and found himself between a sailor with a spear
and the cooper. In the pirates moment of indecision, Kharl struck with
an underthrust, and the cutlass spun out of the pirates hand. The other
sailor plunged the spear into the pirates belly.
Kharl turned back to the port railing, where two more pirates had
appeared, one with the ubiquitous cutlass, and a taller man with a
hand-and-a-half blade. Kharl took on the taller man, and found himself
backing up against a man with far better blade skills than Kharl had
staff capabilities.
Thzvunk! The huge pirate looked stunned at the quarrel in his left
shoulder.
Kharl took the moment and knocked the big blade from his hand and
attacked with all his strength. Even badly wounded, the pirate weathered
two blows that would have felled a lesser man and ducked away from
several that could have stopped him.
Kharl managed another strike, then a solid thrust into the mans guts.
The pirate tumbled forward, and Kharl saw the blood from a deep cut
across his back.
Two more pirates appeared from somewhere, and Kharl and another sailor
found themselves slowly pushing the pair forward, toward the edge of the
poop deck. One looked back, and took a spear. The other grabbed the
railing and vaulted down.
Kharl stood for a moment, gasping, glancing around the poop deck, but it
was empty, except for Kharl, the captain, the helmsman, and two other
sailors from the Seastag. Below, the main deck swirled with fighters. The
defenders were being pressed from both sides, although they did not seem
that greatly outnumbered, and some pirates had fallen, but the attackers
fought without much thought of caution, it seemed to Kharl, and kept
pressing the Seastags defenders inward.
The cooper glanced down at the pirate vessel to port. Only two men stood
on the low rear deck, beside the steersman. All three were watching the
main deck of the Seastag.
Abruptly, staff in one hand, Kharl swung himself over the railing and
clambered down one of the ropes left hanging by the pirates. When he was
just slightly higher than the aft deck of the pirate vessel, he twisted
his body and jumped. Even as close as the two vessels were, he barely
cleared the railing and landed heavily on the deck.
The two pirates remaining were surprised enough that Kharl had a chance
to get the staff into position before the first charged.
Kharl parried the slash by the pirate, and the cutlass clanked against
the black iron band. The blade shattered, and Kharl reversed the staff
into a wicked riposte into the mans guts, then, as the pirate staggered,
finished him off with a blow to the side of his head.
The cooper barely managed to get the staff back and balanced in time to
ward off the attack of the second helm guard, who was using two
shortswords, one in each hand.
Kharl let the other attack, using a balanced two-handed grip on the
longer staff to block or deflect the others slashing attacks, giving a
little space, and watching.
Then, after the pirate made a particularly vicious cut that left him
slightly unbalanced, Kharl slammed the staff into the others knee with
enough force that something crunched, and the pirate sprawled sideways on
the deck. Kharl brained him, then turned to the helmsman.
The helmsman released the helm and grabbed for the cutlass at his belt.
His hand closed on the hilt just as one of the iron bands ot Kharls
staff crashed into his temple.
As Kharl surveyed the deck, he could see that there was no one near him,
and forward on the pirate ship, no one had even looked aft. With a cold
smile Kharl strode forward, toward the handful of pirates, along the
railing, clearly wanting to board the Seastag.
The first two went down, one right after the other, without anyone
noticing.
The third turned. Theyre behind us! He got his blade, more of a rapier
than a cutlass, up and into a rough guard position. Kharl slammed the
blade aside and brought the staff up from below, doubling the man over,
and finishing him off with a reverse.
Then there were pirates all around Kharl, and the most he could do was
try to weave a defense.
He stepped back, still creating a blur of blackness, when a taller man,
taller even than Kharl, lunged forward with a huge broadsword. Because of
the force of the cutthat missedthe big man was off-balance for a
moment, and Kharl struck.
A shocked expression froze on the pirates face, and he brought the
broadsword around in a last desperate swinging lunge.
Kharl managed to get the strength from somewhere to parry, but he slipped
on a deck wet with blood and salt, and the flat side of the blade crashed
into his chest, then slammed down into his foot. With a last effort,
Kharl brought up the end of the staff straight into the pirates throat.
Kharl could feel something give, and some of the pressure on his leg
abate. He tried to lever the staff upward, but it was caught under the
body of the fallen pirate.
Then something struck him from behind, and wave of red blackness crashed
over him.
LI
A reddish dark haze swam around Kharl, and much as he attempted to grope
his way through it, it merely thickened. When he tried to rest, it seemed
to constrict around him, like an iron band across his chest and ribs,
with an agonizing pain so sharp that he felt he could hardly breathe. He
wanted to move, but neither his arms nor his legs would budge, and his
head was a mass of flame.
In timehow long it had been, he had no ideathe haze thinned, and an
image swam into his view, except that it was a pair of images. Kharl
squinted, and the two images resolved into one, that of a single face,
one he thought he should recognize, but did not.
Youll be all right, cooper. Youre acting like youre still fighting.
You dont have to keep fighting. Try to loosen those muscles.
Pirates? Kharl mumbled, his mouth so dry that the single word was a
croak.
You need to drink. Open your mouth.
Kharl did. The coolness was welcome. His tongue was swollen, and
swallowing was difficult.
Pirates? he asked again.
Most of em are dead. We brought in their ships. Not bad prizes. Worrak
isnt prime, but the captain figures that, even after replacing the
engine, be a goodly prize share for everyone. Thats for you, too.
Kharl didnt care about that. He just knew his leg hurt, especially his
footand his chest.
Hurts a bit
Your ribs are cracked bruised, and theres that right foot. Its going
to hurt for a while, but youll walk fine. Your boots wont be so cramped
on that side. That last pirate blade took the two smallest toes, but
wound came up clean. Healing good. Worried about you. Been a couple of
days now.
Hit my head.
Big lump, but nothings broken and no soft spots there. Local healer
says youll be fine. Hes looked at all of you.
Kharl finally grasped that Rhylla, the third mate, was talking. He hoped
his memory would improve. Thank you.
You need to drink some more.
So Kharl did, then drifted back into sleep, back into the reddish haze,
except at times there were periods of black coolness.
He woke in dim light, either dawn or twilight, he thought, before
realizing that all light was dim in sick bay or anywhere belowdecks. He
only saw two other bunks, besides the one above him, and the two those
across from himwere occupied. He lay back on the narrow bunk, closing
his eyes and trying to ignore the dull aching in the toes he no longer
had, and wondering what would happen next. He could hear voices from the
two men in the opposite bunks, whispering as they were.
 thought he woke
 back asleep
 youd be sleeping, too what hit him. Tough old guy Kharl didnt
think of himself as old, but he must have seemed so to young seamen.
 never saw anything like it cleared off everyone on the one looked
like
 Reisl said he used that staff and batted down arrows Kharl wanted to
snort, but it would have taken too much effort. No one could do that.
 saw him take out three pirates with that big staff one hit it with a
blade, and the blade shattered
 blackstaffer
 hes not used to be a cooper in Brysta what the third said did
something to piss off the Lord
There was a laugh. Got to like that anyone with enough guts to piss off
a lord good man Kharl drifted back into sleep.
When he woke for the third time, the space was brighter, and the aching
in his skull was only the faintest throbbing, although his foot didnt
feel that much better. He was alone in sick bay, and the other bunks had
been stripped.
Still, he thought he ought to try to sit up, and he gingerly eased into
a sitting position on the edge of the bunk. Knives jabbed through his
ribs, and he could barely hold himself erect. Still he wasnt going to
get better lying flat.
He slowly levered himself into a standing position, although he was as
much leaning against the bulkhead as standing. He coughed, two or three
times, and the sharp knives that went through his chest made him wonder
if he would collapse right there. He just stood, hanging on until the
coughing passed and he could breathe easier. Then he took one step, and
another. He finally made it to the hatch, and looked out onto the main
deck. It was midafternoon, and the ship was tied to a pier.
He stepped slowly out onto the deck, barefoot he realized, but he had no
idea where his boots were, or if he could even bend over to put them on,
or if they would fit. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he eased
sideways until he reached the ladder to the forecastle deck, where he sat
down.
Cooper?
Kharl looked up to see Furwyl standing there. Yes, ser?
Third and the healer said itd be a few more days
 if I got up at all?
Furwyl laughed. They didnt say that.
Not exactly. Figured Id better walk some. Rest some. Not worth spit
right now.
You know how you feel, the first mate said carefully. Were leaving
Worrak tomorrow.
Wont be doing much carpentering for a while, Kharl replied.
If you want to stay, youve got a berth, long as you want it.
Id like that. Kharl forced a smile, one that he meant, even if he
still hurt so much that he didnt feel like smiling.
Good. Thats settled. Furwyl smiled. Maybe youd better lie down for a
while get up in a bit for supper.
Supper sounds good. Kharl realized he had no idea if hed eaten, or
what, or how often. He didnt like the idea that he had no idea what had
happened to him. He did appreciate the loyalty of the captain and the
first. Slowly, he rose, and putting one foot in front of the other,
gingerly, headed back to sick bay.
LII
The Seastag waited two days more to leave Worrak, because the captain had
been promised a cargo of brimstone for delivery to Dellash. Brimstone was
a good cargo, provided it didnt burn or get spilled, and Hagen had
planned to port at Dellash anyway, according to Rhylla. Kharl didnt
complain about the delay because he appreciated being able to begin to
walk on a steady deck. His damaged boot had been patched, but he felt
unbalanced, even though he had lost just his littlest toes, rather than
his largest.
By the evening before the Seastags departure, Kharl was walking with a
slight limp, and the stabbing in his ribs had receded to a dull ache.
Hed tried a little work with the lathe, but he could only manage it for
a quarter of a glass before the pain in his ribs began to worsen. He
stopped, but that was better than he had been doing.
After sitting on Tarkyns stool for a time, he made his way back onto the
main deck. The sun was hanging above the low hills, just to the south of
where the Fakla River entered the harbor. There was enough of a sea
breeze to carry the harbor odors inshore and leave the deck with the
clean scent of the Eastern Ocean, although the breeze was brisk enough
that the deck would be chill once the sun set.
Cooper? called a voice.
Kharl turned. Ghart, the second mate, stood several cubits aft.
Yes, ser?
Captain and the first are on the poop. Theyd like to see you.
Ill be right there. Kharl headed aft and went up the ladder, carefully
and slowly. So long as he moved smoothly, the pain in his ribs wasnt too
bad.
Hagen and Furwyl stood waiting under the aft mast.
Kharl stopped several cubits short of the two officers. Captain, ser,
you asked for me?
That I did, replied Hagen. Ive been thinking, Kharl. Weve got a long
voyage ahead. Tarkyn says youre good, better than most ships
carpenters. You saved us from losing everything. So, were going to pay
you as the carpenters second. Hagen smiled. And you start wearing
carpenters grays onboard. You wont be doing deck work, but youll have
to take in-port gangway watches once we get to Ruzor.
You use any sort of weapon besides that staff? asked Furwyl.
Im not bad with a cudgel, Kharl said.
That might be a little handier on watch, replied the first, with a
laugh.
Hagen handed Kharl a small pouch. Thats your pay for the last eightday.
Thank you, ser. Kharl wasnt quite sure what else to say.
The captain nodded, as if he did not wish to be thanked. Ghart is in
charge of in-port watches. Hell be letting you know which sections
youll stand.
Yes, ser.
Tarkyns rustled up two sets of grays for you, added Furwyl. Says
theyll fit you just fine. We can use another subofficer.
Ill do my best, captain, ser.
You already have, Hagen replied. More than most. Thats why youre
crew, now, for so long as you want.
Yes, ser.
Hagen nodded, as if to dismiss Kharl, and the coopercarpenters
secondstepped back and climbed down the ladder. He doubted that he
really wanted to remain a ships carpenter, but if he couldnt find a
place where he could be a cooper, at least hed have shelter and coin and
something useful to doand with woods, which he knew.
He stopped as pain shot through his ribs.
Most healers were black mages. He wondered if The Basis of Order had
sections on healing, and if they might teach him something about how to
speed his own healing. He might as well read through it and see. He
certainly couldnt work full-time as a carpenter. Not yet.
And, based on what hed already experienced, the informationif he could
understand itmight prove useful.
LIII
A-gainst strong blustering gusts that were nearly direct headwinds, it
took the Seastag five dayswith frequent tacking and the use of the
engineafter leaving Worrak to make port in Ruzor. Kharl was glad for the
respite, because every time the ship had rolled or pitched heavily, and
he had been caught off guard, his ribs had reminded him that they had not
yet healed. He thought that the efforts he had made to cultivate a sense
of balance within himself had helped speed the healing, but that could
have been wishful thinking.
Whatever the reason, there were timesbrief momentswhen they did not
ache, and those seemed more frequent with each day. Even so, he was glad
that the Seastag had ported, even if Hagen had said that they would be in
Ruzor but two days.
Kharl had two in-port watches, but one was that afternoon, and the second
the following morning. Ghart had given him an easy watch schedule,
clearly in deference to his injuries, but Kharl had no doubts that his
duties in other ports would include night and midwatches. He had been
down in the carpenter shop since after breakfast, using the tools to
tighten the grip on the cudgel hed taken from the weapons locker, and
was headed back up to replace it.
He stopped halfway up the ladder from the carpenter shop as he heard
voices from the main deck, as if two people were standing right outside
the hatch.
 most fortunate to have captured the pirates understand you have a
cargo of two hundred stone of brimstone
 already have a binding contract for the brimstone sell it here and
Synadar wouldnt give me a copper were I broke and legless
 understand that, but the Prefect is willing to pay a third more than
your contract price would free cargo space
Why is the Prefect of Gallos so interested in my cargo of brimstone?
asked Hagen.
The Prefect is having trouble with the province of Kyphros the Prince
of Analeria is always claiming another part of Gallos The prince has no
mages, and gunpowder is useful.
His troubles dont matter to me, replied Hagen. All a traders got is
his reputation. I sell out a cargo and a buyer, I lose that buyer, and
anyone he tells
Its not wise to anger
Its not wise for you to anger him. Hagen laughed. The Prefect doesnt
have more than twoscore lancers here in Ruzor. The piers stone and long.
You send em down that pier, and Ill cut the lines and be off. Then Ill
tell every trader to steer clear. Ruzors the Prefects only port, and
hes got no fleet.
 youre a hard man, captain. Someday, youll regret that.
Regret what? Being honest? Being fair?
There was a long silence.
 tariffs are twenty golds on the cotton, the Brystan apples, and the
tin ingots.
Thats twice what they were last year, Hagen pointed out, his voice
indifferent.
Thats what they are.
They are what they are, and Ill report them to the buyers.
 seeing as you didnt know
Whatever they are we report them. And youll give me a receipt for that
amount.
Eleven golds. The words were nearly spit out.
Were always happy to pay what is levied by the lord of the land, Hagen
said cheerfully. We want everyone to know what we paid and to whom.
The voices faded as steps on the deck above indicated that the two men
had moved away from the forecastle hatch above. Kharl waited several
moments before climbing up, then going out on the main deck. He stopped
for a moment and looked to the east and north. Ruzor sat on the east side
of the Phroan River, underneath the cliffs serving as the western
ramparts against the high desert that extended westward from the Little
Easthorns. It was an old port town, and despite being located on the
northeast edge of a large natural bay, had but a single long stone pier
for oceangoing vessels. Farther seaward was a long stone breakwater, with
a squarish gray stone tower fortress at its terminus. Under a clear sky
and a
sun that shed little heat, the Seastag was tied between the set of
bollards farthest out into the harbor.
Kharl headed for the watch locker, where he replaced the cudgel and
secured the locker. Turning slowly, he watched as Hagen handed a leather
bag to a bearded and bulky man wearing a dark blue winter jacket, its
collar trimmed with golden fur. The bearded man took the pouch, bowed
slightly, and walked down the gangway with stiff and jerky steps. His
steps lengthened once he was on the pier, but they were still abrupt and
forced.
Kharl eased toward Ghart, who had the in-port deck watch until noon.
 not a happy man, ser, the second said to Hagen.
That kind never is. There wont be any shore leave, but tell the crew
well make that up in Southport. Im going below. Have to tell the
engineer to keep some coals hot in the firebox.
Yes, ser.
As Hagen neared the carpenter second, he nodded.
Ser. Kharl returned the nod.
How are those ribs?
Better every day.
Good to hear that. Hagen stepped past Kharl and across the deck, before
heading through the hatch to his cabin.
Ser. Kharl addressed Ghart, who remained beside the end of the gangway.
I fixed the grip on the cudgel and replaced it in the weapons locker.
He handed over the heavy bronze key.
Thats good. No shore leave, and thatll mean your watches will be
quiet. Less that customs weasel gets the local lancers riled up.
Was that who the captain was talking to when I came topside? He didnt
look pleased.
He wasnt. Tried to inflate the tariff, pocket the difference. Weasel.
Surprised you couldnt smell him from across the deck. Ghart shook his
head. The Prefect rules Kyphros with folk like that, and he wont be
keeping it long.
I dont know, mused Kharl. Youd think so, but
Could be, replied Ghart. Folks are always fearing change. He glanced
back along the pier, but the customs enumerator had disappeared.
Theyre always afraid change will make things worse. Kharl chuckled
ruefully. For most folks, it does.
Youre saying that things never change, Ghart said.  Cause the worse
they get, the more folk fear theyll get even worse.
Until they know they cant get worse
Youre a cheerful sort today, carpenter.
Kharl offered a rueful smile. Experience.
Dont think I want to know. Seen enough Id rather not see again. Ghart
turned to look at the long wagon being driven down the pier toward the
Seastag. Need to get the off-loading crew. Looks like the cotton factor.
Kharl slipped away to the railing near the bow. From there, he looked
over the old town once more, taking in the ancient gray stone buildings
and those newer dwellings, few as they were, with white plaster walls
farther westward on the narrow bluff.
Gharts words echoed through his thoughts, and Kharl wondered just what
it might take to get people to want to change a poor ruler, or if they
feared change so much that no ruler would ever be changed except by death
or conquest.
LIV
(
Jxharl looked down at the pier, and then out at Ruzor. A glass had passed
since he had taken the deck watch, and the cotton factors wagons had
come, been loaded, and departed. Two long and heavy wagons remained on
the pier, and the deck crew was finishing the off-loading of tin ingots.
Kharl walked slowly in a circle, around the quarterdeckthat ill-defined
area on the main deck immediately inboard of the head of the gangway down
to the pier.
The late-afternoon wind had picked up, and the sun had dropped behind the
bluffs to the west of Ruzor so that the Seastag and the pier sat in
shadow, chilled further by the wind out of the northeast. Glad that he
had kept his winter jacket and was wearing it over the carpenters grays,
Kharl stopped pacing and stood by the railing, looking down and across at
the metal factors men placing the tin ingots in the second wagon. The
only movements on the pier were those of the loaders, and the only ones
Kharl could see on the Seastag were the winch crew, although he knew some
of the deckhands were down in the hold loading the heavy canvas
slings.
Last ingots! came the call from the hold.
Last load, Furwyl relayed from where he stood on the forward section of
the poop.
The metal factor, a solid figure in a heavy brown work jacket, raised his
arm in acknowledgment. The heavy sling rose out of the hold and then
swung out to the pier and down onto the stone beside the wagon. The
cotton had been loaded directly into the wagons, but the ingots were not.
Was that because they were so much heavier that the wrong placement on
the wagon could bend or snap an axle? By the time the dock loaders had
placed the last ingots on the wagon, the boom was secured in its stowed
position and the deck crew was folding up the sling and replacing the
hatch cover.
Winch and deck crew, you can knock off. Bemyrs voice cut through the
afternoon.
For what? mumbled someone. Nowhere to go.
You heard the captain. No shore leave here. More shore leave in
Southport. Its warmer there, anyway.
Yeah
 except the women
You couldnt get a woman here, either, Sonlat.
 and the ales flat flat as the women
Men arent any better, cracked one of the women riggers.
A series of laughs followed as the men and the two muscular women drifted
into smaller groups.
Kharl turned his attention back to the now-empty pier, a long stretch of
gray stone, tinged with pink in some places and the green of algae in
others. The only other vessel at the pier was an old fishing schooner.
The sunlight falling on the harbor waters to the south and east of the
Seastag suggested that sunset was still a glass or so away.
Quiet so far, carpenter? asked Furwyl, easing up to the quarterdeck.
Yes, ser.
Ill be checking the manifests with the captain. Let us know if you see
anything strange.
Yes, ser.
As the first crossed the deck, Kharl glanced at the cudgel set against
the railing forward of the gangway, then back to the pier. He looked
farther west, toward the town. Was that someone on the harbor road? He
scanned the pier and harbor, but his eyes kept going back to the road,
and before too long he could see a rider moving at a quick trot toward
the squarish heavy-timbered building that held the portmaster and the
customs enumerator. The traveler neared the port building and tied his
mount outside.
Kharl kept looking back toward the port building, but it was about a
quarter of a glass later before the rider emerged and vaulted into his
saddle. The rider was in uniform, probably a lancer of some sort, and he
was continuing along the road bordering the harbor, his mount carrying
him past the pier and toward the breakwaterand the fort that squatted on
the seaward end.
Kharl did not want to ring the alarm bell, but he did think that either
Furwyl or Hagen should know. He glanced around. No one was nearby. He
crossed the deck quickly and stepped into the passageway way leading to
the mates cabins, and that of the captain. The hatch door to the
captains cabin was ajar, and he knocked.
Yes?
Captain, ser, theres a lancer riding from the port building to the fort
on the end of the breakwater. I didnt know if you wanted to know, but
the second told me that the customs enumerator was not to be trusted
Hes still riding? How do you know began Furwyl, turning.
The captain lurched up from behind the table. On deck, first. Back to
your post, carpenter.
Kharl hurried back to the quarterdeck. From there he watched as Hagen
climbed to the poop, a spyglass in hand. The captain only watched for a
moment before calling to Furwyl, Have the engineer go to emergency
fire-up!
Yes, ser. Furwyl dropped down the ladder to the engine spaces.
Kharl kept watching both the pier and the breakwater. The lancer had not
yet reached the breakwater fort. The carpenter second had not realized
just how far out the breakwater was and how much the harbor road wound
between the base of the pier and the breakwater. Still, it wasnt that
long before the lancer was on the breakwater road heading to the fort.
As Kharl watched, he could smell coal smoke, and after a few more
moments, a thin line of black began to flow from the stack.
Bemyrs whistle shrilled through the late afternoon. All hands! All
hands! Deck crew, make ready to cast off. Make ready to cast off! Harbor
rig! Harbor rig!
Furwyl appeared beside Kharl. Well leave the midships line in place and
the gangway down. You know of anyone whos left the ship?
No, ser.
Good. The first turned, and two of the crewone burly man and an
equally burly womandashed down the gangway onto the pier, the woman
going forward, the man aft.
Single up! Furwyl ordered. Single up!
Singling up!
Clear the aft line!
The seaman by the aft line loosened it, then hurried back up the pier to
the gangway, but waited. Aft line clear.
Clear the forward line.
Forward line clear. After undoing the forward line, the woman retreated
to the single cleat beside the gangway, where the other sailor joined
her. Both forward and aft lines were pulled in.
Clear the midships line.
The two unwound the line from the cleat, down to a single loop, then
sprinted up the gangway. Kharl watched as the line flowed away and off
the cleat as the deck crew reeled it in.
Up the gangway.
After the gangway was winched up and back, Kharl locked the quarterdeck
railing back in place flush with the fixed railing.
With the cold wind out of the northeast filling the sails, the Seastag
swung away smartly from the stone pier. The smoke from the stack
thickened, and Kharl could hear a low groaning as the engine began to
turn over, slowly, then stop because there wasnt enough pressure in the
boilers yet. Even without the engine, the ship was headed seaward under
sail with fair headway.
Kharl glanced from the pier to the fort at the end of the breakwater.
From what he could tell, Hagen was piloting the Seastag into the section
of the channel closest to the fort. While Kharl knew the captain must
have had a reason, he had no idea what that might have been.
The ship was nearing the fort, but was still a good kay away from the
closest approach, which Kharl judged to be a kay and a half.
Cruump! Something flew through the forward yards and landed another fifty
rods south of the ship. A gout of water gushed skyward.
Kharl realized that the something had been a shell from a cannon in the
fort.
Thivup thwup Slowly too slowly, it seemed, the paddle wheels began to
turn.
Another shell whistled overhead and landed in the water less than five
rods to starboard.
Hard port! Hagen ordered.
The Seastag turned port, headed almost directly at the breakwater, losing
speed with each rod. Yet another shell slammed into the blue-gray harbor
waters, barely off the starboard quarter, and another gout of water
erupted skyward. Although the paddle wheels were beginning to pick up a
slow and even rhythm, even Kharl could tell that the ship was losing
headway and might soon even lose steerageway. He could also see the water
ahead lightening as they neared the shallows that sloped up to the
breakwater, and the fort.
Hard starboard! came the command. Full power!
As the Seastag turned back to starboard, and the sails caught the wind
nearly full once more, the ship seemed to leap forwardand not a moment
too soon. There was the faintest scraping on the port side, as if the
hull had run against the edge of a sandbar or a rock, and then another
cannon shell exploded into the water less than five rods directly aft of
the sternpost.
Steady on zero nine zero! ordered Hagen.
Another shell slammed through the rigging, and this time, a rain of
debris pattered and clattered down onto the poop deck. Kharl looked up.
One of the sails on the starboard side had been ripped loose of the
bottom rigging and flapped in the wind. The footlines dangled, and the
end gaff was missing.
The paddle wheels turned over a shade faster with each moment, and the
ship continued to gain speed. The Seastag had passed the end of the
breakwater and was now moving away from the fort at a goodly clip, the
open water between the Gallosian fort and the ship increasing.
Twenty starboard! ordered Hagen.
Just as the ship settled onto the new heading, another shell struck
just off the port quarter, close enough and with sufficient force to
throw a spray of water across the forecastle. Kharl could even feel some
of the spray from where he stood midships on the starboard side.
Glancing aft, he could see that once the Seastag had cleared the
shallower waters seaward from the breakwater, Hagen had turned the ship
onto a heading that presented only the stern to the cannon of the fort,
keeping the ships exposure to cannon fire as narrow as possible. Another
shell exploded in the waters aft of the Seastag. Kharl waited for another
shell, perhaps to strike the ship itself, but no other shells were fired,
not that he could see or hear.
Furwyl took the ladder down from the poop and crossed the deck to Kharl.
Captain thinks were out of range now. He looked at the chunks of wood
and line, and several pulleys, that lay across the main deck. You and
Tarkyn are going to be busy replacing gaffs and booms, Hagen said.
Lucky they didnt hit either of the masts square.
I dont know as it was luck, ser, was it?
Captain did his best, and hes good, carpenter, but theres always
luck. Furwyl nodded and headed toward the bosun. Bemyr! Get a crew here
to clean up the mess.
Kharl looked back into the twilight that was beginning to descend on
Ruzor and the squat Gallosian fort on the breakwater. Why were people so
vindictive? Hagen had done what was right, and the customs enumerator and
the Prefects armsmen had tried to punish him and sink the Seastag
because they hadnt gotten their way. Yet they would have been outraged
had they been the buyers of the brimstone, and Hagen had sold it to
someone else.
He shook his head. The Prefects enumerator and Egen were the same sort,
wanting things, their own way and vindictive when they were thwarted. Did
having power turn people that way?
Kharl laughed. It wasnt as though hed ever be tempted in that fashion.
Coopers and carpenters never got that kind of power.
LV
Another five days passed before the Seastag made her way into the port at
Diehl, the most sheltered harbor that Kharl had seen. A forested
peninsula guarded the seaward approach, looming over the deep channel
that was less than two kays wide at the harbor entrance. Once past the
entry, the Seastag steamed almost due west through a bay more than thirty
kays wide, and from the half day that it took to reach the actual port,
more than fifty kays in length. Only the Great North Bay at Lydiar had
been larger, almost an inland sea, as Kharl recalled.
Kharl had been assigned the morning deck watch the day after the ship had
arrived, and Hagen had appeared almost as soon as the carpenter had taken
his station on the quarterdeck, opposite the still-empty pier.
Weve got the copper to off-load and some of the woolens we picked up in
Nylan. Expect their port-mistress anytime, or one of the assistants. Just
give me a call or ring the bell twice. I dont need to tell you, but be
exceedingly polite. With a nod, Hagen had turned and returned to his
cabin, leaving Kharl on the deck under high clouds, on the warmest
morning Kharl had experienced in eightdays.
As Bemyr supervised the deck crews removal of both hatch covers, Kharl
studied the port and the land beyond. Diehl itself was the smallest port
town Kharl had seen, not that he had seen many, with only two warehouses
behind the port-mistresss structure at the foot of the single piera
structure of old and heavy timber supported by equally old and massive
stone columns. The Seastag was the only vessel tied at a pier large
enough for two ocean traders.
The water in the bay was a warm blue, unlike the late-autumn dark blue of
the Eastern Ocean or the harbor waters at the Candarian towns and cities
where the Seastag had previously ported, and the air was warmerand
moister. Beyond the port area, everything was green differing shades of
green in a canopy of trees that stretched to the horizon in every
direction where there was land.
A glass passed before a silver-haired woman walked down the pier toward
the Seastag. Kharl had not seen her appear, but he almost nodded to
himself, thinking that the port-mistress would probably be older. But as
the woman neared, he could see from the unlined face and slender figure
that the woman was anything but old. Hed heard that druids were
silver-haired, but the druid approaching the ship was the first he had
ever seen. He continued to watch, even as he stepped forward to greet
her. The silver-haired figure walked up the gangway with a grace that
looked youthful and had to be mature. That Kharl knew. Women were almost
always the graceful ones, while girls betrayed their age through a myriad
of little traits, including a touch of uneasiness and awkwardness with
their movements.
Greetings, Kharl offered, inclining his head. Are you here about
the cargo?
The druid studied Kharl before finally speaking. You are not from
Reduce.
No. Im from Brysta. Kharl almost stepped back from her, so strong was
the feeling of her presence and a swirling linkage of both the
whitenessexcept it was unlike any whiteness he had sensed before and a
deeper blackness, although that seemed more like what he had felt from
the mage in Nylan.
She paused. Will you be here long?
The ship? The captain decides that. We have to off-load cargo, for you.
Let me summon him. He wanted to know as soon as you arrived.
No not yet. I will be back with those for the cargoes. She turned and
walked back down the gangway.
Kharl frowned, wondering what he had done wrongor if he had. Carpenter?
What did you say to her? Furwyl crossed the deck. I asked if she were
the one we had cargo for, and she didnt say, now that I think about it.
Then, she asked how long we would be here, and I said that it was up to
the captain, but that we would be here until we off-loaded. She said that
she would be back with those for the cargo. At the last words, Furwyl
relaxed. If she said that, shell be back. They never tell lies. He
frowned. I wonder why she came aboard. Havent seen that one before.
She had deep green eyes, Kharl said, not knowing quite why he
did.
You leave them alone, the first mate said, if you value your life and
health. Unless, of course, they ask you. Then, I hear, youre a lucky
fellow.
Kharl understood. Hed felt the power in the woman, a strange sort of
power, an intertwining of golden whiteness with deep blackness.
Ill tell the captain that they know were here.
Yes, ser. Kharl looked down the pier, but the druid had vanished.
At least another glass passed. Kharl was looking forward to being
relieved when noon came. When he scanned the pier, he saw two druids,
both with silver hair, walking down the pier toward the ship, accompanied
by another figure, a man in gray, with light brown hair.
Furwyl was at the gangway almost instantly, followed by the captain.
Kharl stood back, behind them.
The first druid up the gangway was not the one Kharl had met. She was
shorter, with amber eyes, and she turned directly to Hagen. Captain.
Port-mistress I had heard your assistant was here I hope we did not
offend
The druid laughed, the sound warm. If anything I am her assistant.
Dayala is one of the she is of the Great Forest. She told me that your
watchershe glanced to Kharlwas most well-mannered, and she came to
tell me that you bore our cargo. Would you mind if she and her consort
have a few words with him?
Has he?
No, answered the druid Kharl had first met. He is a most honest man.
But he was injured, and we would like to see if we could aid him.
By all means. Hagen bowed his head.
We will talk of cargoes while they talk to your man, suggested the
port-mistress.
The brown-haired man, Kharl realized, was also a druid, with the same
interweaving of order and chaos, and he motioned toward the bow. Kharl
followed the two up the ladder and forward until the three stood beside
the bowsprit.
The man smiled politely. Dayala said that youre from Brysta.
I am. Are you? Kharl asked politely.
No, and it doesnt matter, not really. Im from Wandernaught, but you
reminded her of someone I used to know. The druid shrugged.
Kharl could sense clearly the coiled power in the man, power that made
the white wizard he had killed seem less than a summer mist in
comparison. I dont think weve ever met.
The other laughed. We have not, and I doubt well ever meet again. But
one never knows. If you dont mind, would you answer a few questions?
I suppose so. Kharl was wary.
Justen he still suffers from the injuries to his ribs. We should help
there first, suggested Dayala.
Justen shook his head, then laughed, before speaking. She has the right
of it. She usually does. I trust you wont mind if we repair the rib that
hasnt begun to heal right?
One of his ribs wasnt healing right?
It was broken inside, and theres The man frowned. Lets just say
that if you got hit again there, you might not live through it.
You can do that? Without cutting into me?
It will not hurt, said Dayala. Why would you
Because its better for us, and better for you. Well explain afterward.
Kharl nodded.
Its easier if we touch you. Do you mind?
As long as you dont jab, Kharl said dryly.
Their touch was so light that the carpenter almost did not feel either of
their hands, hers on his wrist, and Justens on the back of his neck.
What he did feel was a golden warm darkness flowing into his chest, then
an easing of a tightness that he had not even realized was there. The two
lifted their hands from Kharl.
Your own order can finish the healing, and that will take time, Dayala
said. Try not to injure yourself for the next eightdays. Kharl frowned.
You can sense order and chaos, can you not? the woman asked. Kharl
looked to her, then to Justen.
It could be that you havent recognized them that way, Justen went on.
Sometimes, when you see a person, is there a whitish fog or mist around
them, one that others dont see? Or a darkness? The white means that
someone is using chaos, the dark that he or she is using order
Like you do? asked Kharl.
Im somewhere between a druid and a gray mage, admitted the druid. You
seem drawn more directly to order. You work with both wood and iron, do
you not?
I was a cooper.
The druid nodded. You must have been very good, and I daresay that the
better you got, the poorer your business became and the more unseen
enemies that you gained.
Something like that. Kharl had the feeling that the other could see
inside his head, and his feelings. What do you want with me?
Dayala and I dont want anything from you or with you. She feels that
you are an ordered soul who could do much good wherever you go. Its
obvious that you dont quite understand what has happened to you. Not
totally, anyway. Its simple enough. You want order and what youd call
truth in your life, and you try to create it. Most people have trouble
with that kind of directness, and because you dont understand your
power, you havent yet figured out how to be direct and ordered with
yourself without unintentionally imposing that order on others.
Kharl was still wary, but he could sense none of the white chaos about
the druid. What chaos the druid had was bounded in strips of golden
black, or perhaps they were wound together. Most times when Ive tried
to do the right thing, in recent years, it has not gone well
It is often that way when one such as you discovers himself, Dayala
said. You must try to learn more about who you are and what you can do
You also need to understand, Justen added, his tone sardonic, that
order, fairness, and justice, all those things you value, generally are
less well regarded than gold, coins, and possessions by most people, and
especially by those in power.
How do you know so much about me? asked Kharl. It is written within
you, answered Dayala. Your spirit holds the honest darkness of order,
and your thoughts the power of chaos. Your back and your ribs bear
witness to the cruelty of others. Your captain is a good man, and he
thinks well of you.
But the sea is not your home, added Justen, although it can help you
find where you belong.
Where might that be?
Justen laughed. Thats up to you. But if you choose to leave where you
were born, you will need to return there before you depart to make a new
home. Otherwise, both will war within you.
Dayala frowned.
Did I say something wrong? Again? asked Justen.
Kharl looked from Justen to Dayala.
In time, she said, when you are sure, return home, and do what you
must do. Do it with care, and with thought, and not with hatred. Hatred
will destroy you.
The two druids looked at each other and nodded, then stepped
away.
Kharl felt so dazed that he just watched for a moment, then started to
follow them.
From the ladder she was descending, Dayala looked at Kharl. We all must
find ourselves by ourselves. Only after that can we find others.
Kharl stopped, then waited a time before descending and walking back to
the quarterdeck.
Furwyl appeared. Are you all right?
Im fine. Surprised, a little dazed. Kharl shook his head. They did
something to my ribs took away most of the pain.
The first smiled, wryly. Lucky man. Most folks they leave alone. Only
heard of them healing a few. All of em lived to a healthy old age. He
paused. Good omen for the rest of the voyage.
It might be, but was it a good omen for Kharl? The idea of having to
return to Brystafor any reasonwasnt exactly appealing. Not at all.
LVI
lhe next trading legfrom Diehl to Southportwas the longest yet between
Candarian ports, taking seven days, partly because of the tacking
required, and because Hagen used the Seastags engine sparingly to avoid
burning any more coal than he had to. It was also busier for Kharl and
Tarkyn, with all the rigging repairs necessitated by the Gallosian
cannon, repairs that they had put off because of the rough seas between
Ruzor and Diehl and had not finished in Diehl.
The Seastag neared the outer edge of Southport harbor in midmorn-ing,
under harbor rigging and with the paddle wheels providing a good portion
of the ships headway in the light quartering breeze. Kharl stood on the
foredeck, enjoying the luxury of not having to be a part of the
winch or deck crew and looking out across the blue waters of the harbor
toward the dwellings scattered on the hillside above the harbor, white
structures set amid the greenery. While the buildings of Southport looked
far more recently constructed than any of the Candarian ports where the
Seastag had so far docked, the port had a very different feelingat least
to Kharl. Was that because he was finally feeling healed?
Kharl couldnt help but frown as Hagen brought the Seastag past the outer
breakwater, a long rampart of white stone stacked together, but not
mortared or joined. Cut stones, he realized, but stones later broken,
then piled to form the breakwater. Or had the breakwater once been a
white stone wall against the Eastern Ocean, a wall broken by timeor
cannon? Or the remnants of something else piled into the offshore waters?
Tarkyn stepped up beside Kharl. Good to be in a warmer port. Not so gray
and chill here. Not too hot, either, not like Swartheld.
Is all of Hamor hot all the time?
Some of its just warm. Mostly, its hot. Tarkyn snorted. Atlas the
worst. Like standing between a pair of coal stoves. Happy were not going
there this voyage.
Kharl saw four long piers, two without ships tied at them. He didnt see
a pilot boat, but the Seastag continued toward an empty pier. How does
he know which pier? Or does it matter?
In Southport? It matters. The Marshals Armsll make you move your
vessel if youre three rods off center in your berth. Tarkyn pointed.
See the white banner with the green square? And the flag with the number
one? Tells the captain hes got the first berth on that pier.
The paddle wheels slowed as the Seastag neared the designated pier, where
two line-handlers waited.
Forward line! ordered Bemyr. Aft line.
Once the lines were secured to the white bollards, the paddle wheels
thwupped to a halt, and the deck crew walked the Seastag in toward the
pier.
Double up! Make it lively! ordered Bemyr.
The Seastag was soon snug against the fenders that cushioned her planks
from the pier, a long solid structure entirely of white stone, all of the
same shade, but with stones of differing lengths and thicknesses. Kharl
could also sense something odd about the way the pier felt, as though it
were ancient. He looked to Tarkyn, standing beside him. What do you know
about Southport?
Its just another port.
Kharl looked at the sections of white stone that comprised the pier. He
could sense that deep within the stone there was chaos overlaid and
linked with order. I dont think so.
You dont think so?
Your seconds right, Tarkyn, said Ghart from behind the two carpenters.
Some say its the oldest port in Candar. That pier there, the Marshal of
Southwind had it built some two centuries back, all out of stone dredged
from the harbor bottom. Came up without moss, just like itd been
fresh-quarried. See how sharp the lines are. No one knew how long it had
been there, either.
Another of your stories. Tarkyn snorted.
Ask the captain, if you dont believe me. Or one of the Marshals
Arms, if you dare.
Tarkyn just grunted, not looking at the second mate. Kharl repressed
a smile.
Ill be giving the in-port deck watch schedule, carpenters, Ghart
added. Tarkyn, youll be having the afternoon watches, and Kharl, youll
be having the evening watches for the first two days. Then you two will
switch. We dont have that much to off-load here, but well be staying a
few days to give the crew a break. Thats what the captain
promised.
Can I go ashore for a bit after were secured? Kharl asked. Dont see
why not, so long as youre back by the fifth glass past
noon.
Thank you. Kharl nodded and slipped down to the carpenter shop, where
he reclaimed his staff. Then he made his way back to the main deck,
carrying the black staff. He had decided to take it, whether or not it
falsely marked him as a blackstaffer. Hed seen enough to realize that
Candar was a dangerous place, at least as deadly to the unprepared as He
struggled for a comparison as Brysta had been for
him?
Ghart looked at Kharland the staff. Remember. Back by the fifth
glass.
Ill be here, Kharl promised.
Ghart just nodded.
Kharl walked down the gangway and along the white stone surface of the
pier toward the harbor buildings and the city beyond. The stone
blocks of the pier had clearly come from different structures, but from
what he could see, there were no markings, no letters, and no
inscriptions on the stone. Who would have gone to the trouble of cutting
so much stone without so much as a single letter or carving? And why, if
Ghart had been telling the truth, would the stone have been dumped into
the bottom of the harbor?
At the foot of the pier stood two women, each wearing an armless blue
tunic over a long-sleeved white undertunic. In one hand, each held a long
truncheon. Each also wore two scabbards suspended from their leather
belts, holding paired shortswords, one on each side, the kind reputed to
have been used by the women of Westwind and the Legend.
The taller woman looked at the staff. You intending to stay here?
Kharl had to concentrate. The way the woman spoke was different. After a
moment, he shook his head. Im the carpenter second on the Seastag.
Why the staff?
I was given it in Nylan and told to discover who I was. So I signed on
as crew. After a while, the captain decided my experience as a cooper
fitted me to help the carpenter.
The patrolleror Marshals Arm, if that was what she happened to
benodded. Most wont trouble you. She paused. You looking for
anything?
Just some time on land, maybe something to eat. Have to be back before
long.
Enjoy yourself. Best taverns are beyond Third Circle.
Thank you. Kharl nodded politely and continued past the two and toward
a squarish structure set on the other side of the stone-paved avenue
fronting all the piers. Behind him, he could sense the two patrollers
talking, but not what they said.
He walked past the square white stone building with the lettered sign on
one side. The first line, he could read. It said: Port-Mistress. The
lines below were in different languages. One, from the swirls of the
letters, he thought was the old tongue, and he suspected the third line
was in Hamorian. The fourththat one he couldnt even have guessed.
There was actually a signpost on the avenue, proclaiming it as First
Circle. That probably meant that all the roads around the harbor were
circles. Kharl decided to follow First Circle for at least a few blocks,
heading more toward what looked to be the center of Southport.
After he walked past the warehouses west of the port-mistresss building,
Kharl passed a large chandlery, then a cooperage. Both were wooden-framed
buildings, painted shades of blue. He continued on, walking past a cotton
factors. Looking down the avenue, he just saw more shops and warehouses,
some of white stone, others of plank and timber, but all in some
combination of white and blue.
A number of wagons, most drawn by two horses, passed him, some heading in
his direction, others passed him in the direction of the pier holding the
Seastag. Some of the teamsters were men, but an equal number were women.
The next cross street headed to his right, up a gradual slope, and bore
the name Hill Road. Kharl turned onto it, immediately passing a small
spice shop and another shop that displayed vials of oils; aromatic oils,
he surmised from the scents that wafted into the street.
At the next corner, opposite a cafe of some sort, he stopped and studied
the area, taking in a cabinetmakers establishment across from the cafe,
and a potters beyond that. Most of the shops and dwellings had front
porches with long, overhanging eaves, and rain barrels set at the corners
to catch runoff from the tiled roofs.
Looking beyond the intersection, Kharl could see, farther uphill, where
Hill Road continued and turned to the northeast, rising evenly toward a
gap in the forested hillside above the regularly spaced dwellings on the
lower hillside. He looked at the hillside higher still, noting that
despite the covering of trees there was a pattern, almost as if the
entire hillside had once been smoothed, then regular sets of rounded
mounds, all of differing sizes, had been placed there, with the trees
being added later. There was something He nodded to himself. Buildings,
or dwellings, had once been spaced there, on each side of long and
regular streets, and they had covered the entire hillside, and they had
fallen into ruins and been covered by time and vegetation. That also
suggested that few, if any, people had lived in the area, because the
ruined dwellings had not been extensively quarried for building stones.
The cooper walked on uphill for more than a kay before the houses began
to thin out, each having more ground, including small orchards with trees
in orderly rows and stone-walled meadows. The wall stones were neatly cut
and mortared, but even from the side of the road where he walked, Kharl
sensed that they were old.
A young woman walked downhill toward the center of Southport, pushing a
handcart and accompanied by a girl who barely came to her
waist. As the two neared him, Kharl saw, in the railed space on the top
of the handcart, several baskets covered with cloths.
Her eyes strayed from Kharl to the staff, and a faint smile crossed her
lips as she spoke.
Kharl didnt understand a syllable of the clipped words, although he
thought she was asking him to buy something. At that point, he noted the
single shortsword at her belt.
She spoke again, haltingly, in what was not her native tongue. The buns
the best.
Kharl was hungry. That he had to admit. How much?
She looked puzzled.
Kharl fished two coppers out of his wallet and held up one.
She shook her head.
He held up two.
She nodded and lifted the cloth off the top of a basket set in a rack on
the cart. Then she pointed to the raisin buns and held up one finger.
Kharl handed over the two coppers and waited to see her reaction. She
studied the coins, then nodded.
Kharl took the largest bun, easily the size of a small loaf. Thank you.
She smiled a last time before continuing onward.
Kharl found that it took him little time to eat the entire bun. As he
finished, he licked his fingers and wished he had an ale, but all he had
seen on the road nearby were dwellings.
Several thoughts crossed his mind. First, he wondered about the woman
with her daughter. The patrollers in Southport had spoken a version of
Brystan, or perhaps Brystan was a version of what the patrollers spoke
but the woman had not. Was another language spoken in Southport? Or did
the patrollers at the port know two tongues? He hadnt thought about it,
but he certainly should have.
The second thought was more troubling. Why was he climbing up the road?
Hed started out just to look around, but he had found himself almost
compelled to continue uphill. Why? He studied the road and the dwellings,
their neatly tended gardens and orchards that had already fruited and
been picked, with the trees leaves graying for winter.
There was a pull of some sort. Not exactly like the white mist or the
blackness of Nylan, but similar, and it seemed to be coming from
somewhere slightly uphill and to the east. After a moment, Kharl shook his
head and resumed walking. After another hundred cubits, he found his feet
turning right onto a lane that wound away from the main road. The lane
turned more to the east and, after several hundred rods, passed through
two stone posts, half-buried in berry bushes and set nearly fifty cubits
apart.
Ahead was a much larger moundone that was a least three hundred cubits
in length and fifty high. It had no trees upon it, just low bushes and
tall grasses. Kharl stopped well short of where the foot-trod path came
to a gradual end in browning grass and blotted his forehead. All the
walking had left him warmer than he had anticipated.
There was a sense of sadness, of ancient sorrow, emanating from the
mound, and the feeling of attraction had subsided. Kh^rl kept looking,
but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He could only sense a diffuse and
ancient chaos emanating from the mound, and that chaos was subtly but
clearly different from that which he had experienced with the white
wizard.
Well have you figured it out yet?
Kharl turned to see a thin white-haired woman, wearing a faded gray tunic
trimmed with scarlet, a garment that appeared almost military, yet one
that was tailored to her. A miasma of blackness surrounded her, as it had
the mage in Nylan.
I beg your pardon? he said politely.
What drew you here, of course. She pointed to his staff. Thats the
black staff of a beginning mage. Most never make it beyond that. With
your age, youre probably one of them.
Im not a mage. Im just a ships carpenter taking a walk, he replied.
What are you doing here?
Getting late berries from back there, and, when I feel like it, waiting
for folk like you. They all come here, sooner or later. Her laugh was
knowing, but full and almost soft, not the sort of cackle Kharl would
have expected from a gaunt white-haired woman with eyes that had seen too
much. Its the power in the mound. What would you do with it, if you
could?
Kharl thought about denying what hed sensed, then shrugged. Nothing. I
wouldnt know where to start. Anyway, its the wrong kind of power for
me. Could be that anyjdnd is.
Power will come to you, she replied. Best you think about how you will
use it, or it will end up using you. She turned.
Is that all you have to say? Kharl asked.
The woman stopped and half turned. What else would you have me say?
I dont know You have a certain power yourself
She laughed once more. Nothing at all, a trifle. When you see true black
power, you will understand that. At least, I would hope so. Good day,
carpenter. She turned and walked through the grass and northward into
the bushes and then disappeared.
Kharl just looked for a time, then shook his head. He studied the mound
once more, but could find nothing beyond the ancient sadness and strange
buried combination of order and chaos. He finally walked back to Hill
Road and downhill toward the harbor. When he reached Third Circle,
remembering what the harbor patroller had said, he turned southwest,
searching for a cafe or tavern that looked both inviting and not terribly
costly.
In the first block he walked along after turning off Hill Road, he passed
a goldsmiths, then a coppersmiths and a jewelers, while on the south
side of the street, he could make out a shop window filled with fine
cabinetry of all types, and another displaying a gray cloak trimmed in a
gold brocade. A tall gray-haired woman in shimmering black trousers, a
white shirt, a gray jacketand the paired shortswords at her beltnodded
as she passed him. An older man, also well dressed, but in a rich dark
gray tunic and jacket and without weapons, smiled politely.
Kharl had the definite feeling that, while there might be taverns on
Third Circle, his wallet would be far lighter if he stopped in any of
them. He decided to walk another block or so before heading down closer
to the harbor.
Carpenter! Ser!
Kharl turned at the call, because he couldnt imagine anyone calling him
that unless it was someone from the Seastag. He saw a sailor standing
beside a patroller outside a shop across the street. In the doorway was a
tradesman in a leather vest, gesturing animatedly to the patroller.
Kharl crossed the street and stopped several cubits short of the trio,
now standing in front of a narrow window displaying various items crafted
from silver. It took a moment for him to recall the sailors name. Yes,
Flasyn?
Ser they think I took something but I didnt.
Wexalt says that your sailor made off with an object from his counter.
The patroller was an older but muscular woman in the same armless blue
tunic as those worn by the harbor patrollers. She held a similar
truncheon, with the shortswords at her belt, and inclined her head to the
tradesman.
Kharl disliked the tradesman on sight, although his face was open and
guileless, and he offered an apologetic smile. Cant afford to lose
things these days.
The words were false, genuine as they sounded, and Kharl tried not to
show his dislike and skepticism.
Ser I didnt take nothing I didnt.
Kharl looked at the patroller, then at the merchant, who carried the
faintest hint of the unseen white chaos. What is he supposed to have
taken?
He lifted a silver rose. He must have dropped it when he knew hed been
seen.
Kharl looked at Flasyn. Why were you in the silversmiths shop?
Ser my Berye she well I was lookin for something special for her,
but he told me to leave, and seem as I wasnt welcome, I left
straightaway
The mans words felt true, and Kharl turned to the merchant. Do you do
the silver work?
What sort of
I just wondered. You dont seem like a silversmith.
My brother handles that. I take care of the accounts. Kharl nodded,
looking more directly at the man. Did you see Flasyn take this rose?
It was missing. No one else was in the shop recently. Kharl forced a
smile. That could well be, but that does not mean Flasyn took it, or
that anyone did. Thats why I asked if you had seen him take it. The
carpenter fingered his beard. Can you honestly say you saw this rose in
the shop just before Flasyn came in?
Hes the thief! You should be questioning him. Kharl turned to Flasyn.
Did you touch anything in his shop?
No, ser. Couldnt have. Only things that are out are big stuff, trays.
The patroller looked at Kharl and the dark staff, then at the merchant,
then back at Kharl. Is that staff yours?
It is, ser.
Where did you get it, if I might ask?
It was given to me in Nylan by the Brethren who
Thought so. The patroller looked to the merchant. Do you really want
to make that complaint, Wexalt?
The merchant licked his lips nervously. I could have been mistaken, I
suppose. It is missing, but I didnt see him take it
I thought it might be something like that The patroller smiled at
Kharl. Better take your man back to your ship, ser.
Well be heading back. Kharl fixed his eyes on Flasyn. Now.
Ah yes, ser.
As he turned toward the harbor and the outer pier that held the Seastag,
Kharl did hear the patrollers words.
 better be more careful, Wexalt real staff no one can even hold one
of those unless its theirs anyone who holds one doesnt lie youd look
like a fool and if anything happens to one of those blackstaffers
doesnt often usually anyone who tries ends up dead not too patient
with games that hurt folk
Kharl had hoped to have a bite to eat, but he was going to have to forgo
that. He also had more to think about, especially about the comments of
the woman on the hillside.
LVII
In the growing darkness of the late-fall evening, Kharl stood on the
quarterdeck by the gangway, looking blankly down at the white stones of
the pier, then up to the west, above the hills beyond Southport. There,
the sky was fading from a deep purple to a violet blackness, and the
stars were so clear that they seemed not to twinkle at all. The air was
still comfortably warm, and only a hint of a breeze blew in from off the
Eastern Ocean to the south.
Any of the crew back yet, carpenter?
Kharl turned to face Furwyl. Not yet, ser. Except for Flasyn, and he
wasnt about to mention that to the first.
Most of them wont be back until after Bemyr relieves you. They missed
shore leave in Ruzor. Be harder for some of them here.
Since Furwyl seemed in a talking mood, Kharl asked, Why would
that be?
Southports another place where the Legend is strong. Marshal of
Southwind is a woman. Women run things. You saw those twin short-swords
the Arms carry?
Theyre Westwind-type blades, arent they?
That they are, and they can throw them as well as use one in each hand.
Most women here are armed, and they wont hesitate to use them. Theyll
also use them on any man who seems to be getting the better of a woman.
That said some of them like sailors a lot, but they want to do the
choosing. Some of the crew have a hard time with that.
What happens?
The captain has to pay their way out of the wayfarers gaol. Furwyl
laughed. Usually means they end up owing a good chunk of their crew
share to the captain. They remember that. Its about the only thing that
some of them recall. Let me know if theres any trouble. Ill be in my
cabin.
While the firsts cabin was little more than a pantry-sized oblong with
two bunks, he didnt usually have to share it with anyone, Kharl
reflected. Yes, ser.
The deck was empty, and dim, the only lights being the stem and stern
night lanterns, and the larger lantern that shed faint illumination on
the quarterdeck and the top of the gangway.
It had been a strange day, as many had been in the past two seasons.
Something had happened to him. Everyone looked at him differently. But
was that just because of the staff? Or had they always and he just hadnt
seen it? Or had it happened sometime in the last eightdays? He fingered
his beard.
It couldnt be just the staff. Hed been having problems with some people
before that. Hed angered Egen by keeping him from Sanyle. Why had he
done that? Not because anyone had told him, but because he had felt that
what Egen had been doing was wrong. Why had he felt that? Because he had
felt it. There wasnt a better answer.
He nodded slowly.
That suggested to him that doing the right thing was attuned to order, to
the blackness he had seen in Nylan, in the druids, and in the
t_
strange woman on the hillside. He had always sensed it, but never thought
much about it. He had just accepted those feelings, but others had not.
Charee had been more concerned with how what he did affected the family.
While Charee would never have harmed anyone, she also would not have gone
out of her way to help someone if it might cause trouble for her or her
children. Kharl had done what he felt was right, without thinking, and
the result had been disastrous.
He frowned again. He didnt want to be like Chareehe couldnt be that
way. Yet doing as he had been doing was going to get him in trouble
again, before long. What could he do differently?
He laughed softly to himself. The answer was what the woman on the hill
had saidto think about how to use his enhanced senses. Not to act
thoughtlessly from his feelings but to learn to think about how to act in
response to others actions. In a way, he had done that with Flasyn,
without truly understanding why. Hed only known that saying that the
merchant was the thief would have only made matters worse.
Kharl looked out to the white oblong that was the pier. Despite the lack
of light, it seemed clear enough to him. His night sight had always been
good, but lately, or since leaving Brysta, it had seemed even better. But
was it his eyes?
Musing on that thought, he closed his eyes and tried to sense the pier
and the gangway. Even without looking, they seemed clear to him. Was that
just his imagination?
He concentrated on the nearest part of the Seastags railing, then
reached out and tried to place his hand just above the varnished surface.
He opened his eyes.
Even in the dimness he could tell that his fingers were but a span above
the wood, and for the first time, he knowingly perceived the difference
between what he was sensing and what he was seeing. He shivered as he
stood there on the quarterdeck in the darkness, a darkness that was far
less than that to him.
What next? He had a little more power than he once had had. He frowned.
No he had known that the staff had given him some power, or he had
thought it had been the staff, but from what the mage in Nylan had said,
the two druids in Diehl, and the woman on the hill, and what he had just
discovered he had always had the ability. He just had not known it. His
life had been like thatalways learning late what he should have known
earlier.
That would have to change. How he wasnt quite sure, but whether it
meant reading more of The Basis of Order and trying to find things in the
book that he could door tryhe had to so something more than travel and
watch and react.
He had to.
LVIII
Three days later, the Seastag steamed out of Southport and headed
westward. Kharl found himself glad to be at sea, because hed spent much
of the in-port time working with a shipwright)to replace the metal
rigging fittings that the Gallosian cannon had damaged or blown away.
Hed decided against any more expensive meals, and read several more
chapters of The Basis of Order. After three and a half days at sea, when
Seastag tied up at a rickety wooden pier in Dellash, Kharl was still
trying to figure out how he could put some of what he read into actual
practice.
No one had told Kharl much about Dellash, so that hed finally had to ask
Ghart, who had told him that Dellash was the port on the isle of Esalian.
That Kharl had known, but not that it had been held by Lord Fentrel
until, less than ten years before, the Duke of Delapra had enlisted a
renegade wizard to bring down the hold around Fentrel, then taken the
isle.
The Seastag was the only ocean trader in the port that afternoon, and
Kharl had taken The Basis of Order up on deck to read, since he would be
taking the evening in-port deck watch once more. He had settled himself
on the foredeck, with his back against the railing, out of the brisk
northerly wind, and was debating where to begin, when he heard voices.
 run a tight ship, Hagen
 dont keep a ship unless you do, honored Synadar. Would you like to go
below to discuss matters?
 nothing to discuss we cant say out here. You have the brimstone?
That we doall hundred and fifty stone. It was a rather costly
cargo.
Kharl frowned. The customs enumerator at Ruzor had claimed the brimstone
was two hundred stone. Or was the other fifty stone for another buyer?
That had to be the answer, but Kharl wondered who the other buyer might
be.
How so?
The Prefect of Gallos wished to purchase it. We had to leave Ruzor
rather quickly.
And you sold him none?
No, replied Hagen. I did not know for whom you acted. Were it him, I
saved you coins. Were it someone at odds with him that would have been
even less wise.
Some captains would not have shown such restraint
Some captains might call it stupidity to overlook a quick and high
profit, replied Hagen. Those are the ones who will die coinless or with
a knife in the back.
Stupidity? You have such contempt for extra coins?
I like coin as much as the next man, Hagen said. But you dont enjoy
them by betraying committed buyers. Not for long.
Such noble words, such honesty Synadars laugh was mocking. So
ethical
Hagen laughed. You have your cargo of brimstone. Would you have it were
it not so?
No but you would not have ported here.
Nor would I have ever been able to, and what would that have cost me,
year after year?
So much for your vaunted honesty, Hagen
Are you ready to have it off-loaded?
Such haste.
Haste indeed, Hagen agreed. Haste to obtain your coins. You surely
understand that?
I have them in the strongbox. Come you can inspect them and begin
off-loading.
Kharl did not budge as the two men moved away.
He had felt Hagens honesty, and the chaotic dishonor of the trader.
Hagen had acted fairly and honorably, but under the guise of
self-interest, and the trader had accepted self-interest even while he
had scorned the ideas of fairness. Was that deception on Hagens part?
Did the book have any passages on deception and honesty? Kharl
began to leaf through the pages until he found a section that looked like
it might address his questions.
The greatest danger in practicing deception is not the reaction of
others, whether it be anger or cupidity. A greater danger is the
cultivation of contempt for that which is. Deception is a practice of
contempt, contempt for those whom one would deceive, and contempt for the
world as it is. Just as understanding what is must be the first step
toward using order, contempt for a true vision is the first step toward
being the tool of power rather than its enlightened user
Kharl nodded. That made sense, but it didnt offer him anything to
do
He kept reading. In time, he came to another section.
 often those inexperienced in using order will force raw order upon an
object, thinking that such an effort will strengthen the object. Such an
effort will indeed strengthen the object, even as it weakens the one who
attempts this, but only so long as the would-be mage lavishes his
strength. When his strength is spent, the object will become once more as
it was. Far better is to study the object, and to learn how it is tied
together with order and chaos, and to gently change those bonds in
keeping with what the object is, for if weak bonds are properly replaced
by strong bonds within the object itself, those bonds will remain
strengthened, just as black iron remains stronger than iron forged
without ordering
Kharl sat up. He had black iron on his staff, and there were iron
brackets in the carpenter shop. Could he compare the two somehow? He
closed the book and stood, uncoiling in the brisk afternoon wind and
stretching, before heading below.
The shop was empty, and Kharl eased his staff out of the overhead bin
where he had replaced it and set it on the narrow bench against the
bulkhead. Then he took out an iron bracket and set it on the bench,
directly beside the banded section at one end of the staff.
He looked at the two metals. The black iron was darker, indeed
blackish to the sight, while the iron of the bracket was a duller gray.
He couldnt compare their weights, and he already knew that the black
iron was harder. So he closed his eyes and tried to sense the difference
between the two. Almost instantly, he could feel the aura of darkness
tied to the black iron.
He opened his eyes, and he still saw the difference. Was that because he
was learning how to use some sort of order-sensing? He tried to sense the
linkages or ordering within the black iron. At first, nothing happened.
All he could feel was the order-darkness. But he knew there was more
there. He tried to see if he could sense a difference in the grain of the
metal. That made a difference, because the iron bracket somehow felt
rough, almost jagged, in comparison to the black iron bands on the staff.
Could he make plain iron into black iron? Somehow, the bracket looked
large and heavy, even though it was only slightly larger than his hand
and but a fraction of a thumbspan in thickness. Kharl bent down and
looked in the bins below the bench, where he found an iron nail. He
straightened and set it on the bench beside the staff.
Then he concentrated on sensing just how the black iron felt, how the
grain of the metal almost locked together. Could he somehow smooth the
roughness of the nail into a pattern like that of the staff bands? He
tried just imagining, visualizing that change. Nothing happened.
Could he use his order-sense more like a forge hammer, in a regular
rhythm, striking, shaping?
How long he concentrated on that Kharl was not sure, except that a good
quarter glass had passed, and the nail was darkernot quite with the
smooth orderedness of the staffs black iron, but far more ordered and
solid.
As he looked at the nail, he felt light-headed and had to reach out and
steady himself with a hand on the bench. He looked down at the iron nail
once more, which was no longer gray iron, but a form of black iron.
I did it he murmured.
But he felt so weakand all for a little nail.
He sat down on Tarkyns stool and took out the book. Doggedly, he began
to skim through pages.
Black iron should only be created while being forged attempting to
change less-ordered cold iron into black iron is possible only with great
effort, enough to exhaust even the strongest of mages
Kharl didnt know whether to shake his head or laugh. Once more, he had
almost gotten himself into danger because he hadnt been patient enough.
He took a deep breath, then reached out and slipped the black iron nail
into his wallet. Sometime, he might find a use for it, but if not, it
might be a good reminder that he needed to try to learn more before he
acted.
Then, that had always been his problemexcept where he had not acted at
all.
LIX
Once through the Straits of Esalia and past Summerdock, where the Seastag
did not port, Hagen brought the ship onto a course to the northwest for
most of the day. In late afternoon, as Kharl took a break from working on
a replacement for a top gaff that had splintered, and stood near the bow,
he checked the position of the sun. Then he glanced to starboard, where
he could just make out the thin line of darkness that was land. From what
he could tell, the ship was headed back eastward. A glass or so earlier,
Kharl had felt that the ship had begun to pitch more than earlier in the
day, and ahead, the swells were deeper.
He glanced up. Rhylla was standing just forward of the paddle wheels.
Kharl walked toward the third mate.
Ser?
Carpenter. How are you coming with that gaff?
Be done later this afternoon. Kharl gestured toward the distant shore.
Thought we were headed to Hamor.
We are. The captain heard that the Suntasan went aground night before
last, broke her back on the reefs of Cape Feer. So were headed to
Biehl first. He didnt tell anyone, not even the officers, until we were
clear of Dellash.
Kharl cocked his head. Are we trying to get to pick up a cargo that the
Suntasan would have taken?
Its cargofine china. Captain thinks we can take their cartage. No one
else knows yet. Rhylla paused. Some skippers know that the Suntasan
went aground, and there might be some that know Captain Ceagir was the
regular shipper for the china folk, but the ones who know that dont seem
to be in this part of the Eastern Ocean. Captain thought it was worth a
try.
Chinas worth that much?
This is very special china, for the emperors household. There are
almost always special shipments in late fall, and they have to get to
Swartheld before the turn of the year. Thats what the captain said. We
might even get a bonus if it works out.
There any pirates around here? Kharls tone was dry, not quite ironic.
Id heard of Delapran pirates.
Most of them were killed or hanged. Rhylla laughed. The rest not in
these waters, this time of year. Pirates would be east of Biehl, looking
for better pickings. Besides, there wouldnt be many buyers for stolen
china marked for the Emperor of Hamor. Pirates like goods that cant be
traced. Most thieves do.
Kharl nodded. That was true of other malefactors, even lordly ones. Egen
certainly tried to keep his deeds hidden. Better get below and back to
work.
LX
T C
In the late afternoon of threeday, Kharl stood just aft of the bowsprit,
looking out at the town of Biehl, wondering if he should go ashore and
try to find a decent place to eat. After a time, anything tasted better
than ship fare, although not too many eightdays earlier, he would not
have felt that way. He smiled at that thought.
Age hung over Biehl, so much so that the carpenter wondered if it
had ever been new. The stone edges of the single pier were rounded, as if
every sharp corner had been worn away by time and water. Seaward from the
pier was another set of gray columns and dark stones barely covered by
harbor waters, the remnants of another pier. The one pier that held the
Seastag jutted out into the River Behla, a narrow river that, from the
marshy grass that choked both shores farther inland, had once been far
larger.
Across the stone causeway that doubled as harbor wall and access road to
the pier was a short row of structurestheir lower levels plastered and
painted a pale blue. Both plaster and paint were worn away in places,
exposing the old yellow brick beneath. The upper levels of those
buildings were of weathered planks buried beneath layers of paint.
A much-painted but faded sign bearing the crossed candles of a chandlery
was set above the sagging porch of the building just across from the foot
of the pier where the Seastr.g was tied. To the left of the chandlery was
a cooperage, its frontage less than half that of what Kharls had been in
Brysta. A third building bore no sign at all.
Kharl turned, trying to make out the ruins that Furwyl claimed lay on the
eastern side of the river, but he could see little above the marsh grass
except irregular patches of trees. The mixed odors of dead fish, mud, and
salt water swirled around Kharl in the late-afternoon breeze that gusted
off the blue-black water north beyond the harbor. Whitecaps topped the
choppy harbor waves.
To the northwest of the pier, well beyond the harbor and the dwellings,
was a small bluff less than twenty cubits higher than the water of the
harbor. At the top of the bluff was a long pile of stones, from which
grew bushes and occasional trees. Kharl thought that the stones might
have once been a fort guarding the harbor, but it was clear that it had
been generations since the fort had been usedif indeed it had been a
fort at all.
Feels like its dying, doesnt it? asked Ghart, from behind Kharl.
The town? It does, Kharl replied. Did we get that china?
Captain says we got the china consignment, and that weve even got space
for some clay.
Clay?
Biehl clay is the best in Candar, maybe anywhere in the world. Has been
so long as anyone can remember. We can stow it just above the bilges,
replace some of the ballast, and sell it in Hamor.
Be loading tomorrow, setting out early the next morning.
Somehow hadnt thought you could make coins on clay. Kharl laughed.
You can make coins on just about anything, if you buy it cheap enough,
Ghart pointed out. Captains always telling us that it matters more what
price you buy at than what price you sell. You buy low enough, and you
can sell anywhere at a profit. Even in Swartheld, with all the world
trying to undercut you.
Thats if the qualitys good, Kharl said.
Ghart grinned. He says that, too.
Someone cleared his throat, and Kharl turned.
Im headed ashore, Tarkyn said to Kharl. Need some ale, and anything
besides ship fare. Want to join me?
Id like that. Kharl had no in-port deck watch until midday the next
day, and he liked the thought of eating with Tarkyn, rather than alone.
They take our coins here?
Folks here will take any lands coins, with pleasure. Tarkyn gestured.
Coming?
If my coins good, Im with you.
Have a good time, carpenters, Ghart called, as the two headed down the
gangway.
Tarkyn snorted. Never have a good time, not one that doesnt cost more
than youd want to pay, or more than that, but theres always a chance
for good fare.
Or better than ship fare, Kharl pointed out.
Not hard to do better n that.
Kharl followed Tarkyns lead as the older man turned left on the
causeway, and the two walked south toward the main part of the ancient
town.
Havent been in Biehl in years. Tarkyn glanced at the chandlery. Looks
about the same, shabbier maybe. But itd be hard to get much shabbier.
Theres a better tavern down here, past the old square and across the
way. Used to be, anyway.
Kharl followed the older carpenter down two long blocks, past warehouses,
some boarded shut and others with doors that sagged on their hinges.
Nothing they passed could have been built in Kharls lifetime, and he
wondered if some of them had even seen paint or stain in that time.
Three blocks away from the harbor, the two men reached a square of sorts,
an area once paved with smooth granite, but close to half of the paving
stones had been replaced with bricks or cobblestones or, in some places,
with clay. In the center was an obelisk, and unlike the stones of the
town, it was sharp-edged, a crisp stone monument at odds with the decay
that surrounded it.
Kharl could sense that the stone had been reinforced with order, order
forced into and through the very essence of the granite, an ancient
order. Whats that? Do you know?
Locals told me its as old as Biehl, maybe older, to some ancient
emperor of Cyador. Maybe he came from here. Lots of old and strange
things in Candar, especially in the west. Tarkyn shrugged. We go down
that street there.
The street to which Tarkyn pointed looked to hold structures merely old,
as opposed to ancient, and most had been maintained. The Crown was a
narrow building, less than twenty cubits wide, sandwiched between a
felters and an unmarked structure that might have been a boardinghouse,
or something less reputable.
A rotund woman in blue met them just inside the door. The two of you?
It took Kharl a moment to understand her words.
Tarkyn had no such difficulty and replied immediately. Two, for supper.
Despite the narrowness of the placeand Kharl wasnt sure what to call
it, because it was neither cafe nor tavernit was deep enough to hold a
good ten tables in the public room. Most of the tables were taken, and
the woman seated them at a smaller table along the wall.
Hope its as good as last time, said Tarkyn.
When was last time?
Maybe ten eleven years back. The older carpenter smiled. Things dont
change so much here.
A younger woman appeared. She looked to the older carpenter.
A good dark ale, Tarkyn said.
Lager. Pale ale if you dont have it, added Kharl.
The woman nodded, then said, Tonight we have poached sea trout, fresh
caught, with pasneti noodles. We also have boar steak with fried apples
and baked golden yams. We also have net noodles with the fish stew, and
chops with fried potatoes. Everything is five coppers.
The chops, not overdone, replied Tarkyn.
The boar steak, Kharl added, glad he had brought a silver or two with
his coppers.
Thank you. With a smile, the woman stepped away from them and turned
toward the rear of the public room, presumably toward a kitchen.
Good food costs more. Tarkyn stretched and took a deep breath. True
anywhere you go.
You must know the good places to eat in every port.
Some dont have any. Tarkyn glanced up.
The server returned with two tall crystal mugs, setting the dark one
before the older man, and the lighter brew before Kharl. Three coppers,
each, sers.
Kharl extended four. He thought Tarkyn did as well. She smiled and
slipped away.
In the momentary silence, Kharl caught some words from the nearest table.
 havent seen them before
 sailors from that ship just ported
 not sailors must be officers, mates
Kharl found it strange to be considered an officer, even a subofficer.
You got a feel for wood, dont you? Tarkyn took a long pull of the dark
ale. Ah tastes good. Nothing better n good dark ale.
Kharl thought the dark brews chewy, much preferring pale ale or lager.
Guess Ive always had a feel for woods. Liked to work with white or
black oak best. Red oak just didnt feel the same.
What about spruce pine?
Depends on the tree.
Doesnt everything? Tarkyn laughed. No trees the same as another, no
animal, no person, no ship
Is that why youve stayed on the Seastag7
Couldnt find a better captain, not anywhere. Be a good lord, too, were
he minded. Top carpenter, thats as good as Ill do. So the ship matters
most. Tarkyn paused as the server slid a large light blue platter in
front of him. Another one went before Kharl.
Kharl set out a silver, as did the older man.
In a moment, there were two stacks of five coppers, one before each man,
although the coppers were of differing sizes and thicknesses.
After just a few bites, Kharl decided that the boar steak was one of the
better meals hed had, perhaps the best since the one hed had in Lydiar,
and the fried apples were perfect, just between crisp and chewy, without
being heavy.
Youre enjoying the grub?
Very much.
Thought you would. You should have been a ships carpenter from the
first. Might even have made it out of the focsle early on.
Have you always been a ships carpenter?
Me? No. Started out as a cabinetmakers apprentice in Kaerloch little
place not too far from Bruel. Didnt like all the detailing, the
fussi-ness. Finally ran away after a couple of years. Worked as a sawboy
in a mill. Didnt care much for that, either Tarkyn took another pull
of the dark ale.
Kharl was content to eat and listen.
LXI
he voyage from Biehl to Hamor was longtwo and a half eightdays. Kharl
kept busy at whatever tasks were set before him. Some of that was
internal work on bulkheads and decks, anywhere that water had managed to
damage wood. He even repaired one of the cover panels on the port paddle
wheel. When he was not working, sleeping, or eating, he was reading
orfar less oftentrying to exercise his still-limited order-skills. By
the time the western coast of Hamor was in sight as a low dark line off
the starboard bow, Kharl had read through every page of The Basis of
Order. He could not say that he understood everything he had read.
He hadnt attempted to turn any more cold iron into black iron. He had
tried using the ideas in the book to speed the healing of several minor
cuts and scrapes he had received, and they did seem to heal more quickly,
but whether that was because of his efforts, he still wasnt certain. The
only thing that had been certain is that the healing had not been
instantaneousand the book had said that it wasnt supposed to be.
Within the last few days of the voyage, the air had grown warmer and
damper, and the heavy long-sleeved gray carpenters shirt had gotten
uncomfortably warm. That had forced Kharl to purchase a short-sleeved
gray shirt from the ships slop chest at more than hed wished to spend,
but the shirt was well-made and far more comfortable than the heavier
winter shirt.
As the Seastag continued southeast, the coastline of Hamor resolved
itself into a line of whitish cliffs that rose to the south over calm and
light blue waters. A good three kays seaward from those waters was a line
of foaming water where waves broke over a reef.
Kharl stood at the bow on the starboard side. East of the Seastag but
farther out to sea, a dark-hulled vessel without rigging steamed
westward. As it drew nearer, Kharl could see the white metallic finish of
gun turrets, two long guns to a turret, two turrets forward, and one aft.
Thats a Hamorian light cruiser, offered Hagen from behind Kharl.
Newer class. Three turrets. Older ones just have two, one fore and one
aft.
Kharl could sense worry behind the captains words. Do they attack
merchanters?
Not that I know of. But the emperors been building up his fleet all
with bigger guns.
Never saw a ship like that. Lord West has two ships with single turrets
fore and aft. Lord West might have had more, for all Kharl knew, but
hed seen two.
No one else has ships with that kind of power, except Reduce, and no one
knows exactly what the black mages have. Hagen snorted. No one else has
the ability to mine and forge that much metal. They say the ironworks at
Luba produce half the worlds iron. The whole city is a forge, and you
can walk anywhere, anytime, in the light of the furnaces. I dont know as
I believe all thatbut thats where all the engines and plates for the
Hamorian fleet come from. He glanced to the south, nodding. They do
everything big in Hamor.
Kharl followed the captains gaze. At the point of a peninsula abeam of
the ship was a tall stone tower with a shimmering dome. Kharl studied the
tower.
Thats the northwest light tower, offered Hagen. At night, theres a
beam of light that sweeps across the waters. More wrecks than you can
count on the Heartbreak Reef there.
Even with the light?
Theres fog and storms and sometimes at night brigands will light fires
farther west and use canvas to mimic the light. Hamorian fleet patrols
the waters, but they cant get inshore, not with the reefs. Sometimes
they turn their guns on the ship-breakers. Theyve been known to
a few. Turned a lot of rock into gravel in the process.
Kharl pondered that. Guns that could fire four kays over the reefs
and hit the shore?
Hagen cleared his throat. Wouldnt be taking that staff ashore, not in
Swartheld. Folk here dont take kindly to Reduce. Never have. One place
that doesnt fear the blacks. Dont think Reduce even sends
black-staffers here any longer.
Do you know why? asked Kharl.
Something way back the mage who founded Reduce they say he destroyed a
Hamorian war fleet with weather magery, except for a few ships that he
refitted into his own fleet and that he refused to pay the emperor a
single copper
A single mage went out and attacked the Hamorian fleet?
Doubtful mind youve got, cooper. Hagen laughed. Wasnt like that.
They and the white mages of Fairven were trying to squash Reduce before
it got started. This mageCreslin, that was his namedestroyed the
invasion fleet. Emperors dont like that.
That must have happened a long time ago, and theyre still upset?
No one in Hamor ever forgets anything, the captain replied dryly. They
dont learn much new, but they dont forget. Thats why some captains
arent welcome here. Tread lightly onshore. Hagen laughed again and
turned back toward the poop deck.
Kharl looked back toward the stone tower and the white cliffs. Were most
people like that, never forgetting, and holding hard to hatred for
generations, so long that most of the rest of the world had long since
forgotten the cause?
LXII
Of all the ports the Seastag had visited while Kharl was aboard,
Swartheld was the busiest. In the late afternoon, the harbor was filled
with ships, some anchored in deeper waters offshore, others tied at the
long and wide piers. Another set of piers ran along the far side of the
bay, but all the vessels at those piers were the black-hulled warships of
various sizes, all steam-powered, with iron hulls and a white
superstructure and white gun turrets. Kharl had counted over thirty such
vessels, and mooring space for at least triple that number, and he
understood better Hagens wariness of a land with so many warships.
He had to wonder about all that iron and all that powder. Supposedly, a
white mage could fire gunpowder or cammabark. Did all the ironand the
ocean itselfprotect the ships? Or were there mages on board as well?
Kharl glanced out from the quarterdeck at the pier where the Seastag was
tied. It was not only long, but a good hundred cubits wide, with wagons
lined up for loading and off-loading, and vendors with handcarts pushing
them from ship to ship. The voices of the vendors filled the air.
Silks, silks the finest silks from Atla
 the finest wools from Reduce and Brysta
Spices brinn from Candar, brinn and astra
Tools iron tools, Hamors finest from the works at Luba There were so
many street and cart vendors that at times the teamsters driving the
wagons being loaded and unloaded had to wait, or actually drive their
teams into the crowds to force them away from the ships. While Brysta had
peddlers and vendors, the numbers and variety were nothing compared to
those on just the one pier where the Seastag was tied.
For once, Kharl did not have an evening watch, but the late-morning watch
the next day. So he had decided to investigate Swartheld, despite limited
coins. He had not drawn any of his pay recently, preferring to
leave it on account with Hagen, suspecting hed need all of it when the
Seastag reached Austra.
If youre going ashore, offered Ghart, best be real careful. Any place
said to be the wellspring of chaos, Hamor is. If you were one of the
younger men, Id caution you about the girls never seen such lovelies,
and you go with em, never will again. Probably end up working in the
great ironworks at Luba, or lugging stone on that Great Highway the
emperors building and rebuilding
Kharl hadnt heard of the Great Highway, but he didnt need an
explanation, except perhaps why the Hamorians wanted to call everything
great.
Drugged wine or ale?
Or just a cosh on the back of the head. Ghart snorted. No matter what
we say, well lose someone. Usually one of the younger crew. Always
someone who knows better.
Anything else I should watch?
Watch everything, Ghart suggested, his voice wry. The captain
does.
Kharl nodded. Ill be back before dark.
Thats what they all say. Ghart laughed good-naturedly.
Even before Kharl was halfway down the gangway, he felt a strangeness
wash over him, a feeling that was both familiar and totally unfamiliar.
What was the feeling? Why was it familiar? When he reached the end of the
gangway and his boots rested on the wide stone wharf, he moved back, less
than a body length from the hull of the Seastag. There, he took a deep
breath and tried to recall where he had sensed that same feeling.
After a moment, he recalled. That feeling had been in Southport, when he
had been at the site of the ancient ruins, with its deep-seated mixture
of order and chaos. The port area of Swartheld felt similar, except there
was more chaos swirling around, diffuse chaos, and that was what had felt
both familiar and unfamiliar.
Carefully, Kharl began to walk down the pier, toward the buildings beyond
the shoreward end of the pier. He kept his eyes moving, and his
order-chaos senses alert. He passed a cart with an open grill, and the
aroma of spiced roasted fowl made his mouth water.
The best fowl in Swartheld Those words were followed by another set
with the same intonation, but in a tongue unknown to Kharl. A third
language followed before the vendor returned to the Candarian
version of Brystanalthough Kharl couldnt honestly have said he knew
whether Brystan was a version of Candarian or the other way around.
Cottons cottons shirts for the summer heat That vendor also pitched
his wares in several languages.
Indentured slaves young men, young women in the best of health
Kharl glanced across the pier, where a young man and a girlish woman were
displayed, standing on a wagon bed, chained to the frame, wearing little
but cloths around their loins.
 in the best of health and form
Turning away, Kharl stepped to his right, then stopped as a four-horse
team slowly moved out toward the Seastag. After the wagon passed, he
continued walking, keeping some distance between himself and the peddlers
and others on the wharf. Ahead of him, somewhere near the end of the
pier, Kharl could sense the unseen swirling whiteness that marked a
chaos-wizard, although the whiteness was not as strong as that of the
wizard he had confronted in Brysta.
He eased to the edge of the pier away from the chaos-wizard, closer to a
three-masted clipper, an ancient vessel without steam power and with an
ornate carved figure of a woman with extravagant physical charms under
the bowsprit. He stopped beside a bollard and bent, as if to check his
boot, his back shielded by the bulk of the bollard, as he let his own
senses study the whiteness on the far side of the pier and inshore.
He could feel nothing except the whiteness. He straightened, then
continued in along the pier on the side away from the white miasma of
chaos.
Four darker-skinned men wearing short-sleeved shirts and trousers of a
light khaki fabric marched onto the pier from the stone-paved causeway
perpendicular to it. Each wore a khaki cap with a bronze starburst set in
a blue oval. They also carried polished oak truncheons and wore shorts
words at their beltsand pistols. Kharl had heard that the Hamo-rians
used firearms, but he had never seen any closely. He almost could have
reached out with his senses and touched the shells and the powder within,
not that he could have touched off the powder, not with order, but a
brush of chaos might have done so, even within the ordered metal shell
casings.
Directly behind the four armsmen, clearly being escorted by them, was an
older and gray-haired man who also wore a uniform, but of black and
orange. The older man carried no weapons, and the only insignia he bore
was a heavy silver chain from which hung a white bronze starburst
medallion.
Along with the others on the pier, Kharl stopped and watched as the five
halted opposite a dark red cart. Belatedly, Kharl recognized two things.
First, the miasma of chaos was surrounding a thin man dressed in flowing
green, and second, the man in orange and black was also a wizard, but his
chaos power was contained, so that until he was within ten cubits or so,
even Kharls order-chaos senses had not sensed the power held within some
sort of shields.
The four men in khaki set themselves so that two flanked the uniformed
wizard on each side. Light gathered around the figure in orange and
black, and the crowd moved back once more, creating a circle around the
thin man in flowing green.
You, began the uniformed wizard addressing the man in green. You have
attempted the practice of wizardry without the permission of the emperor.
You have not presented yourself for examination, and you have hidden from
others that you employed the forces of chaos to deceive and to profit
personally. You have preyed upon out-landers
A resigned expression fell across the face of the man in green. I did
present myself, honored mage. I presented myself, but none would see me,
save that I presented golds I do not have. One cannot
Silence!
The man in greens voice continued. I have not used wizardry. I have
deceived no one. All I have done is to be too poor to provide golds
A whitish red fireball appeared at the fingertips of the uniformed
wizard, then flared toward the man in green. Whhhsttt!!!
A white dome appeared around the man in green, and for a moment that dome
was surrounded by the white fires of chaos, but the man in green remained
behind his shield.
Kharl tried to sense what it was that the green wizard had done, but
before he could truly and fully sense the chaos-shield, the gray-haired
wizard flung a second firebolt, and the shield collapsed into a pillar of
white fire.
Kharl had to blink, and when he could see, where the man in green had
stood there was but a small pile of whitish ash in the midst of a black
greasy smear on the grayish stones of the pier.
The will of His Mightiness! Striking down evil where it occurs, intoned
the gray-haired wizard. Then he turned and walked back off the end of the
pier.
Even from the far side of the wharf, Kharl had noted the fine sheen of
sweat on the surviving wizards faceand the much-lowered level of chaos
that remained locked around him. Clearly, using that kind of power took
much energy.
At the faintest sense of someone too close to him, Kharls hand lashed
out, slamming down on the wrist of a young cutpurse. As the carpenter
whirled, a thin knife clattered on the stones, and two other youths began
to run.
Another man in tan appeared, his truncheon smacked the cutpurse across
the temple, and the youth went to his knees. Whiteness flashed from
somewhere else.
Kharl looked at the Hamorian patroller, or Watch, or whatever keepers of
the peace were called in Swartheld.
You were very quick, sailor.
Just lucky, ser, Kharl replied, noting that the crowd had moved away
from him and the patroller. He could also see the Hamorian wizard
returning, something he did not like at all. With the wizard were the
other four patrollersand two dazed-looking youths with blank faces.
Kharl could sense some sort of chaos laid over them.
You are from Reduce? The wizard looked directly at Kharl.
No, ser. I am from Brysta, and I am the second carpenter on the Seastag.
The wizard looked at Kharl for a long moment, and Kharl could sense some
other sort of power, grayish, brushing him lightly, like the touch of an
unseen spider, but he remained still and waited.
So it would seem. Did you see what happened here a few moments ago?
Yes, ser. You destroyed a wizard who had not followed the laws of Hamor.
Those laws apply to all who walk the soil of Hamor. Do you understand
that?
Yes, ser.
Good. The wizard gestured to the patrollers. Take the cutpurses to the
transfer gaol. He looked at Kharl. They will spend five years or
morecutting and moving stone for the Great Highway. That is a light
punishment. They could have gone to the furnaces at Luba.
Kharl wanted to lick his dry lips. He did not. I understand.
I believe you do, carpenter. Good day. Again, the wizard turned, and
this time five patrollers followed him, herding the three captives
before them.
As they walked away, and those in the crowd gave Kharl passing looks
before moving on, he just stood by the stone column marking the end of
the pier. The wizard had delivered a clear message without spelling it
out. The carpenter pulled himself together, then left the pier and turned
left, toward the part of the waterfront that had looked to hold shops and
taverns.
Once Kharl was off the pier and onto the street that fronted the harbor,
he could move more freely, without feeling so crowded. By the time he had
walked past the end of the next pier, one that held but a single small
sloop, there were almost no peddlers or carts, just people heading in
various directions, or standing before shop windows, or coming in or out
of the shops. Compared to Brysta or any other port he had visited, it
was crowded.
Most of the shops seemed to carry fabrics. He counted four shops in a
rowone dealing just in silks, another in woolens, a third in linens, and
a fourth in cottons. In those four shops were as many bolts of cloth as
in all of Brysta, from what Kharl knew.
He walked on, but then couldnt help but stop at the display window of a
cooperage in the next block. The barrels were good, but not nearly so
good as what hed crafted, especially the hogshead he saw on display. Yet
the cooperage was clearly profitable.
The next shop was one that handled blades. Kharl found himself wincing as
he looked at the gleaming array in the display window sabres, cutlasses,
a menacing hand-and-a-half sword, an even longer and wider broadsword,
and all manner of knives and dirks. Hed never cared much for blades, but
hed also never felt the revulsion that he did as he beheld the
assemblage before him. Was there a difference between working blades and
weapons? If so, why did he feel that way? Or had he
always, and simply not recognized it? With a shake of his head, he turned
and continued to the corner. Across the narrower cross street was a
tavern, and one thronged from the sounds issuing forthdespite the fact
that it was still afternoon.
Kharl turned left, away from the harbor, and walked along the side of the
street, passing first a closed doorway without any sign or indication of
what lay behind it, then a wider doorway, with a sign showing a bed, and
the words beneath beginning with Rooms for the night in Brystan and
repeating in other languages.
Girls you want one? A veiled woman beckoned from across the street.
Come and see. Take your pleasure
Kharl kept his smile to himself and continued to walk, this time past a
rope shop.
A rope shop? In any other port, rope would be in a chandlery. Was
Swartheld so large that a merchant could sell just ropes of various
types? He glanced through the open doorway, taking in all the coils of
ropes and lines.
A sickish-sweet odor drifted down and across Kharl, a scent compounded of
something burning, perhaps incense, with something stronger. He faintly
recalled the smell, then nodded. Kernashthe substance smoked by those
with little hope and less future.
Kharl continued toward the next major street. The grayish wooden
buildings in the first block gave way to painted structures in the
second, and then two- and three-story stone-walled buildings in the
third, and then even taller structures, with carved cornices and wide
windows above the first floors. Kharl emerged from the side street and
turned right once more, glad to find himself on more of a boulevard,
where several shops actually had flowers in planters beside their windows.
The second shop on the side of the street away from the harbor held
hatsbroad-brimmed hats for women. The third shop was a tailors, and it
displayed jackets and colorful vests, all of silk or light fine cotton,
but for men.
Beyond the immaculate shops with their wide glass windows and open
archways was a cafe under a white-and-black-striped awning. Both men and
women sat at tables in the shade. Most wore shimmering white, the men in
white trousers and boots, and embroidered white shirts with lace and
designs in silver, and the women in loose white robes of some light
fabric. The women also had filmy white scarfs across their bare
shoulders, as if the scarfs would be used as cover or veils when they left
the cafe.
Kharl strained to hear what they said, but realized that they must all
have been speaking in Hamorian, because he understood not a word.
In his plain and worn carpenters grays, Kharl felt very out of place. He
kept walking.
LXIII
After returning to the Seastag just before sunset on the first day in
Swartheld, Kharl thought, and read, then slept less than easily. He
dreamed of white wizards in burgundy, in black and orange, and in flowing
greenall speaking in languages he did not understand and doing all
manner of wizardly tasks he could not have explained, let alone
duplicated. He asked them, and they ignored him, as if he did not exist,
and went on with their incomprehensible tasks.
He woke early the next morning, pooled in sweat, and not just from the
heat and dampness of Swartheld. After deciding that he could not sleep
longer, he eased out of his forecastle bunk, and slipped out with his
clothes. He washed up as quietly as he could and then made his way
topside.
In the gray light before dawn, Kharl stood at the railing near the bow.
Even in the open air, there was not so much as a hint of a breeze. A
light haze blurred the outlines of the buildings and the more distant
piers and ships, giving them an air of unreality. For the moment, the
pier was empty, without vendors and without teamsters and wagons, and
Kharl relished the comparative silence. Even the city seemed hushed, and
Kharl could hear the lapping of the harbor waters against the pier and
against the hull of the Seastag.
In time, he heard footsteps, but he did not turn.
You came back early, Rhylla said. With all your coins, Id wager.
I didnt take that many, Kharl admitted. I had an ale, and some
supper. The ale was worth it.
They like their foods hot and spicy here. I think most folks in warm
places do, but for the life of me, I dont understand why youd want to
be hotter in a place thats already too hot. But they do.
I dont, either, the carpenter replied, absently blotting a forehead he
hadnt realized was so damp until Rhylla had reminded him of the heat.
Why did you come back early? If I could ask?
Something about the place bothered me, Kharl paused. And I saw a
wizard, and he was wearing a uniform.
You didnt know that? Rhylla paused. All wizards or mages have to work
for the emperor. He pays well, they say. Course theres no alternative.
I saw that, too. He destroyed a man he said was a wizard who had broken
the laws of Hamor. Something about being examined.
Huh didnt know that. Just knew that all the wizards and mages worked
for the emperor. Anyone who tries to get one to do something for him
without the permission of the emperorthats a death sentence.
A death sentence? Then Kharl nodded. In a way, it definitely made
sense, at least from the emperors point of view. He controls the mages,
and that means he controls everything.
I wouldnt say that the marshals are pretty strong, they say.
But if the mages and wizards are all under the protection of the
emperor? Kharl looked at the third mate.
Oh frig see what you mean.
After Rhylla left, Kharl turned back to the railing to study the port
city. Somehow, it wasnt just a coincidence that the two strongest lands
in the world were the two where mages and wizards were placed to support
those who governed. Reduce had some sort of council where the Brethren
had a strong voice, and the emperor controlled the mages in Hamor. Candar
had once been strong, but when Reduce had destroyed Fairven and the White
Order, Candar had fragmented into conflicting lands. From what Kharl had
seen, most of Candar, except for Southport and possibly Diehl, was in
decline. Even Brysta looked shabby, but both Nylan and Swartheld looked
vigorous.
Still, while all that might be true, what could a mere carpenter do about
it?
LXIV
On the following afternoon, with one more day of loading to go before the
Seastag was ready to put back to sea, Kharl decided to make another foray
into Swartheld. Hed picked the late afternoon because he was off duty,
because he wasnt certain he wanted to deal with the human creatures of
the night who frequented port cities, and because he had the feeling that
there well might be more of the emperors mages about later in the
evening.
When he left the pier, he forced himself to remain on the lower harbor
way as he walked southward along the edge of the water. He hadnt thought
of it before, but none of the merchanters had iron hulls, and all had
sails. Some were even full-rigged and without any form of steam power.
Was that because of the cost of coal? Or for some other reason he
didnt know?
Yet warships were all iron-hulled, even the smaller gunboats of Brysta,
and he had seen no merchanters with cannon. That made sense, in a
fashion, because a white wizard could touch off gunpowder or cam-mabark
and turn a wooden ship into an inferno. He still had no idea whether it
was the combination of ordered iron vessels and the order of the sea that
protected warships from mages or whether it was something else. Hed
searched The Basis of Order, but as usual had found no
definitive answers.
Ahead, there was a small crowd of men standing opposite an open window.
When Kharl neared, he could see that a single woman danced slowly in the
wide unglassed window of the tavern. Her body was covered with the filmy
fabric Kharl had seen on the veil-scarfs of the women at the cafeexcept
the fabric was reddish and stained with the darkness of sweat. With the
thinness of the fabric, little of the womans figure was left to mystery,
and her figure was good, Kharl had to admit, although not any better than
Charees had once been.
At that thought, Kharl swallowed. The sadness and emptiness still came
when he least expected it.
You want to enjoy one like this? Just a silver for a half glass and
shes all yours, sailor man. The big man who made the offer topped Kharl
by half a head, and Kharl was not small.
Shes too costly for my wallet, Kharl said with a forced laugh, easing
past the man and along the quieter space of the street immediately past
the brothel. Was it just sadness? Or the sense that he and Charee had
lost something over the years? Had they ever had that something? Or had
their consorting just been an arrangement set up by their families and
held together in the beginning by physical attraction and later by the
boys? He shook his head. Why was he even asking himself such questions?
He couldnt do much about what was past and gone.
Across the harbor road he caught sight of a pair of Hamorian patrollers
in their khaki uniforms. He watched the pair as they walked along the
street. The two never relaxed, but kept moving, and each held a truncheon
at the ready.
Abruptly, after passing the patrollers, who had scarcely given Kharl a
glance, the carpenter turned left, away from the harbor, and began to
walk up the gently sloping street toward the better sections of
Swartheld. Farther south, he discovered, he had to walk a greater
distance east before he reached the more prosperous areaalmost eight
blocks. But he did find another boulevard with shops and flowers and
cafes with awnings and wide verandasand he felt almost as out of place
as he had the first time.
Yet, why should he have felt out of place? He wondered. He was nicely
dressed, if not so extravagantly as those on the boulevard. He was not
poor, or without coins. He had a respectable trade, and even a position,
low as a subofficer on a merchanter might be.
He kept walking as he saw another set of Hamorian patrollers. This pair
walked with empty hands, their truncheons in their belts, and they
smiled, although their eyes still never stopped surveying the street and
the shops. A woman, her head covered by the filmy scarf that was almost
transparent, nodded to the patrollers. Both returned the smile, an
expression of friendliness, but continued on their way.
From a distance, he saw another of the mages in black and orange, again
an older man, accompanying a single patroller in khaki. The two turned
eastward, moving even farther from the harbor. Kharl thought
about following the pair, but almost immediately dismissed the idea.
Instead, he turned back toward the harbor, hoping to find somewhere to
eat, less fancy than where he was, but quieter and better than along the
harbor way.
Finding such a place was harder than Kharl had thought it would be, and
he ended up walking along side streets for what seemed almost a glass
before he found himself before a low, dark redbrick building with tan
window trim. The still air held unfamiliar scents of food, but without
the rancidness of grease, and there was little hint of chaos about the
premisesexcept for the thin residual whiteness that seemed everywhere in
Swartheld. Kharl stepped inside.
Immediately, a servingwoman in tan shorts and shirt, with a dark brown
apron and sandals, greeted him. Yes?
A good meal and ale or lager?
She looked puzzled.
Food.
She beckoned, and Kharl followed her into a long narrow room with a high
ceiling. The off-white plaster gave an impression of coolness. Kharl
settled into the small table against the wall.
Drink what kind? the server asked.
Light ale? Lager?
She said something to another server, and got an answer back, then nodded
at Kharl before slipping away. Within moments, a squarish older woman set
a dark brown mug before Kharl. Be two coppers.
Kharl extended three coins.
She studied them and nodded. Fares simple tonight. Weve got burhka,
cutlets, sea trout, and fowl in lemonweed with Luban noodles.
How much?
All the same. Four coppers.
Ill try the last.
Its the best. Be a bit. She slipped away.
Kharl settled back into the chair and took another sip of the ale,
enjoying it as it washed away the last of the dust in his throat.
Two younger men, but well dressed in white shirts and multicolored silk
vests, sat at the corner table. Although their voices were not that loud,
they seemed to carry to Kharl, perhaps along the smooth white plaster of
the wall.
 dont understand the edict just applies to outlanders trading here
 not just to outlanders like us another one harsher for Hamorians
 no brimstone to Valmurl but to Bruel? Why one Austran port and not
the other? Not as though Lord Estloch has a huge fleet
 no saltpeter or cammabark, either
 doesnt make sense Valmurlans dont use firearms dont use powder
except for cannon, and theyve got few enough of those were supposed to
give up good trade and coins
 careful
 mages dont come down here
 dont know where theyll turn up walls sometimes report to the
patrollers, too
 still makes no sense can ship dried fruits, but not grain?
 rich the only ones who can buy dried fruits everyone needs bread
Their voices died away as a server brought two platters and a basket of
bread to their table.
Kharl sipped his ale and considered their words. He didnt care for the
implications, not at all, and he knew hed need to mention the matter to
Hagen, although he would not have been surprised if the captain already
knew.
LXV
JTlagen had not been aboard the Seastag when Kharl had returned the night
before, but immediately after eating the next morning, the carpenter made
his way to the masters cabin, where he knocked gingerly on the door.
Ser its Kharl. Id just heard something thought you ought to know
Come on in, carpenter. Hagens voice was polite.
Kharl eased through the hatch door into the captains cabin. The
space was large, but somehow not so large as Kharl would have guessed,
with a double bunk built into the rear bulkhead, and a small closet,
half-open, set into the left bulkhead. In the middle of the cabin was a
circular white oak table, anchored to the deck, and behind that sat the
captain. A stack of papers and parchment was at his left, and he still
held a pen.
What is it?
Captain last night, I was eating at a place well away from the harbor,
and there were two traders, outlanders Kharl went on to recount what
the two had said, word for word.
When Kharl finished, Hagen nodded. He did not seem surprised. Id heard
about the brimstone and saltpeter but I didnt know they could sell in
Bruel. A darkness dropped across his countenance, before he forced a
smile. I hadnt heard about the grain because we dont usually carry it,
but its not surprising. Hamors been looking at invading Austra for
years, and every so often they embargo goods, usually military equipment.
Theyve had an embargo on gunpowder and cammabark for two years, but they
decided on expanding that about a season ago to include brimstone and
saltpeter and a few other goods.
Kharl tried to keep his own surprise to himself. The two traders he had
overheard had clearly been talking about an edict recently issued, and
Hagen had known about it for nearly a season. Is that why were carrying
brimstone back, ser?
Hagen grinned. You noted that, did you?
I noted that it wasnt all off-loaded at Dellash, Kharl replied. Why
is Hamor going after Austra? Arent some of the lands in Candar better
targets?
Some are weaker, but Candar lies close to Reduce. Also, its a long
voyage from Swartheld, and under steam power, a costly one, with nowhere
to stop for coal. Austra is much closer, and considerably smaller.
And Lord Estloch does not have many warships?
He does not.
Kharl frowned. But Austra is united under a single ruler, while Nordla
has the four Lords of the Quadrant, and they agree on little, and have
even fewer warships.
Nordla is far less prosperous, is it not? Hagen laughed ironically.
What would be the point of spending thousands of golds, hundreds of
thousands of golds perhaps, if one could not plunder the land to recover
it, then tariff it heavily? Why does one seek to conquer anything? After
the briefest of pauses, Hagen went on. Some think rulers seek fame and
glory in war, but both are fleeting. No most wars are fought for gain,
either to keep another land from gaining an advantage in power and wealth
or to extend ones own power and wealth.
Thats not true if your land is attacked.
No but you can wagerwith heavy oddsthat the one attacking has planned
on great gain. Unless the ruler is mad, and few mad rulers survive to
make war, and fewer still survive their wars. Of course, such madness is
the ruin of their land and their people.
The Emperor of Hamor is not mad. He controls his own lands too well for
that, suggested Kharl.
Who would know? questioned Hagen. In a land as vast as Hamor, the
governing is done by the emperors minions. Good minions can conceal much
about a ruler. The captain snorted. But you are right. The emperor is
most astute, and all the world may suffer for that.
Kharl could see that, and, despite the safety of the streets of
Swartheld, he was less than certain that he would wish such a rule in
either Nordla or Austra. He almost frowned, thinking that Lord Wests son
Egen wouldif he had the chancegovern with the power of the emperor and
even less wisdom.
That troubles you? Well it should.
Kharl did not correct the captain. That was all I heard, but I thought
you should hear about it. He smiled. I thought you might already know,
but I was not sure.
You see more than you let on, Kharl. That is a good trait. Hagen smiled
in return. Youre welcome to remain as crew so long as you desire.
I thank you, ser. Im still thinking of going ashore in Austra, but I
will consider your offer, and I do thank you.
Its my gain as well. Hagen laughed, then looked down at the sheets of
paper on the table before him.
Kharl stepped back and eased the hatch door closed as he left. The
captain had known about the embargoes, and he remained worried about
them. Despite Hagens laughter, the worry had shown through.
As he walked back across the main deck, Kharl realized once more that
there was far more to Hagen than merely a trading captain. Kharl
had heard the references to other ships, but would even a merchant factor
with a number of ships have known what the Emperor of Hamor was planning
a season in advance? Kharl didnt think so, and that left the question of
what exactly Hagen might be, honorable as he appeared to Kharl and to the
other crew members on Hagens vessels.
LXVI
When the Seastag had cast off from the pier at Swartheld, starting the
voyage back to her home port of Valmurl, one of the crew, as Ghart had
predicted, had failed to returnthe fresh-faced young Wylat. Thinking of
Wylat toiling on the Great Highway or the fiery furnaces of Luba, Kharl
had shaken his head. He could but hope the Fleuryl never ported in
Swartheld, because he had his doubts about Arthals wisdom. But there was
nothing he could do about either young mans fate.
The ship had traveled no more than a handful of kays northeast beyond
sight of land when the seas began to turn rough, and bitter chill
permeated the winds that had raised the waves and buffeted the Seastag.
The remainder of the eightday journey was rough, although the seas had
subsided somewhat as the Seastag neared Austra, and Kharl had found
himself more and more fretful once the coastline appeared.
The winter sun hung low in the west, offering little warmth, as the
Seastag steamed through the gray harbor waters toward the outermost pier
of Valmurl harbor. Kharl was glad for his heavy jacket as he stood by the
railing and looked at Valmurl. Unlike Brysta, which faced west on the
Eastern Ocean, Valmurl faced eastand the Great Western Ocean. Valmurl
was also an older port city, but set on a flat plain on the delta of the
River Val. The bay on which the city was located was more open, and had
no fortifications like the twin harbor forts of Brysta. While there were
hills to the north, they looked to be low and some distance way and were
covered entirely with a whiteness that could only be snow.
Farther back from the waterfront, Kharl could see taller structures, even
stone towers. Thin lines of smoke rose from hundreds of chimneys into the
cold air, and a smoky haze hung over the city. The smoke and
near-twilight shadows mixed together and imparted a gray cast to Valmurl,
despite the late-afternoon sunlight that glinted on the gray waters
between the ship and the city.
Furwyl eased up beside Kharl. You still intending to leave us here?
Id planned to, Kharl replied. Hoped to find a place as a cooper
somewhere in Austra.
Youre a fine carpenter, and a good man to have around in a tight place.
Hate to see you spend the rest of your life making barrels for someone
else. Hard thing to make your way in a land not your own, the first mate
pointed out. Youre already a subofficer on your first voyage. Not many
do that.
Kharl knew Furwyl was right, yet he hesitated. Making my way here
couldnt be that much harder than where I came from. Even as Kharl
spoke, he wondered. Hed still have been a cooper, with a consort and
sons, if hed not been so unlucky to have heard Egen in the back alley.
Or would he? The druids had suggested that his situation would have
worsened anyway. Did that mean matters could be worse in Val murl? Or
Vizyn, if he got there? Leastwise, I hope not.
Furwyl chuckled. Were goin in to refit. Be in the yards two, may three
eightdays. You dont find what you want, get back here afore we leavebet
the captaind take you back as carpenter second. Not the billet hell
fill except with someone he knows, and he knows all the ships carpenters
in Austra. Leastwise, hed put you on one of his other ships.
How many does he have?
Ten. At least, that was the last number I heard. All something with
sea in em Seahound, Seafox 
And he still sails? Rhylla had mentioned once that Hagen had other
ships, but Kharl had not realized just how many.
Hes a man who likes what he does, Furwyl said. And he likes to keep
good people. Especially carpenters.
Are good ones that hard to come by?
Harder than youd think. You get youngsters barely more than
apprentices know a few things and think they know more, and mostly you
get older men who love their ale so much that the only time theyre sober
is at sea.
Where are the good ones? asked Kharl.
Thatd be a secret. Furwyl grinned, then added, With the
shipwrights, but they dont take many, and you got to be family or close
to it, or be owed more than most would owe.
That made sense. Still
Thank you, Kharl finally said. And thank the captain. But I think I
need to look and see if anyone needs a good cooper.
You can tell him yourself in the morning when he pays off the crew. Just
thought Id put in a word with you. Furwyl nodded and turned.
Was Kharl making a mistake? Another mistake?
Kharl didnt think so, but then, he hadnt thought so before.
LXVII
Ihe morning after the Seastag ported in Valmurl, and after muster, Kharl
placed his few belongings into his pack, now mostly full, and, staff in
hand, headed up to the main deck to see Hagen. There he waited in the
chill air until after the regular deckhands and riggers had been paid.
Then he stepped forward to the small table behind which the captain sat.
You still intent on leaving us, carpenter? Hagens voice was cheerful,
but Kharl could catch a sense of worry behind it.
I dont know about intent, ser. Its just that well I wouldnt feel
right if I didnt try to be what Ive spent my life learning and doing.
Hagen nodded. When you put it that way, its hard not to see it so. The
captain paused and looked down at the ledger before him, turning the
pages until he was close to the end. Your crew share, right now, is
fifteen silvers, and I owe you five silvers and three for your wages.
Two golds? Kharl certainly hadnt expected that. Hed come aboard hoping
to get off with what hed had in his leather pouch. Yes, ser. Thats
more than fair.
Hagen shook his head. Its fair. No more, no less.
Kharl sensed the others honest feelings and nodded.
You dont have to go, Hagen said. Id have you as carpenter second,
and carpenter first when Tarkyn decides hes had enough of the sea.
I only asked for passage to Austra, ser.
I know, but Id still have you. Hagen paused. Where are you headed?
Id thought Vizyn, but anywhere that I could be a cooper.
Coopers there are more than enough here in Valmurl. You ought to stay
on as a ships carpenter. Hagen laughed. Then, Id be the last one to
tell any man what he should be doing. That I would be. He fingered his
chin. Three good coopers here in Valmurl. None as good as you, in truth.
Oldest one is Dezant. Hes off the Traders Square. Then theres Kundark,
and he does mostly slack cooperage, and his place is on the south side of
the city, by the Guard Barracks there. You might try Chalart. Hes on the
north side, back of the refit yards. He supplies barrels for merchanters,
mostly. You can tell any of them that I sent you. It might help, wont
hurt.
You dont like Valmurl go and see Vizyn, but youd better take a
coaster. Its a good nine hundred kays. Of the ones in port now, take the
Norther or the Southshield tell em I sent you. You dont like it, then
turn around and come back. Offers open until we leave Valmurl.
Thank you. How long will you be here? For refitting? Kharl added
quickly.
Half a season, Id guess. Takes longer to refit in winter, but theres
little enough trading to be done, and Id like to have the engineers go
over the engine after that problem off Worrak.
Is there anything special I should know about Valmurl? Kharl asked.
Things thatd be obvious to you, but not to me? If you dont mind, ser.
Valmurl is much like Brysta, save that it is the capital of all Austra,
and there is but one lord. Lord Estloch has a good heart, and, unlike
many rulers, he would be as fair as possible and still hold order within
the streets. Still dark streets are dangerous especially harborside,
and there are few patrollers past midnight. The wealthy are as they are
in any city.
If those words were not a warning, Kharl wasnt a cooper. Thank you.
You change your mind, and therell be a place for you, if not here, then
on one of the other ships.
I appreciate that, ser, and Ill just have to see.
That you will. Good fortune.
After hoisting his pack onto his shoulders and securing his silvers and
coppers in his concealed leather pouch, Kharl walked down the gangway of
the Seastag, perhaps for the last time, and past the wagons already lined
up to receive the cargo being off-loaded. While the pier was not so
crowded as those at Swartheld, more than a score of loaders and others
swirled around the area opposite the Seastag. Among them, he saw no
patrollers, although more than a few men carried blades of various styles
and lengths.
As Kharl reached the foot of the pier, he saw a wagon, with a platform.
On the platform stood a blond girl, one certainly younger than Sanyle or
Jeka. Despite the chill of the morning, the girl wore but the filmiest
shift, and in the morning light, it was most clear that she wore
absolutely nothing beneath, except for the bronze cuff on her left ankle,
a cuff attached to a bronze chain. The chain was bolted to a bronze
circlet affixed to the side of the wagon. The girls face was pale, and
her green eyes carried sadness.
Four huge men with cudgels stood thereone at each corner of the wagon.
A man in a rich deep blue jacket stood on the stones of the street, his
voice pitched to carry. Beauties for indenture young, beautiful girls
His eyes took in Kharls staff, and there was the slightest hesitation
before he continued. Girls for every taste and pleasure
Kharl glanced down the pier toward the Hamorian merchanter tied up beyond
the Seastag. A blonde beautyand the girl was attractive would be
welcome in Swartheld. The girls eyes did not meet Kharls or any others.
Blonde redhead any kind of beauty youd like
Kharl turned abruptly, his lips tight together as he walked away from the
slaver. Indenture or not, the process was slavery. Hed hoped for better
in Valmurl. His eyes moved from side to side, taking in the handful of
people out so early. Most seemed well-dressed, and he saw no one in rags
or begging.
He thought over Hagens words. Lord Estloch has a good heart would be
as fair as possible. He understood the message beneath. Lord Estloch was
either weak or having troubles in holding on to his land. Or perhaps
those beneath him had too much power. Whatever Hagen had meant exactly,
it was clear enough that matters were not as Hagen would have had them,
and that troubled Kharl, for he knew Hagen to be a fair and more than
decent captain and man.
Should he seek passage to Vizyn, and seek out Taleas, the scrivener whom
Tyrbel had written? Or first check with the coopers that Hagen had
mentioned? After a moment, he decided to visit the coopers in Val-murl.
Why travel to a destination where the prospects were unknown until he
exhausted the possibilities nearer at hand?
As he walked along the cobblestoned streets, avoiding the too-frequent
potholes holding ice and mud, and the gutters that needed cleaning, he
studied the shops and the narrow-faced brick dwellings squeezed tightly
together. For the number of dwellings, he saw few enough men and women on
the streets, although he still saw no beggars or peddlers or tinkers.
Traders Square was six long blocks west of the harbor, but it was still
early when Kharl reached the square. Despite the winter chill, the air
was still, and he had unfastened his jacket to keep from getting too
warm. He stood at the edge of the square for several moments. The square
was a good twenty rods in length and ten in width, with the center simply
an open, paved space. A handful of carts had been pulled into place in
the center of the square, but some of the shops and factors buildings
were yet shuttered. The cooperage was on the far south side of the
square, not exactly on it, but on the corner street leading into the
square. The building was perhaps another ten cubits wider than Kharls
had been, and featured double doors in front, with a front loading dock
to one side. That suggested that there was not a usable alley behind the
cooperage.
Kharl shrugged and stepped through the open doors and into a workroom
nearly as deep as his own had been. He noted more shavings and sawdust
than he would have preferred, but the cooperage was still relatively neat
and clean, and the brick walls had been swept and cleaned recently. As he
glanced around the shop, Kharl could see four figures working. One was
slighter and smaller, probably an apprentice.
A young man, perhaps four or five years older than Arthal, stepped from
the workbench at one side to meet Kharl. Ser? His eyes flicked across
the staff and came back to Kharl.
Im looking for Dezant, Kharl said.
Yes, ser. Hes at the millers right now. Is there anything that I could
help you with? Are you interested in tight or slack cooperage?
Are you his son? You seem to understand
The young man smiled. Im Elont. There are three of us working with
Father.
Hes fortunate, indeed. There mi, ] all so busy.
Valmurl does require many barjv
, lV>
tiously.
But not quite so many as you
Its always better to sell more would interest you, ser?
Im afraid my interest is a shared C] ter, and my father was a cooper. I
war^j t0 was true, if not telling the entire story.
Elont smiled politely, disappointed. It5 J
So I had heard, and Im glad to see it.
Youd be better off, ser, to remain as i tJ than to open a cooperage
here.
I had no thought of opening a cooperatJ tainly not now, but one must
think of the futn
Youre certain we couldnt sell your ves^
The captain is well aware of your work, J order it, Kharl replied
politely. I appreJ inclined his head.
Thank you, ser.
Kharl eased out the door, grateful at least j in the shop. Outside, he
looked around, According to Hagen, Kundark was on the i Guard Barracks.
Kharl readjusted his pack breath still steaming in the chill air.
Ahead, he glimpsed two children in rag: so shabbily dressed. Onea
girlwent to solid gray cloak of warmth and style. Khar but her pleading
position was all too clear.
The man glanced around, twice, stiff* walking away.
A shrill whistle sounded. The boy va viceway, and the girl scrambled to
her feet/ avoid the patroller who grasped her roug moved closer, he
strained to hear the patrol^-  begging, you were
 wasnt beggin wasnt
 off to the indenturers Beggings against the Lords Law. You know
that.
 no not that
 pretty little thing like you fetch a good price in Hamor wont be
cold there, either
Kharl winced at the thought of the beggar girl ending up like the girl on
the dock, but he did not try to interfere, much as he would have liked
to, and he only watched as the patroller dragged the child down a side
street. His guts churned, much as he imagined Charee both telling him
hed done what was wise and asking him why he hadnt done so earlier.
He kept walking, but it was a while before he felt any calmer. A good
half glass later, he stood across the street from the stone walls
surrounding the Guard Barracks. He had completed a circuit of the streets
facing onto the Barracks, but had not seen anything resembling a
cooperage to the Barracks. Two uniformed figures stood as sentries
outside the gate. One was scarcely more than a boy, and the other looked
to be at least as old as Kharl.
The younger sentry looked at Kharl.
Kharl looked back and, after a moment, the youthful guard dropped his
eyes. Kharl turned and started down the narrow lanelike street that
angled northwest from the corner of the barracks. Fifty cubits or so down
the lane, in front of a seamstresss shop, a white-haired woman in a
patched coat swept dust and old snow away from the doorway of the shop.
Im looking for Kharl began.
Speak up. You looking for something, fellow?
A cooper named Kundark. Id heard his cooperage was here.
It was. Over there. The woman pointed to the burned-out shell of a
building a hundred cubits farther along the narrow lane.
From what Kharl could see, the cooperage had been about half the size of
Dezants shop, and the blaze had not been all that recent. What
happened?
The woman shrugged. No one knows. No ones seen Kundark. Consort and son
died in the fire. Terrible blaze it was.
How did it start?
No one knows. The woman looked away from Kharl and resumed sweeping,
muttering to herself, Stupid question outland black-staffer.
After a long look at her, and a longer one at the burned ruins, Kharl
turned and retraced his steps back northward in the general direction of
where he had understood the refit yard to be.
Valmurl stretched much farther to the north than Kharl had thought, and
it was close to noon before Kharl reached the workshops on the ancient
street opposite the refit yard and the three dry docksall empty. The
three largest structures facing the harbor and yards were shuttered and
locked, large barnlike buildings whose exterior planks and timbers had
weathered into faded gray. Grimy powdered snow lay drifted into the
corners where the plank walls met the frozen ground or the worn and
cracked cobblestones of the street.
Kharls face and hands were numb from the chill, even though he had
periodically thrust his hands up under his jacket.
Between the two shuttered and larger structures on the northern end of
the block was a smaller building, one with unshuttered windows and a half
barrel displayed on a bracket to the right of the front loading doors.
Kharl made his way to the cooperage and, with a shrug, opened the door
and stepped inside.
A single gray-haired man straightened from where he stood over a machine
that looked to Kharl as though it were a combination planer and router of
some sort.
Kharl stepped forward. Youre Chalart?
Thats me. The coopers eyes raked across Kharl. You another cooper
looking for a place? Before Kharl could reply, the wiry man went on.
Not enough orders for me and my boy, and certainly not enough for
another mouth.
How did you know? asked Kharl.
Chalart snorted. You got that look and a pack on your back. Buyers dont
wear packs. Seen more He shook his head. Wager youre a good cooper,
too.
One of the best, Kharl said.
Then why are you here?
Im from Nordla. The lords son didnt care that I stopped his pleasures
with my neighbors daughter.
Think things be different here?
Id hope no one would want to kill me, Kharl replied ruefully.
You might get that. Chalart studied Kharl. What have you been doing?
Ships carpenter.
Keep doing it. I know a half score of coopers thatd jump for your
position.
How did things get so bad? Kharl asked.
Ask the Emperor of Hamor or Lord Estloch. Im just a cooper, trying to
hang on till things get better. They might, someday. Never know. Chalart
looked down at the wood in the planer.
Kharl took the hint. Thank you. The best of fortune to you.
And to you.
Once outside, where the wind had shifted and now blew, colder and icier,
out of the northeast, Kharl studied the refit area, seemingly almost
abandoned, from the empty dry docks to the cold gray harbor waters with
an increasing chopand not a single vessel tied to the one pier adjoining
the dry docks. After several moments, Kharl turned back toward the
harbor. Should he spend good silvers to get passage to Vizyn to find
Taleas and see if the scrivener could help him? If he didnt go, how
would he know if there might be a place for a cooper? Nine hundred kays
might make a difference. And it might not.
The walk back south and east was long, but Kharl found the coaster pier
by midafternoon. Standing at the foot of the pier, he studied both the
Norther and the Southshield, then decided on the Southshield, a smaller
version of the Seastagtwin-masted with midships paddle wheels.
He walked down the dock to the ship, and up the gangway to the sailor on
watch, who could have been Tarkyns younger brother, gray-haired rather
than white-haired, but square-faced and grizzled. The sailor watched, but
did not speak as Kharl neared.
I was looking for passage to Vizyn, Kharl said.
Let me get the second. The watchstander rang the bell twice, but said
nothing more.
Kharl did not wait long for the second mate, a narrow-faced woman within
a few years of his own age, with gray eyes and short hair.
Were not hiring, she told him bluntly.
I was looking for passage to Vizyn.
You a blackstaffer?
No. I grew up in Brysta. Ive been the carpenter second on the Seastag.
Dont take deadheads.
Ill pay passage, if its not too much. Captain Hagen said to tell you
that he sent me.
Whyd he say that?
The Seastags going into refit. Ive been his second carpenter, but Id
heard there might be a need for my skills in Vizyn
The second laughed. Four silvers. Three more for return passage if you
decide to come back on the same trip.
Is Vizyn that bad?
Its cold. Snow everywhere. Everyone knows everyone else. Dont care for
outsiders.
Kharl thought. He wasnt going to be a cooper in Valmurl, not when no one
would take him on and when he didnt have the golds to set up his own
shop. The same might be true in Vizyn, but would he always look back and
wonder if he didnt go there and see? When do you leave?
In about a glass.
What sort of quarters? Food?
Four gets you a bunk in a space for two, and meals with the crew. We
just run two meals a day at sea. Youre the only passenger this run, so
you get more space. If you need more gear, be back here in a glass. You
can pay then.
Kharl smiled wryly. Got all the gear Ill need. You the one who gets
the silvers?
Me or the captain.
Kharl eased the silvers out of his wallet and tendered them.
Welcome aboard. Names Herana.
Kharl, he replied. ;
Ill show you your spaces and then have you meet the captain. She
turned.
Kharl followed, noting that the deck was clean and that what he saw of
the vessel looked shipshape. Then, Hagen had recommended the Southshield.
LXVIII
rue to Heranas words, Captain Harluk had cast off from the coaster pier
at Valmurl in late afternoon and steamed out of the harbor. Once clear of
the harbor, Harluk had shut down the engine and kept the Southshield
heading due east until well after sunset. Then, in the dimness after
twilight, in seas that were not quite so heavy as those the Seastag had
encountered on its way to Valmurl, the captain had brought the coaster
onto a northerly heading.
Kharls cabin was but big enough for two bunks, one atop the other,
although he shared it with no one, and there was space enough under the
lower bunk for his pack. He had been forced to angle the staff to get it
to fit through the passageway and into the cabin.
Supper on the Southshield had been distinguished mainly by the hot bread
and peppery gravy spread over slices of meat so salty Kharl hadnt been
certain what it was, perhaps mutton that had been dried, before being
boiled and covered with gravy. Still, with the bread, and some hard
cheese, and dried apples, Kharl had found it far better than most meals
he had eaten in the eightdays before signing on the Seastag.
In the late twilight, well after eating, Kharl had made his way on deck
and stood slightly forward of the paddle wheel casing, aft enough that
the spray from the bow did not mist around him, although there was more
spray across the deck than on the Seastag, doubtless because of the
Southshields narrower beam.
At times, the dark waters shimmered with a luminescence that was not
light, but the darkness of order. Although Kharl could not have explained
how order-darkness could create light within the very ocean, he felt and
knew that somehow that was so.
Now that he was actually on his way to Vizyn, he had more questions of
himself.
Why was he spending silvers, so hard gotten, to travel to Vizyn? Just
because Tyrbel had written Taleas? How could there be a place for a
cooper there when there were none in Valmurl, certainly much larger?
Or was he carrying out the trip because he had already decided that was
what he should do? When did a wise man change plans? Why?
Youre a hardy one.
Kharl turned to see the second mate less than three cubits away, almost
lost in the darkness. She stepped closer, then stopped.
Thinking, he explained.
You could do that in a far warmer place, she said with a laugh.
Then I probably wouldnt think. Id just fall asleep, he admitted.
Herana stepped closer, stopping a good cubit short of Kharl. Thats a
sailors answer.
Thats what Ive been for the past seasons.
And youre leaving a good ship with a good captain without knowing where
youre going or what youll do?
Put that way, his actions seemed foolish. Does seem strange, he
admitted.
One way of putting it. After a moment, she asked, Howd you get that
staff? Its a real Reduce blackstaff.
It belonged to someone else. She was murdered. I tried to return it to
the Brethren when I got to Nylan, but they said it belonged to me and
that I could keep it or theyd destroy it. Kharl shrugged. Couldnt see
a good staff being destroyed.
That means youre a mage.
No. Im no mage. I was a cooper, then I became a carpenter.
They dont let just anyone who shows up with one of those keep it, the
second pointed out.
They did say that I was drawn to order, Kharl admitted. But Im not a
mage. Doubt if I ever could be one. At the uneasiness that settled over
him with those woras, he quickly added, Not like any of them. Maybe I
could put a bit more order in my workthings like that.
You probably already do. Captain Hagen looks for folk like that.
He does?
That and more. Some folk say hes the lords left hand, seeing as
theyre cousins, seconds, though. Dont know as Id buy that, close as
folk say they are. Captain Harluk doesnt, and theres little that
escapes him, either.
I thought there was something about him, even when he first came to the
cooperage
You had your own cooperage?
I did. That was a while ago. Things dont always turn out the way they
should.
Herana laughed once more. Lifes like that. Then she nodded to him.
Take care up here. Farther north we go and the colder it gets, deck
could get icy and slippery.
Ill be careful, Kharl promised, watching as the second slipped away
aft, back into the deeper shadows not touched by the lamps from the poop
deck.
After a time, he turned and headed back to his cabin. It wasnt that much
warmer than the deck, but the lack of wind and chill spray made it seem
so, and the day had been long.
LXIX
In his winter jacket, hands thrust inside it to keep them warm, Kharl
stood midships, just forward of the paddle wheel frame, where he was
partly sheltered from the wind blowing from the stern, as the Southshield
eased its way up to the single squat pier at Vizyn. His pack and staff
were at his feet. The small harbor opened to the northeast, looking out
on gray waters that might have been liquid ice from the chill carried by
the wind. The hempen fenders that cushioned the hull from the pier
crackled as the Southshield came to rest against the dock, and icy
fragments sprayed forth in the morning air.
Everywhere that Kharl looked, there was white, from the steep hills that
encircled the port town to the snow-covered evergreens on those hills.
The roofs of the dwellings and buildings in Vizyn were covered with snow,
and the streets that Kharl could make out were snow-packed. Had there
been any sun, the glare would have been unbearable, but thick and low
gray clouds covered the sky, and in places obscured the tops of the
taller hills to the west. Smoke from chimneys drifted upward in grayish
lines, eventually merging with the low clouds.
Double up, now! came the command from aft.
Kharl waited until the ship was secured, and the gangway down to the pier
before shouldering his pack and picking up his staff. He moved
back around the midships paddle wheel and toward the quarterdeck area
where Herana stood.
The second mate looked at Kharl. Well be casting off early morning
tomorrow. Therell be space back to Valmurl if you need it. Dont carry
many passengers in the winter, just timber and some hard coal.
Thank you. Kharl glanced beyond the pier. You were right. There is
snow everywhere.
She laughed.
Kharl smiled in return and made his way down the gangway. The pier itself
was generally clear of snow, but he saw patches of dark ice here and
there. He decided to follow the wider street that was mostly clear of
snow and lined with shops. The shop nearest the harbor, unsurprisingly,
was a chandlery and looked to be open. Kharl stamped his boots on the
planks of the porch, swept clear of snow, unlike parts of the street,
before stepping inside and carefully closing the door behind him.
The man who was sweeping the floor stopped and looked up, his eyes taking
in the long black staff. He appeared to be Kharls age, although his
beard was streaked with white and bushy. Could I help you?
Im looking for a scrivener named Taleas
The chandler tilted his head slightly, frowning, before he smiled and
answered. His place is about seven, eight blocks toward the center of
town. Go up the street till you get to the White Deer. Turn right at the
corner. Should be two-three hundred cubits farther, on the left.
Thank you.
Interest you in some winterbread? Fine travel food.
Kharl smiled. After I find Taleas then well see. He nodded and
turned. Again he was careful to close the door behind him when he left
and stepped back outside. His breath was a white plume in the cold air
permeated by the mixed odcrs of both burning wood and coal.
Kharls ears tingled after several hundred cubits, and he could
understand why the few people he saw on the streets wore caps or hats,
generally with earflaps. He kept walking up the street, alternating
putting one hand and then the other inside his winter jacket, a jacket
that was clearly too light for the cold of Vizyn.
Healthy plumes of whitish smoke poured from the chimneys of the White
Deer, and Kharl was almost tempted to step inside the inn, if only to
warm himself. He could feel the chill creeping into his toes, and his
ears and fingers were beginning to get numb. But the chandler had said
that Taleas was but a few hundred cubits from the inn. So Kharl turned
right and kept walking. He walked a good three or four hundred cubits
down the rapidly narrowing street. He saw a cobblers shop, a tiny
coppersmiths, and dwellings cramped together with only small side yards
heaped high with snow, but saw no sign of a scriveners shop.
He turned around and retraced his steps, this time going in the other
direction from the White Deer. The street did not narrow, but widened
slightly, and the dwellings seemed larger and better kept. The fifth
dwellingmore like a small cottage surrounded by snow-draped conifershad
a carving of a pen and an inkpot on the flat surface below the eaves that
sheltered the small front porch. The short stone walk had been cleared
and swept, and Kharl walked up it and onto the porch. He rapped gently on
the door, then waited.
In time, a rotund figure in graygray trousers, gray shirt, with a heavy
gray sweater over the shirtcracked the door and peered out without
speaking.
Im looking for a scrivener called Taleas.
Lets say youve found him. The rotund man looked over Kharl. You a
blackstaffer?
No.
Too bad. Could use one around here. Seafarer?
I have beensecond carpenter. I used to be a cooper. A scrivener named
Tyrbel said that I should see you if I ever got to Vizyn.
The rotund man nodded. How are his sons?
Kharl frowned. He has none. He never did. Unless theres another
scrivener somewhere named Tyrbel. I meant the one in Brysta.
Taleas nodded again. What do you know of Tyrbel lately?
Kharl shook his head. He was killed by an assassin before I left Brysta.
That was one reason why I left. Wed been friends and neighbors, and I
feared that I would be next.
What happened to the assassin?
Kharl glanced around, then, seeing no one close to the scriveners door,
replied, I killed him with a cudgel.
Taleas laughed ruefully, once. Whats your name?
Kharl.
You look like the fellow he wrote about. The door opened wider. Come
on in. I dont know as I can help you much, but I can at least offer you
some hot cider, a bite to eat, and let you thaw out before a hot stove.
Thank you. Kharl followed the scrivener into the cottage, and then into
a room off the front sitting room, where a wide and plain desk was set
against a stone interior wall that suggested the room had been added
later. On the other outside wall was a square iron stove from which
radiated heat. On the top of the stove was a kettle. Kharl leaned the
staff into the nearest corner.
Sit down. Sit down, Taleas said.
Kharl gratefully shed his pack, placing it on the frayed hooked rug
covering the worn plank floor, then took the plain wooden chair, leaving
the one with the cushion for the scrivener.
Taleas took a woolen pad and used it to lift the kettle, then poured the
steaming cider into a mug set on the corner of the desk before easing the
kettle back onto the side of the stove. Go ahead. Ive already had two
mugs this morning. He reseated himself in his own chair.
Thank you, Kharl said again, leaning forward and stretching to take the
mug from the desk. He took a small sip of the hot liquid, grateful for
the warmth, both from the drink and from the heat of the mug on his
chilled hands.
What was this business with Tyrbel? He wrote that you might be coming
this way, and that you might need a position as a cooper. He said youd
done him a favor he couldnt repay.
Kharl almost winced. He doubted hed done Tyrbel any favors at all,
although hed meant well. Ah hed sent his youngest, Sanyle, to deliver
something, and she was on her way back, just after twilight. Two men
decided that they wanted her favors she called for help, but I was the
only one who heard. Kharl shrugged. I stopped them, and she got home
safely.
Taleas raised his bushy eyebrows. You a swordsman, too?
No. They had blades. I ;iad my cudgel. That was the problem. Kharl
decided that the scrivener would get the entire story one way or the
other and went on with a rush of words. I didnt know one of them was
Lord Wests youngest son, not until later. Then he attacked and beat up a
black-staffer Kharl made the story as quick as he could, including the
assassin, and a shortened version of his own hiding out until he had
gotten aboard the Seastag. So thats how it all happened and how I got
here.
Taleas rocked forward and back in his chair. Tyrbel said you were the
sort whod do what he thought was right, without much regard for the
results.
Its been my undoing at times.
Doing right thoughtlessly can also be the wellspring of chaos/ Taleas
said ironically. You got that staff from the blackstaffer?
I tried to return it in Nylan, but the Brethren said it was mine. Its
helped at times, but Kharl smiled ruefully. I cant say I know much
about it.
Taleas chuckled. Youll learn.
Kharl realized he wasnt totally sure he wanted to learn how to use it.
Youll learn, or youll end up like poor Tyrbel. Taleas tilted his
head. The only cooper who might even think about needing help is Almard,
and that would only be for a few years, until his eldest is of apprentice
age. He would not pay well.
For now, I need little except for food, some clothes, and a roof over my
head.
That is all youd get from Almard. The others can offer nothing. Taleas
smiled sadly.
Is it just the winter? asked Kharl.
Life has always been harder here than in Valmurl. The winter is longer,
the summer shorter, but the fishers brought in good catches, and they
salted them and sold them. With the winter ice, they could keep the fish
almost fresh. Vizyns fish was prized everywhere, and that was why we
once had so many coopers. Then the fish disappeared from the Winter
Banks. The only sources of coins left are the timber, and some of the
hard coal, but theres getting to be less and less of that. Taleas
shrugged. Were I younger but I have some coins laid by, and Elmaria
gets some rents from the land she got from her father. Vizyn has been our
families home for so long we cannot count the years. Where else would we
go? He offered another sad smile. Besides, in these days, one place is
much like another.
Much like another? In what way? Kharl drained the last of the warm and
welcome spiced cider. Are you saying there is little difference between
Candar or Reduce or Hamor or Austra?
Those that have the wealth and power decide. Here, we have a little
wealth. Elsewhere, it would be less than nothing. Have you not seen that?
Kharl thought for a moment before responding. I think that wealth and
power have always decided matters. He paused before adding, I would
worry more about how they decide. Not whether they decide.
Taleas laughed abruptly. Well said! Well said! Perhaps you should have
been a scrivener, or even a justicer.
Im a carpenter whos been a cooper, and hopes to be one again.
Nothing more.
I fear, friend Kharl, that is your problem. Tyrbel wrote as much, and in
but a few words, I can attest to what he wrote. For a cooper or a
carpenter, you think too much. And you think too deeply, and you are
inclined to act on what you believe. If you do not act, those actions you
do not take will eat you from within. If you do act, those in power will
eat you from without.
You make my plight seem hopeless, Kharl observed.
Difficult, certainly, Taleas agreed.
Just how would you suggest that I escape this situation? asked Kharl,
in spite of the fact that he was certain he would not like the reply.
You must obtain wealth or power, or obtain the protection of one who has
them.
Ah just obtain wealth and power, or a friend who has both Kharl shook
his head. I fear I will have trouble even finding a cooper to take me
on.
You may indeed, Taleas said agreeably. Perhaps I have said too much.
That is a failing of those of us who have grown old.
You are doubtless right about the cure to my situation, but the cure
seems as hopeless as the situation, Kharl replied. I thank you for your
hospitality, but I should be finding Almard.
Taleas rose from his chair. That should not be difficult. He is well
outside the town. Just follow this road until you come to the mill. His
house and shop are on the other side of the road from the mill. I would
judge it is two kays.
Kharl stood and reclaimed his pack and staff. I wish I had brought
better news. i
You brought news in good faith, and you stood by Tyrbel as best you
could. That is rare in any times, but rarer still in these. Taleas
paused. Just a moment. He scurried from the room, moving more quickly
than Kharl had thought he might for a man of his age and bulk, returning
almost immediately, extending a pair of worn but still well-stitched and
fleece-lined leather gloves. These were once a friends, and they were
left to me. He held up a small and wiry hand. As you can see, they are
far too large for me, but they will do you good, and do me none.
I could not take your
Taleas pointed to his belt and the heavy gloves stuffed there. I have
good gloves.
Thank you. I appreciate your kindness. Kharl decided that to refuse the
gloves would be but a gesture, and a foolish one. I do. I would that I
could repay you in some fashion.
Oh you will. You already have in a way. Now pull up the collar of your
jacket to shield your ears, Taleas added as he escorted Kharl back to
the front door.
Kharl did so.
Give Almard my best, not that hell care, but it wont hurt. Taleas
opened the door.
Thank you. Kharl stepped outside and bowed to the scrivener.
Do what you can, young fellow. All I ask. Taleas smiled and closed the
door.
As Kharl headed out the road that led from Vizyn, he pondered the
scriveners words about one place being much like another. Was that
because people were alike? Somehow, those words went with what the druids
had said to him, although he would have to think over why that might be
so. He also had not considered himself a young fellow, but compared to
Taleas, he was.
By the time he had covered the two kays on the snow-packed and chill road
and reached the mill, clearly shut down for the winter, he was especially
grateful to Taleas for the gloves. Without them, his hands would have
been blocks of ice.
Almard had a cottage much like that of Taleas, with a barnlike shop
attached to the left side of the cottage by an enclosed walkway. The
walkway was half-buried in snow piled therepresumably from clearing the
space in front of the shops loading dock, although Kharl only saw a
single set of wagon tracks in the packed snow.
He walked to the workroom door and rapped, once. After a moment, he
rapped again.
Come on in, and close the door, if you would.
Kharl stamped his boots clear of snow and stepped inside. Once there, he
surveyed the work space, which looked as though it had indeed once been a
barn. While Kharls breath did not steam, the cooperage was still chill,
and only a handful of barrels were stacked inside, just behind the
loading doors. The forge that had been added later, to the right side
of the barn, was cold, and had been for a time. A single cylindrical iron
stove sat in the middle of the work space. Kharl could feel the heat, but
he was distracted slightly to realize that the stove was not a true
cylinder, but had six vertical sides. Hed never seen a stove shaped like
that.
Almard stepped toward the door. The cooper was a heavy man, just a shade
shorter than Kharl, but carrying a good two stone more than the
carpenter. What can I do for you? Although the words were hearty
enough, Kharl could sense a falseness behind them.
Taleas sends his best, Kharl began. He said I might stop and see
you.
You be needing some cooperage? Interest sparked in the eyes of
the heavier man.
I was wondering if you could use an assistant cooper. He said that
you might.
Not hardly. Not any more n hed need another scrivener. Not with the
heart of winter comin on.
I heard there was good fishing here, even in winter, Kharl suggested.
Used to be. No more. Whyd you think thered be any place here? Not
enough work for those of us still left.
Id heard about Vizyn a while back, Kharl replied. It took some
time to get here.
Waste a that time, you ask me. Almard gestured toward the barrels by
the loading dock. Thats what I got for the last two eightdays, and
theyre still waitin.
Im sorry. Kharl nodded. The best of fortune to you. He stepped back
and opened the door.
Almard did not say a word as Kharl stepped back into the afternoon chill,
closing the door behind him.
After taking a deep, slow breath, Kharl headed back toward the harbor.
While he had not checked with any other coopers, it was clear enough from
what he had seen of Vizyn that it was not the place for him. So he might
as well tell Herana or whoever was on watch on the Southshield that hed
need the return passage to Valmurl. It was also clear that hed spent
almost a gold on nothing.
He winced within the winter jacket at that thought.
LXX
After leaving his pack and staff in the cabin on the Southshield, and
paying a few coppers extra to be able to sleep on board that night, Kharl
had turned around and walked back to the White Deer for an early supper.
Behind him a crew of men used a short crane to swing lengths of planks
from heavy wagons on the pier to the ship.
The clouds had not lifted, and the streets were hard, either with cold
cobblestones, or clay frozen just as solid. A few stray flakes of snow
fluttered down around Kharl, but they had stopped by the time he reached
the inn.
A woman in a heavy gray tunic and trousers met Kharl as he entered the
White Deer and stood in the archway to the public room. Ale or food or
both?
Both.
Got a small table at the side. Early enough you can have it to yourself.
Thank you. Kharl followed her.
The public room of the inn was close, but warm, with heat oozing out from
the hearth on one side of the room and the large iron stove on the other.
There were close to a half score of tables, most of them long and narrow,
but there were three smaller tables against the outside wall, and the
server led Kharl to the one closest to the hearth, for which he was
grateful. His feet were cold, almost numb.
What do you have?
Not much choice tonight, fellow. Got fowl pie or stew. Three coppers,
either way.
Which is better?
Most times, the fowl pie. Id go for the stew tonight.
Then I will. Light ale?
Berks lagers better. Two coppers either way.
Ill try the lager. Kharl flashed five coppers, and the server nodded
and left.
Within moments, the woman had returned. Lager. Be a bit for the
stew.
Thats fine. He handed her the two coppers, and then a third. With a
smile, she was gone. He took a sip of the lagernot so good as many, but
passable, and despite the cold outside he was thirsty. Something hot,
like cider, would have been too cloying.
A group of men in sheepskin jackets entered the public room and took the
long table nearest to Kharl without a word to anyone. When the server
appeared, one of them just announced, Hard jack for us all.
Kharl took another sip of his ale, listening to the newcomers.
 been a cold one this winter a sows burden keeping the mill-race
ice-free
The cooper frowned. The mill hed seen had been closed. Or were
the men from a sawmill?
 already broke one of the bars
 coins though and theyre hard enough to come by now
 still cold as a lords heart
 say that every winter
Well, its cold every winter.
Laughter welled up at the long table.
The server reappeared with a large bowl, a spoon, and a small loaf of rye
bread, setting them before Kharl. He handed over four coppers and
received another smile, a brief one as she hurried back to the kitchen.
She reappeared in moments carrying a tray on which were five steaming
mugs that she set down, one after the other, before the men at the long
table.
Thats a lass!
Kharl took a small mouthful of the stew. It was thick, tasty, and only
slightly overpeppered, and the vegetables actually had not been cooked to
mush. The bread was still warm, if slightly dry. Still, it was the best
meal hed had in days. After several mouthfuls, he began to pick up on
the conversation at the long table once more.
 hear about what happened to Heyols cousin down in Gyran? The
innkeeper well, he was an innkeeper till they hung him
 for what?
 for nothing magistrate there strung him up for some law no one ever
heard of He never studied no books to be a magistrate just got the job
cause Lord Estloch liked him. Justice what he thinks it is
 better than they got in Elkyn magistrate there hung a fellow for
puttin lead in his wine said it was poison
 nothin anywhere that says that
 just wanted wine to taste better who could blame him for that? hung
him anyway.
Kharl frowned. Tyrbel had told him something about that years back, about
how powdered lead made wine taste better, but how too much of it was a
poison that drove men mad if they drank it too much and too often.
 whos he to hang an innkeeper for some fool law no one ever heard of?
Magistrates and justicers just tools for the lords and them with coins
 be good to have a justicer understood people, not coins
Kharl had to wonder about that. From what hed seen, most people didnt
want to be understood. They wanted to do what they wanted to do, whether
or not others got hurt. He took another swallow of ale from the mug.
 save that kinda dreams for hot nights in summer
 hot nights not gonna happen not here, not there, not anywhere
Another burst of laughter rose from the table beside Kharl.
Before long, he would head back to the Southshield. There wasnt anything
else he wanted to do or anyone else to see in Vizyn. Of that he was
certain.
Carpenter and Mage
LXXI
The voyage back from Vizyn to Valmurl was swifter, but colder and
rougher, than the trip north to Vizyn had been, and Kharl was more than
elad when the Southshield finally tied up at the pier in the harbor at
Valmurl late on a cloudy fourday afternoon.
Herana stood by the railing as Kharl neared the gangway. You going back
to the Seastag?
Kharl grinned sheepishly. If Captain Hagenll take me back.
Id wager he will. Herana offered a broad smile, one that carried a
trace of laughter in her gray eyes, and took away the lines in her narrow
face.
Lets hope youre right. Kharl returned the smile and, staff in hand
and pack on his back, headed down the gangway.
Valmurl didnt feel all that much warmer than Vizyn. Was winter that cold
in all of Austra? Kharl glanced at the warm gloves Taleas had given him,
and for which he remained most grateful. He owed Taleas something, both
for his honesty and the gloves, but how, and with what, could he repay
the scrivener? Taleas had said Kharl had repaid him and would again, but
hed never explained, and Kharl hadnt asked. A sense of sadness passed
through him as he thought of another scrivener. He continued to make his
way down the pier toward the harbor way.
You! With the staff!
Kharl turned.
Three men in yellow-and-black tunicsuniforms of some sort stood on the
stone causeway at the shoreward end of the pier. The shorter armsman on
the right pointed at Kharl. Best get back on whatever ship you came in
on.
Kharl forced himself to look at the lead armsman directly, but openly,
and not with hostility, despite the anger in the mans voice. The fellow
had no hint of chaos, and Kharl did his best to project directness and
honesty as he replied. Im a carpenter on the Seastag. I went to see
friends while the ship was in refit.
Whos the master?
Hagens the captain, Furwyls the first
Get back out to the refit yard then, and, if you know whats good for
you, dont carry a dark staff like that, not now.
Yes, ser. I will, ser, but I was traveling, and a staff helps Kharl
paused as he realized that there were more of the uniformed armsmer
everywhere. Whats happened? When I left
Lord Estloch was murdered, thats what.
Oh thats not good.
Worse n that. Be on your way. The words were gruff, but no longer
hostile. And get that staff put aside soon as you can.
Yes, ser, Kharl replied politely, wondering why the guard had backed
down so quickly. Then, he was glad the man had.
He made his way northward toward the street he thought led to the refit
yards. Hed only been in that part of the harbor once before, seeking out
Chalart to see about a position as a cooper. Had it only been little more
than an eightday before? It seemed longer. Once he was away from the main
part of the harbor, he saw no more guards in uniform, but there were few
people out and about, fewer than he would have thought just from the cold
weather and the chill wind.
When he reached the refit yard, Kharl stopped short of the single pier
and looked northwest. It was easy to pick out the Seastag in the last dry
dock. The other two dry docks were empty, as they had been earlier.
He made his way past the single pier and then along the edge of the water
until he stood on the stone edge of the drained dry dock. The ship was
resting on keel blocks and angled supports, and was also tethered with
heavy hemp cables that ran from the masts and bowsprit to bollards twice
the size of those in the harbor. Kharl looked down at the mud-smeared
stone base of the dry dock, then toward the gangway.
He walked to the gangway, but stopped short as Ghart appeared from a
small shed set short of the gangway.
You didnt like the country life so well, I see, observed Ghart.
They werent too interested in having a good cooper, just a cheap one,
Kharl said, knowing he was shading the truth somewhat.
Thats the way of the world, Ghart replied. Captain told me youd most
likely be back. Never took you off the crew list. Kharl didnt know what
to say to that.
Hes done that more n once. Did it for me after my first voyage. Been
with him ever since. Were all in the bunkhouse there. Ghart gestured
toward the low stone structure set back from the refit area, and
north of the warehouses and Chalarts cooperage. Need to take your gear
there, then report back here. He grinned. Tarkyn said youd be back.
Been saving some work for you. Were about through for today, but hell
still want to see you.
Kharl laughed. He was hoping Id be back.
That he was. Gharts eyes darted toward the southwest. Kharl could
sense the seconds concern. Whats going on? I saw armsmen all over the
port.
Someone murdered Lord Estloch the day before yesterday. Crossbow quarrel
from the woods while he was hunting. No one knows who. Hed disinherited
his eldest years back. Said Ilteron was cruel, and that cruelty didnt
serve a land well. People have been saying that he Ilteron, thats the
older onethat he was behind the killing, and that hes got an army and
the support of Guillam. Guillams the head of the factors council, and
most of the factors and crafters leastwise listen to him. Some even say
that Ilterons marching out of the Shiltons against Lord Ghrantthats
his younger brotherand the one Estloch had named as his heir.
Wheres the captain?
Hes in the Great House. He grew up with Lord Estloch, and Lord Ghrant
sort of thought of him as an uncle. Sometimes, hed advise Lord Estloch.
Thats what they said. Ghart looked at the dry dock. Were supposed to
be out of here by the end of the eightday after this one. Wish it were
sooner. Ship in dry dock is like a man with his legs broken.
Theyve got guards in uniformblack and yellowat the piers in the main
part of the harbor, Kharl said.
Black and yellowthose are Lord Ghrants personal guards. The Austran
regulars are black and green.
You dont think he trusts the regulars? Lord Ghrant, I mean.
Dont know as Id trust anyone, were I in his boots, Ghart replied.
Better get your gear over there in the bunkhouse. Tarkyn said youd a
lot of catching up to do.
Kharl laughed again as he turned from the gangway and headed toward the
bunkhouse.
LXXII
After a passable supper in the common room of the bunkhouse, a fair
nights sleep, and almost no comment by others in the crew about his
absence, except a few jokes about coopers, the next morning Kharl was
hard at work. Tarkyn had set up a lathe and a planer in a shed on the
northern side of the dry dock, a shed kept passably warm inside by an
ancient woodstove and surrounded outside by seasoned oak planks stacked
chest high. Kharls task was to rough-finish the planks to the
measurements Tarkyn had already made.
I thought the shipwrights were the ones working on the Seastag, Kharl
said.
They do the hull. Captains paid extra to have the whole hull checked
for ship worms. Problem is no one can afford to have every plank in the
ship copper-treated. Just treat the hull and main timbers. Turns out that
there were places where they ate into the interior planks. We get to
craft the planking for the sections bein replaced.
Kharls eyes went toward the timbers stacked high outside the shed. All
those?
Probably not, but theres a whole section in the main hold and another
just above the bilges in the forward hold
Kharl had to smile. Fairness aside, there were reasons why Hagen had
wanted him back.
So you rough-finish the ones for the main hold to size, while Im down
getting the sizes for the forward ones
Leaving me the hard work, Kharl joked.
Beats being a cooper without a copper to your name, retorted Tarkyn
with a mock-gruff ness. Should anyway
That it does, most honored master carpenter. Kharl grinned and offered
a deep bow.
They both laughed. Tarkyn was still chucking when he left.
Kharl had been working in the shed for well over a glass and had a goodly
sized pile of planks ready for Tarkyn when the door opened. He
looked up to see Hagen closing the door and moving toward the lathe.
Kharl slowed the lathe and stepped back.
Hard at work, I see, said the captain. Glad to have you back.
Yes, ser. Ive got some catching up to do. Have to say that Im
glad to be back, ser, Kharl replied. And I appreciate your kindness. I
do.
Even with everything Tarkyn had waiting? Hagens eyes twinkled
for a moment.
Even so. Kharl paused. Might I ask whats happening in Valmurl
with Lord Ghrant?
Hagens countenance turned sober. Its said that his older brother
Ilteron has landed an army at Bruel, and the highland barons of the west
have thrown in with him.
Bruel? Where the Hamorians could still send brimstone? Kharl decided not
to ask, not yet, instead saying, Id heard that Ilteron was a cruel
sort. Why would they support him?
They can accept his cruelty more than the rule of his brother. They
dislike the reforms that Lord Estloch forced on them and Lord Ghrant is
said to favor. Especially the right of peasants to buy their way out of
indenture. They claim that theyll lose all their lands because the
peasants will all leave.
How will most peasants ever raise that kid of coin? asked Kharl.
Hagen looked sharply at Kharl, then smiled wanly. Most wont. It doesnt
matter. The highland lords are used to being absolute rulers over their
lands. The merchants and factors have more power in the north and east,
and most wont support Ilteron because they feel that his rule will ruin
trade and factoring.
Are the east and west of Austra that different?
They are indeed.
Will the merchants and factors stand behind Lord Ghrant? Id heard that
someone on the factors council
Guillam has left Valmurl. The others will hold for Ghrant, but it will
be a hard battle because Ilteron has more than a few companies of
Hamorian-trained free armsmen.
Free armsmen?
Armsmen who serve the highest bidder.
The Emperor of Hamor is paying them, you think? asked Kharl. With the
brimstone going there, isnt that likely?
How would one know? I would guess so, but that isnt something thats
proof Hagen shrugged. The highland barons love warfare, and they have
waited for years to take revenge on the easterners and merchants.
If they are so warlike, how
They are fewer, and they could never long hang together, and when Lord
Estlochs great-great-grandsire subdued them, he stationed arms-men all
along the borders and stopped their raids. It was bloody, because the
easterners lost twice as many men, but Lord Isthel kept the highlanders
from getting enough food. After three years, they were starving, and he
marched into the highlands and leveled all their keeps and took all their
weapons. For two generations, he and his son garrisoned the west. Hagen
laughed, ruefully. Then the garrison commanders became the lords of the
highlands
Kharl shook his head.
Seems like what the fathers learn, the grandchildren forget, Hagen
said. Enough of that. Im keeping you from your work, and well need the
Seastag back afloat as soon as we can. He nodded. Good to have you
back. Then he was gone.
Kharl turned his attention back to the planer and the next set of
measurements. As always, he recalled his fathers maxim: Measure twice,
cut once.
But he still fretted about landowners who seemed just like Egen. Did
every land have them? What did it take to keep them from their evil? Was
greater power or violence always the only answer? Then he shook his head,
ruefully. Just what could a carpenter do?
Abruptly, he stopped.
Taleas had said that if he did not learn more about himself and the
staff, he would end up as dead as Tyrbel. With turmoil everywhere he
went, those words carried more impact.
LXXIII
For the next several days, Kharl and the rest of the crew worked from
just before dawn to after dusk. By twoday of the following eightday,
Kharl and Tarkyn had replaced all the damaged planks in the Seastag,
including several that Tarkyn had not realized were damaged, but that
Kharls order-senses had discovered. Kharl had been careful enough to
show the damage with a hammer and chisel, rather than claiming anything.
In the evenings, on a straight-backed chair pulled up under one of the
few wall lamps in the common room of the bunkhouse, Kharl had taken to
reading and rereading sections of The Basis of Order.
He was puzzling over a phrasethe greater the concentration of order
within objects, the greater the amount of free chaos in the world. At
that moment, the door to the outside opened, and a gust of wind whistled
through the room for the instant that it took a short and stocky man in a
brown cloak to enter and close the door behind him. The newcomer glanced
around the common room before his eyes lighted upon Kharl. Nodding, as if
to himself, he stepped forward.
Kharl closed the book, still holding it, and stood. Although he had never
seen the man, he could sense the darkness of order surrounding him.
Ive heard about youfelt you as well. The man was well muscled, if
graying, and his hair and the tunic under his heavy brown cloak were
almost the same shade. He pulled up a chair and seated himself but a few
cubits from Kharl.
Kharl sat down slowly. Felt me?
Bit old for a blackstaffer, though.
Blackstaffer? Kharl shook his head. Im not from Reduce. Im a cooper
from Brysta. Or I was. Who was the man, and what did he want with Kharl?
You cant stay as a ships carpenter forever, much as Hagen would like
to keep you. Sooner or later, youll do too much, or one of Lord
Ilteror/s mages will discover youre here.
An assistant to a carpenter?
Youre a better carpenter than Tarkyn is. He knows it, and thats why he
has you doing the precise work. Hes been around long enough that it
doesnt bother him, and it makes his life easier. The other smiled.
Why are you here? Kharl asked. Who sent you?
No one sent me. I came to see you, to offer you some insight if youre
interested. You should be, if youve got any sense.
Kharl still felt uneasy and off-balance. Why did you mention Lord
Ilteron? And not Lord Ghrant?
Lord Ghrant doesnt have any mages.
Kharl guessed. He has you doesnt he?
The other smiled. Such as I am, I suppose. I couldnt do much against
true chaos-wizards. My little tricks wouldnt even slow them down. Thats
why I stay away from the Great House. Id just call attention to Lord
Ghrants lack of magery.
What kind of tricks?
Each skill has to be learned. Most cannot be taught.
Kharl snorted. I cant teach coopering to everyone, but I can teach it
to those who have the good hands and the wish to learn. I dont see that
magery is that much different.
Its not. But the costs are so much higher if the student is
ungrateful. The mage, if indeed he happened to be one, rose from the
chair. Now is not the time or place to talk. If you want to learn more,
not that I can offer you more than a small portion of what you could do,
you need to come find me. Im in the Nierran Hills. Thats just northwest
of here.
You walked here?
Why not? Its only five kays, and I had to see who was creating such an
order-focus. Besides, I could use the exercise.
Order-focus? Kharl frowned and, when the other did not respond, asked,
Who told you to come to me, and how would I get away?
Just tell your captain that youre going to see Lyras. He wrapped his
cloak around himself and walked to the bunkhouse door. With a brief wave,
he was gone.
Who was that? called Reisl from the corner where he and several others
were gaming.
I dont know, Kharl said, then added, He said his name was Lyras, but
Ive never seen him before.
Reisl offered a cryptic smile and went back to gaming.
Kharl looked down at the book in his hand, thinking about what Lyras had
said about the costs of magery being so much higher than those of
coopering. After a time, he opened the book once more and began to read.
He found it hard to concentrate on the words or what they meant.
LXXIV
Dy midmorning of fiveday, Kharl knew he needed to talk to Hagen. After
three days of thinking, of evenings spent reading The Basis of Order and
learning little new from it, the words of both Taleas and Lyras had
continued to hammer at him. So during a break from working with the
lathe to turn shafts for a bench back in the mess, Kharl eased away from
the shed and toward the other side of the dry dock, where Hagen and
Furwyl were standing and surveying the Seastag.
Kharl stood well back, under a welcome and even slightly warm sun, with
the first clear skies in almost an eightday, waiting for the captain and
first mate to finish their conversation, hoping for a break before too
long.
 tomorrow the caulks set after that?
 timbers not as seasoned as wed like, ser, Furwyl replied. Well
have to watch that for near-on half a year couldnt get the best
seasoned timbers, not ones thatd take copper
 try for the first of the eightday.
Yes, ser. Furwyl headed toward the building that held the shipwrights
foreman.
After studying his vessel for a time, Hagen turned. You wanted to speak
to me, carpenter?
Yes, ser. Kharl stepped toward the captain. The other night I had a
visitor.
Lyras. I heard.
He said I should visit him, and that all I had to do was tell you.
Kharl waited.
Hagen laughed. That old devil! Maybe he does know something. By all
means, go and see him. Work in the morning and see him in the afternoon.
See what you can find out.
About what?
About anything. He wont tell you unless you ask.
He already told me that Lord Ilteron has some white wizards, Kharl
ventured. He didnt say how he knew or where they came from.
He never does, Hagen replied. With matters as they are, its more
important than ever that you go and see him. All I ask is that you tell
me anything you learn about what may be happening here in Austra.
Are you sure
Hagen looked hard at Kharl. You might turn out to be a mage. You might
not. If you are, well all be better off for it. If youre not, Lyras
will tell you that as well, and youll be a better carpenter for it.
Either way, Im better off, and so are you.
Yes, ser. Kharl wasnt certain that magery, especially any magery he
might learn, would be that helpful to others. So far, his actions hadnt
exactly benefited those close to him, but he wasnt about to say that.
Tell Tarkyn Im having you visit Lyras. Hell understand. Ill be here
mornings. If something cant wait, Furwyl knows where to find me.
Yes, ser.
Hagen took a last look at the dry-docked Seastag, then walked back toward
the stern, squinting as his eyes peered at the lower hull.
Kharl headed back to the shed that held the lathe and Tarkyn. Hed little
more than entered it and closed the door before Tarkyn stopped the lathe.
What did you and the captain talk about? Saw you with him, Tarkyn
observed.
I told him about Lyras, and what he told me. Captain said he wanted me
to go see Lyras in the afternoon, more than once, if necessary.
Tarkyn fingered his chin. Thatd figure, the captain being thought so
close to Lord Estloch and now Lord Ghrant. He cant visit Lyras, and no
oned think twice about your going. He chuckled. Even if its as much
for your good as his.
Kharl shrugged helplessly. What the captain said. Those were his words
Im sure they are. Tarkyn looked at the lathe. Best you get back to
the lathe so that this old man doesnt have to do too much by himself.
The gruff words were belied by the twinkle in the eyes of the
white-haired carpenter.
Kharl chuckled and took over at the lathe.
Still, he felt guilty about leaving the carpentry shed at the dry dock
not much after noon, but Tarkyn had almost shooed him out the door.
Captain has a reason for everything. Go!
Kharl went. He decided against taking the staff, but he did persuade
Ghart to let him take a cudgel from the weapons locker. He covered the
first few kays, through the streets and out the north road from Valmurl,
easily enough. Then the stones of the north road gave way to damp and
sometimes slippery clay, and he wished he had a staff for balance as his
steps slowed.
All in all, it was well into midafternoon by the time Kharl found Lyras,
who was outside a modest cottage of red sandstone, stone smoothed and
polished into an even finish, with a dark slate roof, glass windows, and
green-painted shutters and front door. The dwelling was long and narrow,
no more than fifteen cubits wide, but it ran back a good forty, Kharl
judged.
The mage was on the south side, pruning dormant berry bushes with a pair
of long-handled shears. Wasnt certain Id see you, Master Kharl. Lyras
took a last snip with the shears.
Kharl Im no master.
Word is that youre a master cooper, and you might be a master of more
than that someday. Lets go inside. I can have Zera heat up a kettle of
something to warm us. Lyras walked to the low front stoop, two steps
above the front walk. There he set down the shears, then opened the door,
holding it for Kharl to enter.
Thank you. Kharl wasnt that cold, not after a walk that had left him
all too warm, but he appreciated the hospitality.
A roundish brown-haired woman appeared at the back of the front room that
extended the width of the cottage.
My consort, Zera, Lyras said, before turning to her. This is Kharl.
Hes the one I told you about. If you wouldnt mind warming up the tonic
dear?
Ive already put it on. Zera looked to Kharl. Ive some shortbread.
Would you like some?
That would be most welcome if its not I wouldnt want
Zera laughed heartily. No you wont be eating us out of hearth and
home. Weve plenty. With a smile, she slipped through the doorway
leading out of the front room.
Lyras gestured to the pair of chairs set several cubits back from the
iron stove located in the northwest corner of the room. We can talk
here.
Kharl sat, and, after a long silence, looked at the older mage. Tjj
here.
And you want immediate enlightenment.
No. Id settle for a useful hint or two. Or an exercise that woulc teach
me something.
You can already detect chaos at a distance, and you can tell wht people
do not tell the truth. That is more than many who claim to mages. Why do
you wish to know more?
Kharl thought for a moment before replying. I dont know. I onl} feel
that I should.
So you can become wealthy and powerful, perhaps? A slightly ironic tone
colored Lyrass words.
It would be good not to be coinless, Kharl countered, but I have
enough coins.
Lyras nodded. So you came to see me without being able to explain why,
and you want my advice and help, but you cant tell me where youd like
this advice?
Kharl nodded, and was saved from having to make an immediate response by
the arrival of Zera, carrying two black mugs. She handed one first to
Kharl, then one to Lyras, and slipped out of the front room, only to
return with a small platter that she set on the low table between the
town chairs. Without speaking, she left as quickly and as silently as she
had entered.
Its a sweetened redberry cider, Lyras explained. Takes the chill off
the bones. He took a sip. Ahhh Then he reached for one of the oblong
shortbreads.
Kharl followed the older mans example and found the hot drink neither
too hot nor too sweet. He also had a shortbread. Its good. So is the
shortbread. After a moment, and another bite of shortbread, he looked at
Lyras. Why are you here? Outside of Valmurl?
Why not? Its a pleasant place, and far more comfortable than a few
rooms in the Great House. Im not that good a black mage. Youre already
stronger than I am, and youve had no training at all. Theres no use for
a weak mage in Reduce, and none of the lords in Austra or Nordla really
want any powerful black mages in their lands. The Emperor of Hamor just
uses mages up. He gestured toward the window to his left, the one
overlooking the berry bushes he had been pruning. I know enough to help
them produce and make jams and jellies, and no one pays much attention.
5Ometimes, Id go to see Lord Estloch, but I never knew whether Id done
more good or harm. He let me stay because a weak black mage is much less
trouble than a weak white wizard, who can still be obviously dangerous.
Kharl wondered about the wordsobviously dangerous. I saw a white wizard
once. He gathered young people, mostly girls, and when he was done, they
died. Not a mark on them.
Did he look younger afterward?
I dont know.
He probably was younger. His body had more concentrated good chaos, the
strength of youth. What happened to him?
He died. Kharl had said too much. But you must be from Reduce you
know so much
Ah, yes. I must confess that I was born in Reflin. My father was a
baker, and a poor bakery it was. I didnt learn a thing. Zera does all
the baking, and a good thing it is. The mage took another sip of the
redberry cider, then looked at Kharl. My talking isnt going to help you
much. Of course, not knowing what you want doesnt help much either.
I know what I want, Kharl said. I want to put things to right. Id
liked to have done that in Brysta. I just didnt know how.
What was wrong in Brysta?
My consort was hung for a killing she had nothing to do with. I was
flogged for trying to defend her and for stopping the lords son from
taking his pleasure by force with a neighbor girl. Another man was hung
because he told the truth about the lords son
Ah, yes telling the truth. Thats often the recipe for disaster. Even a
poor mage recognizes that. What else?
A weaver girl had to hide in a rendering yard because the tariff farmer
seized her mothers house and shop and tried to force her into indenture
at a pleasure house. That white wizardthe one I mentioned was working
with the lords son and killed young girls for his use, and no one even
seemed to notice.
Its that way in most lands. It has been more often than not, Lyras
pointed out. Why should it be different in yours?
It should be better everywhere, but a man wants to see things better
where he was raised.
Not all men. Not even most men.
Im not most men.
No. Youre not. Lyras laughed. Become a justicer. That way you can
change some of those things.
A cooper? As a justicer?
Havent you ever heard of the Justicers Challenge? All the world knows
about it. Its a practice thats only accepted here and in Nordla.
Ive heard of it, Kharl admitted. Didnt seem like something for a
cooper.
Its seldom used. The older man laughed again. Thats because no one
dares. Failure means that the challenger suffers the fate of the
accusedthe punishment of each of the five accused comprising the
challenge. Lyras took another sip from his mug. Forget about that now.
What you really need is some exercises that will help you understand what
power you may have and the limits of that power.
Kharl managed to refrain from saying that hed already said that.
I have several suggestions, Lyras went on. Some order-mages are
weather mages. There is a way to tell if you have that talent. Take a
kettle and put it on a hot stove. Watch the steam. Try to move the cloud
of steam around. It works better in a cold room
Steam and weather?
Oh clouds are made up of water, like steam. Where do you think the rain
comes from? Then, others are healers. Serious wounds create an angry
reddish feel within them. If you can sense and remove that kind of chaos
thats what a healer is.
An exercise? asked Kharl.
There arent any that I know of. Oh if you can study small animals with
your senses, and feel how order works in them, that might help. Ive
heard that there are earth mages, who can sense the flow of order and
chaos in the ground beneath, and some of them are smiths. As a cooper
maybe you come by that naturally. In hot metal right from the forge
fire, the order bonds are weaker, and chaos is, well, more fluidthats
how the black engineers on Reduce make all that black iron another
trick, really only a trick is to use your senses to let light flow
around you. Light flows like water in a way, you know. Unless youre very
good with order-sensing whats around you, youll be blind, but sometimes
its useful not to be seen never could do that one myself, but Ive seen
it done
Kharl continued to listen, feeling that, perhaps for the first time, he
was getting an idea of what order-magery was all aboutor rather the
feeling, beyond words on the pages of The Basis of Order, that what the
words had hinted at could actually be accomplished.
 Now theres one last thing. About that staff. There was a reason why
they wouldnt take that back, one that they didnt tell you. You need to
look up a phrase in The Basis of Order. You have a copy, dont you?
Yes, Kharl admitted grudgingly.
Theres a phrase in there about staffs, blackstaffs. Its important and
thats probably more than I should have said, and dont ask me more.
Why not? Kharl asked bluntly.
Because its something you have to find, or it wont mean anything. Tell
it to someone directly it never works. Already, I may have told you too
much.
How could anyone be told too much? But then hed tried to tell his boys
things, and theyd had to learn for themselves. Thank you. Kharl
paused, trying to make sure he remembered everything that Lyras had said.
Why did the Emperor of Hamor send chaos-mages, and not order mages?
Im scarcely the emperor, Lyras pointed out. But Id guess thats
because comparatively weak chaos-wizards can create much destruction, and
there werent any strong order-mages here.
Kharl didnt quite understand the connection, and it must have shown on
his face.
Oh you dont see. But then, how would you know? Lyras shook his head.
Because black mages serve order, they preserve and strengthen ties and
forces. So a strong order-mage couldnt throw free chaos at a white
wizard, but he could walk through all that chaos with his order shields
and strike one blow with a staff or something not a bladeand destroy
the white wizard. But the emperor didnt think there were any
order-mages in Austra.
So the mages he sent to support Lord Ilteron
Ilteron is only a hill baron. His sire couldnt strip him of his hill
lands in the Shiltons, much as he would have liked to. Ilterons been
building his own personal guards for years. Lord Estloch chose to ignore
that, although I warned him.
Why does everyone think Ilteron was behind the lords death?
Lyras snorted. The timing, for one thing. Lord Ghrant reached his
majority last year. If Estloch had been killed before that, there would
have been a regency, and doubtless wiser heads, such as Hagen and
Lady Renyra, would have been on the regency council. Lord Ghrants
inexperienced, but he wants things his way. But he doesnt like people
arguing with him; he hates personal confrontation. Hes the sort thats
happy to order someone else to shed the blood, but doesnt want to strike
the blow himself
Kharl had his doubts about relaying that to Hagen.
And then theres Malcor. Hes been bowing and scraping all over the
Great House for the last two years. Lord Estloch dies, and Malcor
vanishes without taking his leave and reappears back in the hills, making
a visit to Ilteron. Also, Malcor is known to be excellent with a
crossbow.
Doesnt anyone else know this?
Several score, Id imagine, but none with the nerve to say such out
loud. Theres no gain in it. It wont bring back Lord Estloch. It raises
the question of why anyone who would state that didnt tell someone
before, and, should Ilteron succeed in overthrowing Ghrant, which is most
likely, it subjects the speaker to the loss of lands and life. So
everyone is silent.
Kharl understood that. He just hadnt thought that powerful lords and
landholders would behave in the same fashion as crafters, although, upon
reflection, he could see there wasnt any reason why they wouldnt.
You had thought lords might speak up? asked Lyras.
I had considered it, but not for long.
They speak out for the truth less than crafters, for they have more to
lose, and little to gain from the truth. Thats why no one trusts them,
and they trust each other even less.
Its a wonder that anyone speaks the truth, Kharl said.
And when they do, examine their words closely. Lyras stood. Its
getting close to sunset, and youd best be heading back. The parts of
Val-murl north of the refit yards arent the best in full night, even
with your sight.
How did Lyras know about his night sight? Or was that something that even
minor mages had? Kharl stood and set the empty mug on a side table.
Thank you. Might I come back when Ive had a chance to consider what
youve said?
Id not be stopping you. Lyras opened the cottage door for Kharl.
Until then. Kharl nodded as he left the stoop.
He walked quickly down the path to the road, then turned southward,
trying to sort out everything he had heard over the afternoon. He
certainly wanted to try out some of the exercises and tests Lyras had
suggested, if only to see what he might be able to do.
And he had promised Hagen to pass on what he had learned, little as it
seemed.
LXXV
he next morning was sunny, but the air felt damper, and Kharl could see
clouds just above the horizon to the northeast. Since he had promised to
report to Hagen on what he had learned from Lyras, Kharl found the
captain even before he went to the shed to work with Tarkyn.
Hagen listened as Kharl reported on what Lyras had said. When Kharl had
finished, Hagen tilted his head, not quite nodding, then tugged on his
earlobe. Lord Estloch had told me about the personal guards, but I dont
think he wanted to believe Ilteron had hired so many. As for Malcor, that
I can believe. He comes from the old line.
Kharl didnt know anything about the old line and decided not to ask.
And no one, not one lord or factor, said a word?
Oh, doubtless theyre all telling each other now that they knew it all
along and that they each had told Lord Estloch in confidence, but that
for reasons of his own, Lord Estloch chose not to act. By sunset, every
one of them will believe it.
Kharl thought he understood better why Hagen preferred the sea to the
Great House in Valmurl.
You arent that surprised, now, are you? asked Hagen.
No, ser. Id have to say that Id hoped for better, but I didnt expect
it.
Hagen smiled, sadly. Thats a good precept. Hope and work for better,
but dont expect it. Are you going to see Lyras again?
Id thought to, ser, but not for a while. Wouldnt do any good right
now. Kharl wasnt sure that another visit would help, not until hed had
a chance to try out some of what the mage had suggested, at least. He
also wondered about the mysterious references to the staff.
Thats probably for the best. When you do, let me know if you find out
anything else.
Yes, ser. Ill be heading back to the shed now.
Hagen just nodded, his thoughts clearly turning elsewhere.
Kharl was the first in the shed. Hed fired up the old stove and was
setting up the lathe when Tarkyn arrived, closing the door behind him.
So whatd you find out from Lyras? asked Tarkyn. Didnt want to ask
last night, not till you talked to the captain and not with other ears
around.
Ilteron has some white mages, and its likely that someone named Malcor
killed Lord Estloch.
Malcor names familiar. Dont know why.
Id never heard of him, but the captain had. Said he was out of the old
line.
Oh him. His father was the out-of-consort son of Lord Estlochs uncle.
The uncle had but daughters, and couldnt pass on the title. Thats how
Estloch got it.
Kharl thought he understood, not that it made sense to him. A son was a
son; a daughter was a daughter. Both were children. For a moment, the
images of Arthal and Warrl flashed to mind, and he swallowed, wishing
that he could have done more for them somehow. But there wasnt much
else that he could do. Not at the moment.
Anything else? That you can say?
There wasnt much else. Lyras talked about why the Emperor of Hamor
didnt send his best white wizards to Austra.
Thats trouble.
And Ilteron has more personal guards than anyone knew. That was about
it.
Wager thats more than most folks knew. Captain pleased?
He seemed to know most of it, except for Malcor. Hes worried about
something.
Course hes worried. Hes trying to advise a lord whos barely more
than a boy, and that lords going to be attacked by his brother whos
being supported by the Emperor of Hamor Id worry, too.
So would Kharl. Left unspoken was the understanding that Hagen was so
closely linked to Estloch and Ghrant that if Ilteron triumphed, Hagen
would lose his ships or even his life if he didnt flee Austra.
You about ready with that lathe? asked Tarkyn.
Furwyl had added another project for the carpentersa second
weapons locker beside the ladder to the poop deckand hed said Hagen
wanted it finished in the next few days.
Second weapons locker, along with everything else, Kharl said, half to
himself, as he made the final adjustments to the lathe settings. Thats
not good
These days, not much is, countered Tarkyn.
Kharl couldnt say much to that.
By the end of the day, when he left the carpenter shed, Kharl still had
questions swirling through his head. The clouds had moved in from the
northeast by midafternoon, and a fine cold rain filtered out of a dark
gray sky.
Hed really been too busy to think in any depth about what Lyras had
said, but the questions hadnt gone away. Although Kharl had not tried
it, not having a forge that he could use while not being watched, he
thought, just from his earlier efforts with iron, that he might be able
to forge something like black iron. What he would use it for was another
question. He clearly had no feel for what lay deep beneath the earth,
although he could sense life and patterns within perhaps a cubit of the
surface.
Kharl moved quickly from the shed to the bunkhouse. He was headed for the
mess and common room when he recalled the kettle test suggested by Lyras.
With a half smile, he made his way to the door of the kitchen area and
slipped inside. As he had hoped, there was a kettle on the huge and
antique iron stove.
Kharl stared at the kettle. While, with his senses, he could feel the
swirl of order and chaos in the steam that poured from the spout, he
could not seem to move it. He thought he could stop the steam, because
when he concentrated on touching the bits of order and chaos, the steam
cloud did not change shape, but he did not try that for long, since that
was all he seemed able to do and since he didnt want anyone noticing. As
far as moving the steam, light as it might be, he could not. While he
didnt know how, even in a general way, he doubted that was the problem.
What you looking at, carpenter? asked Yilyt, the ships cook. Watching
us cook isnt gonna get you fed earlier.
I wondered what you were fixing.
Got some kalfingood white fishhard to come by. Be frying that
up
Kharl nodded. To him most fish tasted the same. Thank you. He
slipped out and went to the washhouse adjoining the bunkhouse. The only
water was coldice-coldand washing was a trial, but Kharl had always
preferred being as clean as he could reasonably be.
Since he knew supper was still not ready when he headed back through the
rain that was changing to a colder and heavier downpour, he stopped for
just a moment and picked a leaf from the scraggly plant outside the front
door to the bunkhouse. He wasnt sure whether it was a bush or a weed.
Probably a weed from the broad leaf with the thornlike tips.
Carrying it gently in his left hand, he stepped into the common room.
Except for several riggers that he knew only by sight and name, the
tables were mostly empty. Kharl sat down at one end of a bench. He set
the leaf on the table and looked at it, both with eyes and order senses.
Even though he had picked it, there was still some sense of life,
although that was fading. Kharl could sense the way the order and chaos
ebbed, almost like tiny threads, notched or hooked at the ends. Almost
on a whim, he tried to link those hooks.
The leaf looked subtly different.
When Kharl touched it, it felt as hard as iron. He undid the twists in
the order and chaos that he had somehow created, and both order and chaos
disintegrated into minute fragments, a touch of white mist and one of
black seeping unseen into the air. The leaf itself went limp. He could
tell it was also dead, totally dead.
Somehow, he could make things so hard that they were like armor, but
doing so would kill anything living. He just sat there in thought for a
time.
Argan and Reisl slid onto the benches across the table from Kharl,
setting platters down. At the clunk, Kharl looked up.
Better get some. Looks good, said Reisl.
Oh thank you. As Kharl stood, he looked at the table for the leaf, but
all that was left was a whitish powder. Almost dazed, he walked to the
end of the mess line and waited for his platter, then picked up a mug of
a very poor ale, and returned to the table across from Reisl and Argan,
sitting down, and taking a swallow of the ale. He was thirsty.
What were you doing? asked Argan. We came by and you were looking at
some funny leaf. Didnt even hear us.
Coulda fired a cannon at you. Dont think youd have moved, added Reisl.
Guess I was tired, or hungry, Kharl replied. Weve been working on a
second weapons locker. Got the frame tied to the poop frames, and
well have most of it done tomorrow. If the rain ever lets up. Got
waterproofs over it now, but well still need sunlight to do it right.
Another weapons locker? Reisl looked at Argan. Cant say I like that.
Captain hear something about more pirates?
Maybe it has to do with the lord out west, the one thats rebelled
against Lord Ghrant, suggested Argan.
Say the Hamorians might back him, mumbled Reisl, looking at Kharl.
What do you know about that?
Some folks say hes got a white wizard and more personal guards than
most hill lords, Kharl admitted. Hes the brother of Lord Ghrant.
Brother against brother, and lords, too. Thatd be nasty. Be glad when
were outa dry dock, Reisl said.
Kharl just nodded. The kalfin was actually fairly good, firm under a
crispy crust, and the potatoes were less lumpy than usual. Think well
get back afloat by next eightday
 Hemmen or Brysta next port captain hasnt said Kharl didnt say too
much during supper, but tried to be pleasant and not withdraw into
himself.
When Reisl finished, he looked up at Kharl. Too wet to go to the inn.
You want to join the game?
Kharl smiled. Thanks, but I had a long day.
Just asking.
Better that I dont. And it was, for more than a few reasons, since
Kharl suspected he would have been tempted to try to use his order-senses
on the dice.
Instead, after returning his empty platter, he walked outside into the
cold rain and stood under the eaves of the bunkhouse next to the wall. He
studied the small puddle at his feet, just looking at it for a moment,
then taking it in with his senses, trying first to see what the patterns
of order and chaos might be, and then following them. He touched the
water, ever so lightly, with what he thought of as his order-sense. It
seemed to grow still, the way the steam had. Then, he could sense almost
what were little hooks on each of the fragments. Somehow, he looked, and
thought, and twisted the hooks so that they all locked together.
He almost staggered, because he could feel that hed exerted some great
effort. He looked down at the small puddle, and watched as water droplets
falling from the edge of the eaves splattered on the smooth unmoving
surface of the water. Had he turned the puddle to clear ice?
Slowly, he bent down and extended his fingers. The changed water was more
like cool glass, perhaps slightly warmer than the water had been, but
definitely not frozen. He straightened and then stamped his left boot
heel on the glassy puddle. The puddle was as hard as stone or steel.
Kharl took out his belt knife and bent down, drawing the tip across the
hard water. Even with the unchanged water falling from the eaves and
coating the order-hard water, he could see that the knife made no
impression, not even the faintest scratch. After a moment, he replaced
the knife and looked at the hard water.
Finally, he concentrated and untwisted the hooks of order and chaos. The
water shimmered and a faint steamy fog rose from the puddle as the colder
water from the eaves struck what had been order-hardened water.
Kharl was suddenly exhausted, as though he had worked at a forge or a
lathe all day, then run five or even ten kays. Hed wanted to try some of
the other things Lyras had suggested, but he was tired, far too tired.
Without looking back, he slowly trudged back inside the bunkhouse, past
Reisl and the deckhands gaming. He nodded to Reisl, and got a smile in
return.
As he continued down the hallway, past the rooms for the mates toward the
bunkroom, he could hear the voices behind him.
 something about him scary
 good man, Reisl answered. Youd keep to yourself, too, if youd lost
everything he did consort, children, cooperage
 sides, said another voice, hes the one found the friggin
ship-worms could be wed all be in the deep locker
The voices faded out as Kharl slowly undressed and climbed into the bunk.
The blackness of sleep was more than welcome.
LXXVI
On oneday morning, Kharl and Tarkyn were attaching the last set of hinges
on the door to the second weapons locker. The sky overhead was almost
clear, with a faint haze to the west, but a chill and light wind blew out
of the north with a dampness that cut through Kharls winter jacket.
Tarkyn stepped back and nodded. An eightday or so, and no oned
know that it hadnt been there from the time the ship went down the
ways.
Better that way. Kharl checked the racks inside and closed the door.
The hasp fit over the lock staple perfectly. He slipped the fitted dowel
in place to keep the door shut. Once they were back afloat, Ghart would
replace the dowel with an actual lock, but at the moment, no lock was
needed, since there were no weapons inside the locker.
Captain ever say why he wanted another locker? Kharl had asked before,
but Tarkyn had always deflected the question. Dont give up, do you?
You think I ought to? countered Kharl. Would you? Tarkyn chuckled,
then glanced around the deck, empty except for the two carpenters at that
moment. Didnt say. Not exactly. Said something about ports not being as
safe as they used to be, even Austran ports.
He thinks someone might try to take over the ship?
With what he said, the thought had crossed my mind. Tarkyn frowned.
Then, could be he didnt want to give the real reason. Could be he
didnt have one, except a feeling.
Could be, Kharl agreed. You going back to see Lyras any time soon?
I hadnt planned on it. Kharl offered a laugh. I havent figured out
half of what he told me last time. Nor had he had a chance to try
several of the ideas Lyras had suggested. He hadnt found the passage in
The Basis of Order about staffs, and he hadnt been successful, so far,
in trying to become invisible. But that could have been because he was
still tired. Or maybe he was missing something.
Mages are like that. Tarkyn paused. Youre getting like that.
Must be getting older, like you, Kharl countered. Reisl said he saw
you looking at a leaf in the mess the other day. Just looked at it, and
it got real stiff. Then, after a bit, just fell apart into white powder.
Scared him stiff. He likes you, but still scared him. Tarkyn waited.
Kharl almost swallowed. He hadnt realized that Reisl had been watching
that closely. After a long moment, he finally said, I didnt mean to
scare anyone. It was something Lyras suggested. Told me to study little
things. I did it wrong. The leaf was almost dead anyway, but I didnt
help it. Its hard work. I had to go to bed early that night. I was that
tired.
For doing that to a leaf?
Well I was outside studying the rain/ Kharl added. That was hard,
too. No one ever told me that even learning little things about magery
took so much strength. He was pleased that hed managed to tell almost
all the truth without revealing too much, and not much more than Tarkyn
already knew.
The older carpenter nodded. Heard that from others. Said that one of the
mages that destroyed Fairvenor might havehad been a big brawny smith
came back a skinny old man. Others never came back at all.
I could see that. Just the little things, just studying things, and I
felt so tired, like Id worked a forge all day. I guess thats why I keep
telling people I can do a few things, but that Im not a mage and might
not ever be one.
Tarkyn laughed. Id believe that, except for one thing.
Kharl raised his eyebrows in question.
Youre the kind that never gives up leastwise about that sort.
Kharl wondered. Hadnt he given up in a way about Charee, and about Warrl?
Trouble coming, said Tarkyn, looking over Kharls shoulder.
Kharl turned and watched as Furwyl crossed the gangway between the ship
and the edge of the dry dock and made his way across the main deck.
You about finished? asked the first mate.
Just did, Tarkyn said.
Good. Put all your tools back in the carpenter shop below, and the ones
you carried over to that shed. Then get your personal gear back aboard.
Were refloating the ship. Captain wants us out of here and ready to sail
morning after tomorrow. Were moving to the Lords Pier soon as we get
clear.
Mind telling us why, ser? asked Tarkyn.
Captain didnt say much, except that we needed to be ready to shove off.
Kharl wondered how much of Hagens urgency had been created by the
reports of conflict between Lord Ghrant and his elder brother.
LXXVII
Dy threeday evening, after two frantic and hectic days, the Seastag was
back in Valmurl harbor proper, tied to the innermost pier for oceangoing
vessels, the so-called Lords Pier. The last of the wagons that had been
lined up on the pier had been unloaded in late afternoon, and the cargo
stowed below. Now, the pier was empty, except for an occasional sailor.
But a handful of vessels remained in the harbor, and no others at the
Lords Pier.
Because the day had been warmer, and because the light was brighter,
Kharl had come topside to read and found a quiet place forward of the
paddle wheels. Hunched in his winter jacket, wearing a glove on the hand
that held the book, but not on the one that turned the pages, in the dusk
he looked down at the open page of The Basis of Order. He had read the
words before, but he read them again.
Order cannot be concentrated in and of itself, not even within the staff
of order, and no man can truly master the staff of order until he casts
it aside.
How could anyone master something that he cast aside? And why should
anyone cast aside something as useful as a staff? The next words had not
been much more help.
For order cannot be divided in two without its power being diminished by
four, and if it be divided into four parts, then its power is less by
another fourth, so that the total of all portions is but one sixteenth of
what it would have been undivided. Likewise, so it is with a staff imbued
with order for whoever wields it
Kharl closed the book. He would have to think even more about what those
words meant. He almost wished hed gone to see Lyras again, but hed had
so little time when he hadnt been busy or so tired from work and
from what efforts he had made to try to do more with his order-abilities.
Youre not tired now, he murmured to himself. Not so tired as he had
been, anyway.
He tried to recall what the mage had said about making himself invisible
to others, something about letting light flow around him, that light
flowed like water. But from where did it flow? Kharl glanced at the
western sky above the roofs and towers of Valmurl. Some light flowed from
the sun. Did it flow from lanterns or fires or torches? He had not found
anything in the book about invisibility, or how to do it. Hed found very
few references to light, and most of those referred to the chaotic nature
of light, how it was not ordered.
He paused. Hed tried to let light flow around him beforea number of
timesand nothing had happened. Lyras had said that becoming invisible
was a trick, but one hed never mastered. And he thought Kharl could? The
carpenter laughed to himself.
Still what was the harm in trying?
Could he try to order the light, use his senses to smooth it around him?
As if he were really not standing there on the deck? He just leaned back
against the chill wood of the paddle wheel frame and closed his eyes,
trying to feel or sense the light.
Nothinghe sensed nothing. Except something like a whispering white
breeze. Was that light? He tried to ease it around him, as if he were not
there. Nothing seemed to change, and he opened his eyes only to find
that he couldnt see. He was surrounded by blackness.
He swallowed and pushed at the light, and his sight returned.
For a time, he just sat there in the chilly dusk, breathing heavily and
holding on to The Basis of Order.
What had he done? Did being invisible mean that he wouldnt be able to
see? He tried to recall what Lyras had said. Something about needing his
order-senses? Then Kharl remembered. Youll be blind. He shivered.
He considered. Hed been blind, and now he wasnt. So what was it? If
the light flowed around him, and he needed light, even a little bit, to
see He shook his head. It was so obvious. He really hadnt been blind.
He just hadnt been able to see because hed had no light to see. But did
that mean that others couldnt see him?
Slowly, he stood. Did he want to try again? If he didnt, how would he
learn? But he also recalled that moment when he couldnt see. He took a
slow deep breath and tried once more.
The second time the blackness was just thatblackness, no light. He tried
to place where he was with his order-senses, and began to feel what was
around him. Then, carefully, he eased his way aft, toward the quarterdeck
where Rhylla had the deck duty.
He could sense her as he neared the railing, but he tried to make no
sound. She turned, then leaned forward as if peering in his direction.
Then she turned toward the gangway and pier.
Kharl slipped back forward and around the paddle wheel frame before he
released his smoothing of the light. He sigheddeeply.
Again, he was tired. Not so drained as when he had hardened the water,
but tired.
He paused. Could he harden something like the air he breathed? Into an
invisible shield before him?
Kharl stood on the deck, letting his senses try to feel the air before
him. For a moment, he just stood there, almost entranced, as he could see
the tiniest fragments of order and chaos hanging in the air. Slowly, he
concentrated on a square section of air a cubit before his eyes, twisting
the hooks of order and chaos together.
Then he reached out with his hand, gingerly. The air was hard hard as if
it were an invisible metal plate. He tried to push it, but it did not
move or give way. He yawned, and his eyes blurred.
He could feel his knees turn to water, and he sat down on the deck,
harder than he wanted to. Then, blackness washed over him.
Kharl? You all right, fellow?
The words slowly penetrated, and Kharl looked up at the shadowy figure of
Rhylla. Tired was reading. Guess I just fell asleep. He pulled himself
to his feet.
You look tired. Tarkyn must be working you hard. ^
Sometimes. Times, I just work myself too hard.
The third laughed. From anyone else but you Id call that a load of
sowshit.
Could be from me, Kharl admitted. But I am tired.
Best not to sleep on the decknot in port. Never know who might slip
aboard.
Youre right. Thank you.
Rhylla turned away.
Kharl reached up, trying to see what had happened to the air shield. It
was gone. Did that mean that it took his own concentration to maintain
it or that it would melt away in time? He wasnt sure he wanted to spend
the effort to find out. Certainly not at the moment.
He slowly headed for his bunk in the forecastle. If he were going to use
the air as a shield, he needed to become better at it, or the effort
would likely kill him faster than whatever he was trying to protect
against. More practice might help he hoped.
He yawned again as he stepped through the hatchway. He was tired.
LXXVIII
Fourday had come, and gone, as had most of fiveday, and still the Seastag
remained tied at the Lords Pier. Kharl and Tarkyn had spent the majority
of fiveday cleaning out and reorganizing the carpenters shop, in an
effort to undo the effects of the thrown-together stacks and lengths of
wood and the hurriedly stowed tools required by the hasty reloading that
had accompanied the rush of leaving the dry dock.
Kharl slipped the black staff into the longer overhead bin, still
thinking about the passage in The Basis of Order. Why was it important to
cast aside such a useful tool as the staff? He did not doubt the book,
but he did question his own understanding of the words. That should do
it.
Leastwise, gave us time to do it right fore we set to sea, grumbled
Tarkyn. When we set to sea. If we set to sea.
You think were waiting for cargo?
At the Lords Pier? More likely waiting for Tarkyn broke off and
turned in the stool.
Kawelt stood in the hatchway of the carpenter shop. Kharl got a visitor
here.
Visitor? Kharl couldnt honestly think of anyone. Arthal? But his son
wouldnt have even known that his father served on a ship, let alone
which one, and Kharl doubted that Arthal would have cared, not given the
way hed left the cooperage.
Second from the Southshield 
Herana?
Youre not thinking of changing ships? asked Tarkyn.
No. I dont know why shed
At the word she Tarkyn laughed. Even Kawelt looked amused.
Go on Were done for the day.
Kharl slipped on his winter jacket and gloves and headed topside, where
he made his way to the quarterdeck. Herana and Ghart stood by the
railing, talking.
 good man carpenter and a fighter a deck-stander guess thats all
right
 doesnt talk much about himself
Both turned as Kharl neared.
Carpenter, said Herana, were in port till tomorrow. Thought you might
like to join me for an ale. Ghart says youre not on the watch schedule
until tomorrow morning.
Kharl looked to Ghart.
Still dont have that cargo, Ghart said. Go have an ale. Just take a
look at the pier now and then.
Yes, ser. Kharl nodded.
See you later, Ghart, Herana said to the Seastags second mate.
Kharl followed Herana down the gangway, then drew abreast of her on the
pier. He inclined his head to her. He wasnt quite sure what to call her,
since he was neither passenger nor a crewman under her.
I was glad to see you came back, she said. Somehow, I didnt see you
as the type that would have liked Vizyn.
You were right, but I had to see.
You dont like being a ships carpenter?
I like it. Im not certain its what I should be doing.
If you like it, and youre good ?
Kharl laughed. Once I was a cooper, and I was good at it, and I liked
it. But, for all that, things didnt turn out so well.
Herana turned toward the open doors of the Crimson Pitcher. Kharl
followed her inside. The tavern was half-empty, and they found a table in
the far corner of the main public room. As Kharl seated himself across
from her, he couldnt help but overhear words from a table nearby.
 said the regulars being marched south going to let Ilteron have
Valmurl
 Lord Ghrant never was a fighter
A server appeared.
Dark ale, Herana said.
Lager. Pale ale if you dont have it, Kharl added.
Three for each.
Kharl showed his coins, as did Her ana.
Be back in a moment.
Ghart said youd had to leave Brysta. Was that what you meant by things
not turning out? Heranas voice showed interest, but was not insistent
as she looked at Kharl.
Something like that. Kharl paused, then waited as the server set down
two mugs before handing over his coins. Once the woman left, he said,
Board outside said two.
Everythings getting dearer. All the taverns are asking more.
Because of the fighting between Ghrant and Ilteron? Whats Captain
Harluk going to do with the Southshield  if Ghrant and Ilteron start a
battle here in Valmurl?
Steam off to where theyre not fighting, suggested Herana. Wait until
everything clears, then go back to carrying people and cargo where they
want to go. What else can he do?
Not much, Kharl replied. He took a swallow of the pale ale. He would
have preferred lager, but he wasnt about to complain about what he
couldnt get.
After another silence, Herana asked, You think things will work out
better for you here?
I dont know. Once I thought that anywhere would be better. Now seems
like people are mostly the same everywhere. Theres always someone
Kharl shrugged and shook his head.
You see that on ships, too. Thought Id get away from that by going to
sea, she said. Dont have as many folk, but theyre the same.
Why did you go to sea? Kharl asked. Not that many women do.
What was I going to do? Cant have childrenconsort near-on killed me
when he found out.
Kharl winced. Im sorry.
Dont be. Was a long time ago. Made it easier. My brother knew Harluk.
He carries a lot of passengers, especially in the summer. Helps to have
some women in the crew. Turned out I was good at it. She looked at
Kharl. You have a consort?
Not now. She was hung by Lord West for murder. She didnt do it Kharl
gave as brief a description as he could of what had happened.  and that
was how I got to be a carpenter on the Seastag.
Daresay you left out a lot.
Kharl nodded.
Your sons not real grateful, were they?
Dont think young people ever are. They know better. I did, too, back
when I was their age.
Is that what happened with your consort?
Kharl didnt understand the question.
Herana laughed softly. My problem. Everyone got consorted. So did I.
Then I discovered he didnt love me, just wanted children sons.
You couldnt have any. Kharl shook his head. No maybe I didnt want
the children enough. Was always trying to do more, bring in more coins,
so that wed have enough
Were you in love with her? asked Herana. Your consort?
The question was a shock. Kharl bit off a retort. Why was she asking? He
looked at her, but he didnt sense anything from Herana except concern,
and certainly there was no trace of chaos around her. Finally, he said,
At times I still miss her
Thats not the same.
It wasnt. Kharl knew that. He also wondered if that was why he tried not
to think about Charee much. When we were younger she was good-looking,
not quite a beauty, but she turned heads. I thought I was in love
Now you arent sure?
Theres more than a few things Im not sure about these days, Kharl
admitted. He forced a grin. Like why youre so interested in a carpenter
second.
Because youre honest, and when youre not, youre trying to be Not
that many men who are. Because Im either the one giving orders or taking
them. Because its good to talk with someone not on the Southshield.
Because whatever happens youre not the kind to be nasty She looked
directly at him. Enough said?
Kharl couldnt help but smile. Enough said. He doubted that Herana
would ever be more than a friend, but he had none, and certainly none who
had sought him out.
Ghart says youre more than a carpenter
Not yet. Im not as good a ships carpenter as I should be.
A roll of laughter from two tables away was so loud that neither could
speak for a moment.
 and if you think Id believe that, Lord Ghrant is as well-endowed as a
prize bull
 and your mother has whiskers tougher than iron nails
Kharl could sense the chaos rising around the table. He touched Heranas
arm  need to get out of here along the wall there
The two were almost to the doorway when the table went over and men piled
into each other. They kept moving until they were out in the cool
twilight air.
Kharl took a deep breath.
You knew that was coming, Herana said.
I heard the words.
You knew.
I had a feeling, Kharl admitted. Took me a while to learn that its
best not to ignore those feelings. He nodded toward the harbor. I
probably ought to get back.
She nodded.
They turned toward the harbor.
LXXIX
Jxharl had been back aboard the Seastag for almost two glasses, a good
glass after sunset, and according to Rhylla, no wagons had shown up with
cargo. Nor had Hagen set a day or time for leaving, except that he
expected that they could sail anytime in the next few days.
Because hed been so restless that he knew he couldnt read or
sleepespecially as early in the evening as it was, hed made his way
back topside and settled out of sight against the railing near the
bowsprit, warm enough in his winter jacket and gloves. He was trying to
sort out too many mattersfrom what he felt about what had happened over
the past year to where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do. He
really had no answers, not ones that made much sense, and what he read in
The Basis of Order confused him as often as it explained things.
The ale hed had with Herana had made several things clear. First, he
definitely missed feminine companionship. Second, he liked Heranas
company, but that was all. And third, hed lacked a closeness with Charee
for a long time, something hed missed without knowing it. Or perhaps, he
just had come to accept matters as they had come to be.
At the sound of hoofs on the pier, unusual after sunset, Kharl turned and
looked down and aft. A rider had reined up and dismounted. He started up
the gangway, and his voice carried. Captain Hagen! Captain Hagen!
Although the single lantern from the quarterdeck cast but faint
illumination, Kharl thought the man wore a uniform, but not the black and
yellow of Ghrants personal guards.
Kharl turned and moved aft, slipping around the paddle wheel frame in the
darkness. He decided to try to cloak himself by using order, and
concentrated on having the light flow around him. The dimness that
surrounded him turned into absolute blackness, and for a moment he
stopped, disoriented. He made an effort to sense his surroundings and,
more slowly, continued toward the quarterdeck.
The evening deck watchstander was Ghart, and he was talking to the
newcomer.
Ive called the captain, ser, and he should be here in a moment.
Sensing Hagen coming from aft, Kharl stepped back, as quietly as he
could. While no one could see him, people could still hear him, and Hagen
could certainly walk into him, and that would not be what Kharl wanted.
Captain, offered the slender man.
Majer my cabin? asked Hagen.
I think not. Perhaps aft and above.
As you wish. Hagen turned and crossed the deck.
The majer followed, and then, quietly, so did Kharl, several paces back,
cautiously, climbing the ladder up to the poop well after Hagen and the
majer. Kharl stopped less than five cubits from Hagen and the other man,
possibly the son of a lord, as well as an officer, Kharl judged,
certainly someone of high stature from his few words and carriage.
 would do almost aught to support Lord Ghrant, Hagen offered.
For now, what is of most concern to him is that you take his consort and
sons to Dykaru. Tonight, if at all possible.
That is a goodly distance, said Hagen.
He does not want them threatened by Ilteron. Where else in Austra could
they be more distant?
Or safer, suggested Hagen, seeing as it serves the center of the
ancestral lands of Lord Ghrant.
If you agree, they will be arriving shortly.
Under the cover of darkness. Are matters that precarious here in
Valmurl? Or does he fear that they soon will be?
Lord Ghrant does not want a pitched battle over Valmurl. If he wins, it
will be a meaningless victory, because it will destroy the city. That is
why he is moving south, and why he is making it known to Ilteron that he
is.
And what if Ilteron takes Valmurl and does not follow Ghrant? asked
Hagen.
The other man laughed, harshly. If Ilteron cannot dispose of Ghrant
quickly, he will lose. He is known to be cruel and unforgiving. He has
stated that he is strong and Ghrant is weak. If he cannot best Ghrant
soon, that gives the lie to his words. And he has already killed Lord
Bowar in a fit of anger. The longer the fight goes on, the more it favors
Ghrant, and even the highland lords know that. Ilteron will have to fight
Ghrant in the south. The southern lords will never support Ilteron, and
it was for that reason, as well you know, Lord Hagen, that Lord Estloch
disinherited
Kharl nodded to himself. It did not totally surprise him that Hagen was
called lord.
I did not wish to see Austra torn in two, and yet what I did not wish
has still come to pass, Hagen said in a voice so low that Kharl had to
strain to hear the words.
If Ilteron does not press the fight to Lord Ghrant, the majer went on,
eightday by eightday, the lords of the east, then the north, will slowly
come back to Ghrant, for he will not rule them with an iron fist and
curtail their powers. Ilteron will, and many follow him but through fear.
The Seastag is ready to set to sea, Hagen said. We will do what your
master wishes, and I hope that your words are what comes to pass.
In his concealment, so did Kharl.
What will be will be, and the right will triumph, answered the majer.
Of that, I am certain, returned Hagen, and Kharl heard the irony in his
voice. Let us hope that it is the proper right. For do not all men and
lords believe that what they wish is right?
There was silence from the majer, and Kharl could sense a swirl almost of
chaosanger, he thought.
Come, majer, Hagen went on. Relying primarily on ones cause as being
right is an invitation to difficulty and defeat.
I have noted, Lord Hagen, came the stiff reply, that those who are
convinced of the Tightness of their cause are more likely to persevere
and triumph.
Theyre also more likely to show scorn and contempt for their opponents
and to sow the seeds of future conflict. I have no love of this conflict,
majer. No good will come of it, only less evil. I support Lord Ghrant, as
I have told him to his face, not because he is a great lord, but because
he has the chance to become one, while his brother can only become worse.
The cool matter-of-fact words spoken by Hagen chilled Kharl, but the
majer remained agitated.
Ser
Enough. Hagens single word, delivered in a tone of cold command,
silenced the majer. After a moment, he went on. We do not live in a
world where all is good, majer. We must do the best we can with what we
are given. We have the better cause, but it is far from perfect, and to
think otherwise is vain arrogance. I await the Lady Hyrietta and her
sons.
Ser. They will be here shortly. The majers words were clipped, but
Kharl had the feeling that the man was still seething.
Still holding his shield around himself, Kharl quickly made his way back
down to the main deck before the majer, hurrying forward past the paddle
wheel on the starboard side. Then he released the shield. Even the
dimness of night was welcome after the blackness he had endured.
Kharl had always felt that Hagen was more than a mere captain or factor,
but from the majers reactions it was clear that Hagen held far more
power in Austra than Kharlor most of the crewhad realized. It was also
obvious how Hagen regarded Lord Ghrant.
Kharl had barely considered those facts before the sound of hoof-beats on
the pier signaled the departure of the majer. In the comparative silence
that followed, Kharl pondered whether he should head to his bunk in the
forecastleor if he could even sleep immediatelywhen he heard footsteps.
Thought you might be here, said Furwyl. Cold as it is, most nights
youre up here.
Its not that cold, ser, replied Kharl.
Im from Dykaru, and its a fair sight colder here in winter than
there. Anyway, captain wants to see you. Hes up on the poop, forward of
the wheel.
Yes, ser. As he turned and headed aft across the foredeck, Kharl
wondered if the captain had sensed his presence, or if Hagen had a task
for him because of the majer. He made his way across the main deck not at
all quietly, then up the ladder.
Hagen was standing at the rail, looking westward toward Valmurl.
Ser you asked for me?
The captain did not move for a moment, then turned. I did. Id like to
ask you to undertake a different duty for the next few days. Youd share
it with Ghart and Esamat.
Kharl waited. He only knew Esamat by sight and name, a wiry top rigger,
but the combination of the three was definitely strange.
Were going to have a passenger, a lady and her two sons, and well be
carrying them south to Dykaru. Shell have my cabin for the trip, and
Ill be needing a guard in the passageway at all times. Youre good with
that staff or a cudgel, and I can trust you. Youre also older, and that
helps.
Yes, ser. Kharl wasnt about to say no, not when Hagen had done so much
for him. If I might ask is this Lord Ghrants consort?
Hagen looked hard at Kharl.
Ser I dont know much, but I heard that Dykaru was where Lord Ghrants
from, and if youre giving up your cabin, and want a guard all the time
Kharl frowned. But maybe Im speaking out of turn, but wouldnt she
have her own guards? Maybe Im presuming too much
Youre not presuming. I keep forgetting that youve seen more than most.
It is the Lady Hyrietta, and she will have a detachment of guards. I
dont have the greatest trust in those guards, and they will be stationed
outside the passageway, but I want you or one of the others in that
passageway at all times, even when she or the boys are on deck. No one is
to enter the cabin, except her, the boys, their nurse, and me. No one.
Youre thinking treachery, ser?
Ilteron is famous for that, and I want to make sure nothing happens on
board the Seastag. Hagen paused. You and Ghart and Esamat are to be
here when she comes aboard. I also want her to know that only the three
of youand Furwyl and Rhyllaare to be in that passageway, but none of
the crew and officers except me are to enter the cabin.
Yes, ser.
Stand by somewhere on the decks. When you hear a carriage or mounts,
join the others outside the hatchway on the main deck.
Yes, ser. Kharl nodded.
Ghart will have a cudgel for youunless youd prefer the staff.
Cudgeld be better in the passageway, ser.
I thought as much.
Kharl climbed down the ladder. The engineers had to be firing up the
boilers, because he could smell coal as he moved forward, almost all the
way to the bowsprit, where he stood at the railing and looked out at the
city to the west, with its mostly shadowed shapes and intermittent
torches and lamps. How many people out there knew that their futures hung
on what happened between two brothers? And how many truly knew the
alternative represented by each? Kharl knew that he didnt. Hed heard
bits and pieces, yet he suspected hed heard more than most people. Was
it always that way?
Not more than half a glass had passed before Kharl heard hoofs on the
pier and the wheels of a carriage. He hurried aft to the hatchway leading
to the captains quarters. Ghart and Esamat were already there.
Esamat looked at Kharl and smiled. Even fore the captain said it,
figured you might be one.
Kharl shrugged. Surprised me.
Both Ghart and Esamat laughed.
Kharl could hear Hagens voice coming from the quarterdeck, and anothers
voice. Neither sounded pleased, but Kharl said nothing and neither did
the two standing beside him. More time passed, and then a group of people
moved across the dimness of the main deck, led by Hagen, who carried a
lantern.
Behind Hagen was an undercaptain in the yellow and black of Lord Ghrants
personal guards, followed by a young woman who had to be Lady Hyrietta.
The Lady Hyrietta wore a dark blue cloak and a brimmed hat. Neither could
hide that she was slender, if full-figured. Her dark hair had been
braided and mostly tucked under the hat. Slightly behind her came her
sons. The two boys were young. The older one held his mothers hand. The
younger was being carried by another woman, gray-haired, but not that
much older than Kharl.
Hagen stopped short of the three sailors, inclining his head to the lady.
Lady Hyrietta, as I explained, Hagen said, these three men will be
your inside guards. The tall one at the end is Kharl. Hes one of the
ships carpenters. He also cleared almost the entire deck of a pirate
vessel attacking us. The light-haired one is Esamat. He used to be an
assassin in Hamor. While that was several years ago, hes still quite
good. Ghart is the second mate, and he served a tour as an undercaptain
with Lord Est-loch. Hes also the one who killed Varrot.
The faintest hint of a wry smile crossed Hyriettas heart-shaped face.
You take your duties most seriously, Lo Captain.
I know where my duty lies, lady. Now let us proceed. Hagen looked at
Ghart. Youll have the first watch, Esamat the second, Kharl the third.
Yes, ser.
You three wait here. Hagen turned to the undercaptain. If you and your
men would also wait here while we settle Lady Hyrietta and the heirs?
The undercaptain nodded, politely, but with scarcely more than minimal
approval.
Kharl surveyed the armsmen who stood behind the undercaptain. There were
twelve, and they ranged in age from one barely a few years older than
Arthal to one close to Kharls age. The undercaptain was bearded and
graying, an older officer who had made his way through the ranks, Kharl
surmised.
Hagen returned shortly and immediately addressed the undercaptain. You
understand the arrangements. Your men will guard the hatchway here, on
the outside. The only people to enter the passageway are me, the
officers, and these three men.
Yes, ser.
Kharl could tell that the undercaptain was not totally pleased with the
arrangement.
Hagen offered a smile. No man does two jobs well. Your men only worry
about one area, and mine only worry about one.
The undercaptain nodded.
Hagen looked to Kharl and Esamat. You two best get some sleep. Youll be
roused in your turn with the rest of the duty.
Yes, ser.
Neither Kharl nor Esamat spoke until they were back on the main deck and
well back from the two personal guards in yellow and black.
The captain worries, offered Kharl.
Wouldnt you? With the lords lady and his heirs in your hands?
That I would. Kharl paused. Do you know if Lord Ilteron has any ships?
None of his own, Esamat replied. Leastwise, not that Ive heard. Hes
in tight with the Hamorians, though.
Wed better hope that theyve no warships near.
Not likely, and the captains a better seaman than any of them. With the
engine and favorable winds, no ironbound ship could catch
us.
Then wed best hope for favorable winds. Kharl hoped a great deal more
than that was favorable.
LXXX
Slightly before four glasses after midnight, Kharl pulled on his clothes
and readied himself to relieve Esamat. In the darkness, he took up his
cudgel and made his way across the deck to where two armsmen in yellow
and black guarded the hatchway to the captains cabin. Hagen was waiting,
as was the undercaptain.
This is Kharl. Hes one of our three guards. Hagen held up the small
lantern he was carrying so that the light fell on Kharls face.
The undercaptain nodded, and one of the guards stood back so that Kharl
could open the hatch and step inside.
The passageway was a good twenty cubits long, but less than three wide
and barely four high, so that Kharl had to duck his head to avoid hitting
it on the overhead. There were doors on both sides for the mates cabins,
and then smooth bulkheads for the last ten cubits leading to the
captains cabin. Esamat rose from a stool set aft of the last doors. As
the other man did, Kharl noticed that two changes had been made to the
passageway. A bracket had been added to hold a small lantern, and a small
watch bell had also been added where Esamat had been standing his watch.
The bell is only if we get attacked or threatened, Esamat said.
Captain refilled the lantern maybe half a glass ago. The rigger
stretched. Its been quiet. Hope it is for you.
So do I.
After Esamat left, Kharl took his position in the passageway outside the
captains cabin. For almost the first three glasses, except for Hagens
retiring to the firsts cabin, the only sounds in the passageway were
those of Kharls breathing and his own movements.
Then, about a glass before Kharl was due to be relieved by Ghart, Hagen
reappeared from the cabin that he was sharing with Furwyl.
Quiet, Kharl?
Very quiet so far, ser.
Lets hope it stays that way, but dont wager anything on it.
No, ser.
And dont hesitate to ring the watch bell there if anything looks wrong.
Anything at all, you understand.
Yes, ser.
With a nod, the captain left the passageway.
Kharl heard him say, Good morning, to the armsmen outside on the deck
before he closed the hatch.
In the next half glass, Furwyl appeared, as did Rhylla, then Bemyr, and
they all went topside. Ghart was obviously still sleeping.
Then Kharl heard a high childish voice from behind him, loud enough to
penetrate the closed cabin door.
Mommy want to go home dont want to be here
 be going to the summer place
 dont want summer want home
 well go home later. Your father will be coming to meet us
 want home
About that point, had the boy been his, Kharl would have gotten somewhat
more forceful.
Lady Hyrietta merely murmured something else that Kharl could not hear.
 no home
No! Thats enough, Kyran!
Kharl smiled. The Lady Hyrietta wasnt all that much more patient than he
was.
The voices subsided to murmurs, and Kharl studied the passageway, hoping
that nothing did happen on the voyage southward, and especially not on
his watches.
LXXXI
On the second day of the voyage, and less than a glass after sunset,
Kharl was standing his second passageway watch of the voyage south to
Dykaru. The seas were almost calm, and Hagen was on deck. In fact, all
the mates were somewhere topside.
The Lady Hyrietta and her sons were in the cabin. The nurse had left the
cabin a short while before, and from the silence, Kharl gathered that she
and Lady Hyrietta had put the boys to bed and that the lady was reading
or resting herself, while the nurse was on deck for a breath of night air.
After three glasses in the passageway, Kharl was due to be relieved in
about a glass, and he was ready for that. Standing duty in the narrow
passageway left him feeling restless and confined. Inadvertently, his
thoughts skittered back to his imprisonment in the Hall of Justice in
Brysta. Hall of injustice, he thought, wondering if better justicers
would have helped, or if they would have been run out or dismissed by
Egen or Lord West.
His lips curled into an ironic smile. People didnt really want justice,
not unless they were desperate. Even he hadnt wanted justice so much as
freedom. His thoughts were interrupted by a dull thump outside, from the
main deck.
Kharl stiffened, easing off the stool and grabbing the cudgel, then
turning as the hatch opened. He could sense someone outsidelifting
somethinga crossbow. That left Kharl as a target more vulnerable than a
grounded goose, outlined by the lamp on the bulkhead. He did the only
thing he could think that would help, using his Talent to bind the very
air into a shield, hoping that he was in time, and that he could hold the
shield long enough.
Clank! Thunk! The crossbow quarrel dropped to the deck, bent. The armsman
in black and yellow charged toward Kharl, his sabre extended and clearly
expecting a wounded, if not a dead or dying, guard.
Kharl raised the cudgel slightly, but stayed behind the hardened air.
The armsman thrust, his blade striking the invisible shield. The sabre
blade shattered, metal scattering across the deck and bouncing from the
lower parts of the bulkheads.
At the momentary look of astonishment on the armsmans face, Kharl
released the minute order-chaos hooks holding the air solid, and struck
at the man, the cudgel slamming into the attackers lower ribs.
Oooof The armsman dropped the useless sabre hilt, trying to dance back
and draw a long knife, but his steps were wobbly.
Kharls were not, nor was his aim off. His second blow was to the mans
knife arm, and something cracked. His third shattered a kneecap, and the
man toppled, slowly, sprawling onto the deck. The armsman did not make a
sound, but lay on the deck, writhing.
Kharl stepped forward, his cudgel ready.
The attackers good hand went to his belt, and then to his mouth. He
swallowed something.
Kharl grabbed for the mans arm, but with a second swallow, the armsman
convulsed. Kharl began to ring the bell that Hagen had attached to the
bulkhead.
What Lady Hyriettas head peered from the captains door.
Lady! Stay there and bolt the door!
Hyrietta did not argue, and Kharl heard the bolt slam home.
Within moments, Ghart and Hagen burst through the hatchway from the main
deck.
In the dim light from the small lantern, Hagen looked down at the
still-convulsing armsman.
I tried to stop him without killing him, ser, Kharl said. But he took
poison before I could get to him.
Poison? Hagen looked to Ghart, then back at the fallen armsman, who
gave a last shudder before slumping into silence.
He put something in his mouth.
He did something to the outside guards, Hagen said, his eyes darting
from side to side, checking the passageway. Could have offered them
something to drinkwater, wine. Both are dead. Poisoned, Id say.
But hed been with Ghrant for years thats what they said.
Treachery that has always been Ilterons way Hagen turned to Ghart.
Go find the undercaptain and tell him what happened. Then
take care of this one. Dont let anyone inside here. The undercaptain can
look from the hatchway if he insists.
Yes, ser.
Ghart made his way back onto the deck, closing the hatch behind him,
leaving Hagen with Kharl in the passageway.
Hagen looked at Kharl. He picked you.
I suppose he did.
The captain laughed, mirthlessly. Bad choice.
You knew they would, Kharl said.
I thought, if there were any treachery, that they would. Id hoped that
his personal guard would have been above subversion. I wasnt about to
wager the lady and the heirs on that hope, though.
Ghart reappeared. Undercaptains on his way.
Ill talk to the lady. Hagen turned and walked to the door to his
cabin, where he knocked. Lady Hyrietta? Hagen here.
After a moment, the door opened a crack, then more.
I need to come in for a moment. The cabin door closed behind the
captain, and Kharl could hear the sound of voices, but not the words.
Ghart looked at the body of the dead armsman, then at the deck near
Kharls boots. He bent down and picked up the crossbow quarrel, its tip
bent back.
He must have hit something, Kharl said. He shot, then charged
me.
Ghart studied the deck again, this time picking up the shattered sections
of the sabre. I suppose he missed with this, too?
Kharl shrugged. He tried to get me. I used the cudgel. Maybe he wasnt
used to fighting in a narrow space.
Ghart laughed, humorlessly. Well leave it at that, but I think Ill
just make sure all this goes overboard. Its probably better that way.
No one would believe I was that lucky, Kharl said.
Youre right about that, Ghart replied as he turned with the bent
quarrel and broken sabre fragments.
Before long, Kharl could hear voices outside the hatchway.
Poisoned bastard poisoned his own mates You want me to
believe that?
I daresay that Lord Hagen doesnt much care what you believe,
undercaptain. He knows what happened, and he knew it was likely
The undercaptain was furious. Kharl could feel the anger.
You see why the captain wanted two sets of guards? asked Ghart, his
voice calm.
 and your man killed him so we cant find out
No Kharl disabled him, but he wasnt quick enough to stop him from
taking poison.
You want me to believe that
One moment.
Ghart reappeared in the passageway. He shook his head as he bent and
grasped the dead armsmans tunic and dragged the limp form out of the
passageway, mostly closing the hatch behind him.
 face is blue
 poison does that better believe it.
Kharl waited, wondering if there would be another attempt to get to the
lady and her sons. Yes, he decided. The question was merely whether the
attempt would occur on the Seastag or elsewhere.
While he could hope that the attempts occurred where Hagen might prevent
them, he had his doubts. Whenever there might be another attempt, it
would be with greater stealth or greater forceor both. He didnt doubt
his own courage but he did worry about knowing enough to deal with
something that was less obvious.
LXXXII
Although Kharl and two others assigned to the passageway duty remained
especially alert for the last two days of the voyage, there were no more
attempts to attack either the armsmen or those standing duty in the
passageway. Nor did the ship encounter any other vessels, not any that
Kharl knew about, in any case. The seas had been calm, and there had not
been much need for carpentry during the short voyage, for which Kharl had
been grateful.
On a bright and much warmer eightday, one that was calm and
N windless, the Seastag steamed into the small harbor at Dykaru and tied
up at the single narrow pier that served oceangoing vessels. At least a
company of armsmen in yellow and black held the pier, as well as two
squads of lancers in the same colors. Waiting opposite the spot where the
Seastag tied up was a coach of golden oak, trimmed in black.
Wearing only a heavy gray shirt, Kharl looked beyond the pier, at Dykaru
itself, not quite a city, rather a town composed of clusters of
buildings, most of them with white plastered walls and orangish brown
roof tiles. The trees were all broad-leafed, rather than the evergreens
predominant in the north, and had remained green, rather than graying the
way leafed trees did in the colder climes. On a low hillside to the west
was a keep with light gray stone walls. The walls of the interior
buildings were white and roofed in the same tile as the dwellings and
structures in the town proper.
The harbor itself was empty of larger vessels, except for the Seastag,
and a handful of fishing vessels at the smaller wharf to the west of
deep-water pier.
From the foredeck, Kharl watched as the Lady Hyrietta and her sons
crossed the main deck to the gangway and made their way down to the
carriage. Hagen walked beside her the entire way to the coach, and the
nurse followed. The armsmen in black and yellow surrounded them. After
escorting the lady, her sons, and the nurse to the coach and closing the
door, the captain bowed and stepped back. The lancers and the coach began
to move, and then the armsmen on foot fell in behind.
Once the pier was clear, Hagen made his way back up the gangway. Kharl
watched as the captain stopped on the quarterdeck and surveyed the ship,
then turned forward and made his way toward Kharl. The carpenter waited.
Hagen stopped several cubits away. I wanted to thank you. I wasnt
totally fair, but I knew I could count on you, and there arent many in
the world so trustworthy.
I dont know that I am, Kharl replied.
In the things that matter you are. Youve proved that time after time,
but then, you probably did in Brysta as well.
Kharl had his doubts about that. Instead, he asked, What do you think
will happen?
Ilteron will bring his forces south and attempt to crush Ghrant before
most of the lords, landowners, and factors come to understand how evil
Ilteron truly is. For a moment, Hagens lips tightened. Doubtless the
Emperor of Hamor has suggested that he can spare wizards,
ships, and armsmen for but a limited time, in order to force Ilteron to
act quickly.
So that there will be a war that weakens both sides and leaves Aus-tra
divided and in chaos? suggested Kharl.
For a former cooper, you have come to understand matters quickly, far
more quickly than most of the lords of Austra, I fear.
Several times, you have been addressed as Lord/  Kharl said.
And you would like to know why?
If it would not trouble you.
Hagen laughed once. I am a lord, of sorts. My father was the
arms-commander for Lord Estbach. Lord Estbach was Lord Estlochs father
and the one who became Lord of Austra when his own brother died without
proper heirs. My father was gifted with the lands of South Shilton. They
are most rocky, fit for goats and sheep, if that, and without meadows,
trees worthy of the name, or even a sizable stream. For that reason, and
because my father was much respected, no one much cared about the
gifting. After my fathers death, I borrowed against them to purchase my
first vessel. I was lucky in my trading, and was able to repay the loan.
I have not borrowed since, and consider myself most fortunate in that
respect.
I dont think thats the entire tale, replied Kharl, but Id not ask
for more.
I was also the head of Lord Ghrants personal guard for a brief time, a
few years back. It was not a happy experience for either of us.
From what he had seen of Hagen and heard of Ghrant, Kharl could not say
that he was surprised.
It was not a position I desired, Hagen said, but Lord Estloch
prevailed upon me, and because of what I felt I owed, I did what was
necessary and as quickly as possible, and Lord Ghrant and I remained on
speaking terms. And there you have it, carpenter and mage.
Im not a mage, Kharl replied. I can do a few things that use order,
but Im far from a mage.
Hagen smiled. Youre hard on yourself.
Not any harder than you are on yourself, ser.
Hagen shook his head ruefully. I think not, but the passing years will
tell.
When will we put back to sea?
Not for a time yet. None of the cargo is that urgent.
Kharl nodded politely. It was clear that Hagen intended to see what
happened, perhaps even have the Seastag standing by as a way for Ghrant
and his family to leave Dykaruand Austraif necessary. You think things
could get bad here?
If theres a fleet from Hamor that appears offshore that will tell
you how bad it is.
I hope not.
Nor I, but my luck hasnt run that deep in recent years. Hagen inclined
his head. Thank you again. Then he turned and was gone.
Kharl glanced out to the west at the peaceful view of the white-walled
buildings of Dykaru, set against the greenery. After a time, he turned
away and headed down to the carpenter shop. With little carpentry to do,
he would try to glean more from The Basis of Order.
LXXXIII
For the next day and a half, Kharl and Tarkyn worked on minor repairs to
the exterior of the paddle wheel frames. The repairs were not immediately
necessary, but there was little point in postponing them, since the
damage would only increase over time, especially in winter. They also put
another coat of finish on the new weapons locker, taking advantage of the
warmer weather in Dykaru.
After completing the lockers finish work in the late afternoon, Kharl
had taken a break and stood on the aft part of the poop, looking to the
northwest, out across the harbor and the white walls and tile roofs of
the town. Well beyond the keep of Lord Ghrant, he could sense something
in the distance. He guessed that if he could have seen farther, he would
have seen or sensed a white mist, the kind that surrounded a
chaos-wizardor wizards.
You feel something?
Kharl turned to see Hagen standing by the wheel platform.
The carpenter shrugged. Im not certain, but I think theres a white
wizard coming toward Dykaru from the northwest. Therell be more than
one, but I dont know how many.
If so, I cant say Im surprised, Hagen replied. Ghrants
arms-commanderand most of the regular officersthought that Ilteron
would take Valmurl first. That never made sense to me.
Why not? asked Kharl, in spite of himself. Hed gain control of the
capital and the largest port in Austra.
Ilterons strength is in the west, and hes not that well loved in the
east. Why fight over a city that Ghrants abandoned? All he would do
would be to damage what he hopes to gain. If he defeats Ghrant, Valmurl
will be that much easier to take. In fact, most would accept his rule as
necessary, if not exactly welcome.
Even if they dont care for him?
The alternative would be worse. If Ilteron defeats Ghrant, he will
either kill him and his family or drive them from Austra. He will try for
the first. It makes matters much easier. Hagens tone turned dryly
ironic. Once that happens, what can the landholders do? Support someone
else and prolong the war and destruction? Even if someone managed to kill
Ilteron, and if one of Ghrants sons survived, or Ilterons, at best,
Austra would be looking at a long regency, at worst another ambitious
lord trying to seize power from underage and untried heirs. And that
would make it far easier for the Emperor of Hamor.
If I happened to be Ilteron, Kharl suggested, Id be looking behind me
as well as before. Thatd be more true if I won.
Youre even more suspicious than I am, mage.
As suspicious, perhaps. Not more. You must have considered that long
ago.
Hagen laughed.
How long will we stay in Dykaru? Until the outcome is certain one way
or the other?
Unhappily.
Kharl understood that. Is there any way you can help Lord Ghrant?
At the moment, I know of nothing else to be done. I have no arms-men,
only a handful of unarmed vessels. Well have to see what opportunities
arise.
If any do, thought Kharl bleakly.
LXXXIV
lwo more days passed, and Hagen remained onshore somewhere, leaving
Furwyl in charge of the Seastag. After finishing the paddle wheel frame
repairs, and giving the first weapons locker another coat of finish,
because it looked too worn compared to the new locker, Kharl and Tarkyn
retreated to the carpenter shop, where Tarkyn continued to work on his
scrimshaw, and Kharl read and reread The Basis of Order.
Kharl searched the book for something that might explain what he had done
by hardening the air and the water, but he could find nothing that
mentioned what he had done, not in so many words. One passage offered a
general thought:
Order is like glue, in that it links all together, while chaos is but the
opposite. Its power lies in separating and when even the smallest bits
of that which surround us are separated, basic fire and the heat of flame
are released. A chaos-wizard channels that fire and flame, and yet he
must use order to do so, lest he be separated from himself by the powers
of separation
So he had been using order like glue? Kharl frowned. It made sense in a
fashion, and yet, it did not, because no glue could turn air into a
shield against a crossbow bolt.
He let the book drop, considering. Nowhere in the entire book, he
realized, was there actually a description of how to use order or chaos
to accomplish anything. There were only insights, observations, and
explanations about the world or how matters worked. Had it been written
that way on purpose? Or because it had been written by someone who was
making discoveries as he wrote?
Wont learn how to be a mage from reading, suggested Tarkyn, looking up
from the scrimshaw.
I know. But I look for hints and ideas, and then I try to see what I
might be able to do.
Any luck?
I found the weak hull planks, Kharl pointed out.
Im glad of that. Wouldnt have wanted to swim my way to shore. Too much
work.
You can swim? asked Kharl.
Used to be able to. Was a sawboy, and fell into the millstream. Owners
son pulled me out, then taught me something about swimming. Claimed it
was easier than training a new sawboy every few eightdays. Really not all
that hard. Just keep your arms in the water and move em slow.
Thats all?
Tarkyn laid down the scrimshaw. Look. Youre floating in the water. You
lift your arms out of the water and thrash, and two things happen.
Theres more weight up over you, and that pushes you down. And your arms
arent doing anything to keep you afloat. The older carpenter snorted.
Everythings like that. Do it slow and easy, and you get in less
trouble. Flap and thrash doesnt work. You see an eagle flying-wings
move slow-like.
Kharl nodded. Youre right. Just hadnt thought of it in that way. He
could swim, but no one had taught him that way.
Most times, you discover something, replied Tarkyn, you havent found
anything new at all, just looked at the same thing differently. Its like
you see it for the first time all over again. He picked up the scrimshaw
and studied it. Then lifes like that, if you really live it.
Lifes like that if you really live itthe words seemed to echo, to
resonate through Kharl. Had that been his problem all along, that hed
never really looked at life? But did anyone? Really? Unless something
happened and he was forced to reconsider everything that he thought he
had held dear?
He looked down, blankly, at the open book.
LXXXV
On sixday, after he and Tarkyn had completed another round of minor
repairs, and when the duty day in port was done, Kharl decided to take
shore leave. Hagen had still not returned to the ship, and Ghart had
merely admonished Kharl not to stay too long.
Kharl left the Seastag about a glass before sunset and walked in the
empty pier toward the avenue along the stone wall that marked the edge of
the harbor. Unlike Valmurl or Swartheld, there were no guards or
patrollers on the pier or the avenue that fronted the harbor. He walked
alone, and that was how he often felt, for as a carpenter and a
subofficer, he was neither an officer on the Seastag, nor exactly a
crewman.
The second street to the right off the harbor avenue was wider, almost a
boulevard, and Kharl turned onto it, walking to the northwest, past a
cobblers, then a cloth factors, where all manner of colored linen and
cotton fabrics were displayed. The pavement itself was of oblong
limestone blocks, and with raised sidewalks on each side of the street
proper, but the boulevard was nearly deserted. At the first cross street,
he looked to his left, and saw a group of men in the black and green of
the Austran lancers. Two men in gray cloaks looked at the lancers from
the small porch of a silversmiths.
 do more good if they were out north
 dont seem to care whats good for Austra
 who does, these days?
One glanced at Kharl, then the other, and they stepped back inside the
shop.
Halfway up the next block, Kharl stopped under a green awning, turning
and peering through the open, arched doorway. With the high-arched
ceilings and the tables, it looked like a tavern or a cafe, but out of
the close to twenty tables, only two were takenone by four officers in
green and black, and one by two white-haired men.
An older woman appeared, wearing a brown apron over a tan shirt and
trousers. Yes?
I wondered if you were open?
We are.
Everything is so deserted. I wasnt sure.
Were open. The gray-haired woman turned with a sigh and, walking with
a limp to one side of the public area, seated Kharl at a table under a
wall arch.
What will you have? Lager and dark ale, and some redberrythats all we
have.
Lager. What about food?
Fowl with groundnuts and sauce or zatana.
Ill have the fowl.
After she limped away, Kharl studied the table, a wood hed not seen,
light like white oak but with irregulars swirls in the grain, dark lines
intertwined with brilliant gold ones.
Lager. The server set the tall green mug on the table. Three coppers.
Kharl handed her four.
Thank you. She paused. You off the ship?
Yes.
They say your captain is waiting, in case he needs to take the lady and
the heirs to Nordla or Candar.
Hes waiting, but I dont think thats the reason. He hasnt said.
Kharl offered a smile he hoped didnt look too forced.
Those in charge never do. With a sound halfway between a sniff and a
snort, she turned, then stopped. Be a bit for the fowl.
Thats fine.
After the woman retreated, Kharl took a swallow of the lagercool, but
not cold, and more welcome than he had thought it would be. He glanced
around the public room, taking in the arches on each side and the
paintings hung on the flat wall surface between the arches. The one
directly across from him showed an old-style, full-rigged ship under full
sail, with a spit of land on the right sidepresumably leaving Dykaru.
The one farther away, across the room and to his left, showed a
black-haired man lifting a large mug and smiling. The background was that
of the same public room where Kharl sat, subtly different, looking
perhaps newer.
Kharl took another swallow of the lager, thinking.
Here you are, ser. Thatll be three.
Kharl looked up, blankly, for a moment, his thoughts interrupted by the
arrival of the fowl, accompanied by some type of yams and a basket of
bread. Then, he handed over four coppers.
Thanks be to you, ser.
Kharl ate slowly, enjoying the combination of the mildly hot but creamy
sauce, the piquant taste of the fowl, and the crunchiness of the toasted
groundnuts. He wasnt that fond of yams, but dipping them in the sauce
helped that problem. As he ate, he listened to the four officers, using
his order-senses to boost his hearing.
 dont understand why were getting pushed back bastard lords only
got forty companies of lancers
 doesnt count the wizards cant fight fireballs, and cant use rifles
or cannon.
 retreating too much
 not for long. No place left to retreat
A laughbitterfollowed. Cant get any farther south.
Ilteronll go for the keep.
Better hope so
One of the officers stood. Time to get back.
 before we cant
Kharl watched as the four left. With an attack taking place, he had to
wonder what they were doing where they were. Or was that just another of
Ghrants problems? He was beginning to understandhe thoughtwhy Hagen
had not stayed long as Ghrants arms-commander. But since the four were
regulars, that did not say much for the Austran lancers and foot and
their support of Ghrant.
He finished eating, more thoughts than he could have counted swirling
through his mind, then rose and left.
Kharl had not taken ten steps away from the cafe or tavern before he
heard a dull thump. He looked back and saw that the lamp by the door had
been extinguished and the double doors closedprobably barred as well.
He picked up his pace on the empty boulevard although he heard no sounds.
Hed walked almost two blocks when the low rumble of iron-rimmed wheels
on the stone pavement echoed down the boulevard from behind him. The
rumbling rapidly grew louder, and was accompanied by a low moaning. He
slipped into the darker shadows of an alleyway, watching as the long and
narrow wagon rolled toward him. Through the
darkness, he could sense the chaos of wounds, and imminent death, and the
wounded armsmen lying or sitting in the wagon.
 gone too far
 said to take this road
 didnt say to drive into the center of town way past the keep
 what you expect couldnt find his way to battle without two guides
Better where we are highlanders less than ten kays from the harbor
 closer by now
Captain said to stay out of town.
 what does he know? Except about women
 girls too young to know real women
Kharl just waited, standing against the alleyway wall, as the wagon
rumbled past, down toward the harbor. Then, he stepped out and continued,
following it at a distance.
The wagon with the wounded had disappeared by the time Kharl reached the
edge of the harbor, and the harbor avenue was totally deserted as he
walked back toward the pier, so quiet that his boots echoed. The only
other sounds were the low buzzing of insects and the lapping of wavelets
on the harbor wall.
Rhylla was on the quarterdeck when Kharl made his way up the gangway.
Good to see you back. Captain called in everyone. Only missing a few.
Are we going to leave? Kharl glanced around, but the decks were empty.
Where is he?
He didnt say. Hes off again. Left orders with the first. Rhylla
looked more directly at Kharl. You know something?
The fightings getting close to Dykaru. Wagonload of wounded passed me
on the way back to the ship.
Doesnt look good, she observed.
Kharl could only agree with that, and he wished he knew what orders Hagen
had left with Furwyl, but he wasnt about to ask. Furwyl wouldnt have
told him, anyway.
LXXXVI
Kharl was aware of a murmuring around the forecastle, even before he
slowly swung out of his bunk on sevenday morning. He didnt pay much
attention until he was on his feet and dressing.
 first says theres warships off the harbor black-hulled ships
 lots of em
 black isnt that Reduce? asked Kawelt.
Hamor, said Kharl. Reduce doesnt send its ships in fleets, and
theyre usually invisible.
Frig muttered Reisl. Means were stuck here, maybe even get shelled
or boarded.
Or worse, added Hodal.
Unless we get a storm. Then theyd have to stand off, Reisl said.
There are some clouds to the east.
Youre dreaming, Hodal said.
Hoping fellow can hope
Good luck with that
Kharl agreed with Hodal. Hope was a frail reed against sheer power. The
carpenter did not say so, but washed up as well as he could, dressed, and
made his way out onto the main deck.
He looked south from there, but didnt see anything. After several
moments, he crossed the main deck and climbed the ladder to the poop,
where he stood on the port side, looking south and out across the Great
Western Ocean. Just on the horizon, he could make out black dots, hard to
distinguish against the gray-blue of the water and the grayish sky,
although there were no distinct clouds, just enough of a haze to blur the
sun and the horizon. There was a light wind from the southeast, slightly
more than a breeze.
Looking to see them? asked Furwyl, as he reached the top of the ladder
and walked toward Kharl. Its therefull Hamorian squadron. Ten ships.
Not a fleet, but enough that well be staying here, leastwise in
the light of day. They were closer in, earlier, but the seas getting
rougher. Wouldnt be surprised if we got a bit of a blow.
That would make it easier for us to get around them, wouldnt it?
It would. Thatd be if the captain were thinking of leaving.
Is he taking over command of Lord Ghrants forces?
Furwyl laughed. Too late for that. Lord Ghrant should have let him
reorganize em when he suggested that years ago. Ghrant doesnt like to
upset people. Weighs things, I hear, by whos upset. Sometimes, to do
things right, you have to upset a lot of folk at first. Less people upset
over time, but The first shrugged. Like a ship. Lay down the law fair
and firm-like to begin with, and hold to it, and you get a happy ship.
You tack to every little change in the wind, never get anywhere.
Kharl had to wonder. Hadnt he tried that in life? And where had it
gotten him? Run out of his homeland, his consort killed, his sons hating
him, and his neighbor and friend assassinated. Thats if you have the
power to lay down the law. The captain didnt, and Lord Ghrant did, but
Lord Ghrant didnt do anything.
Goes without saying, carpenter. Cant do much without both ability and
power. Ability can sometimes get you power, but without power, abilitys
wasted, and that can lead to ruin. Power and no skill leads you to ruin.
Just takes longer. Thats all.
You dont think Lord Ghrant has much ability?
Couldnt be saying that, now, could I? Furwyl laughed, but there was
little humor in the sound. He could learn, if he would but listen.
And Ilteron?
He seems to listen to all, and offers pleasant words. He heeds none, and
uses and discards all. The contempt in Furwyls voice was in stark
contrast to the more muted words about Lord Ghrant.
Kharl walked to the stern, by the port rudder post, thinking, considering
what little he knew. Ilteron had to have ridden south to attack Dykaru
before Ghrant had decided to retreat there. Likewise, the Hamorian ships
had to have set out from Hamor even before Ghrant had left Valmurl. How
did they know? Lands and lords didnt stake ships and battles and moving
lancers and troops just on guesses about where the enemy would be. They
had known. But how? Spying? Wizardry? What sort of wizardry allowed them
to see across vast distances and know what would happen?
He looked up and forward. Furwyl had left the poop.
Kharl made his way down to the mess. Most of the crew had eaten,
but Kharl managed to scrounge enough bread, and some cheese, and a soft
pearapple, as well as a mug of redberry. He sat down across from Hodal
and Kawelt, who were finishing up what looked like fried and salted pork.
Kharl didnt miss not having the pork.
You see the ships? asked Hodal.
Theyve moved farther offshore, the first said, replied Kharl after
swallowing a mouthful of bread and cheese. He thinks a storms in the
offing.
Told you so.
Captainll wait till its just right, and then well be off
 knows what hes doing. Thats why no shore leave.
Kharl had no doubts that Hagen knew what he was doing, but he was far
less sure that those actions included leaving Dykaru while the future of
Austra was yet in doubt.
 should have gotten here earlier. Cook had fresh eggs
 should have Kharl mumbled, his mouth full.
After eating, and the morning in-port muster on the main deck, Kharl made
his way down to the carpenter shop. His eyes lifted to the overhead bin,
and the staff, and the words of The Basis of Order came back to him the
idea that a mage could not fully master his abilities until he cast aside
the staff and the passage after that where the words talked about how
dividing power weakened it more than just in half
Carpenter?
Kharl looked at the hatchway, where Dasket, a rigger he hardly knew,
stood. Yes?
Captain needs you, ser. Right this moment. Hes in his cabin.
Thank you. Im on my way. Kharl had thought that Hagen was ashore, but
perhaps the captain had already returned.
Dasket hesitated, then turned.
Kharl followed him out and up the ladder to the main deck. From there,
Kharl crossed the deck and entered the passageway he had once guarded,
noting that the lamp bracket remained but the watch bell had been
removed. He knocked on the door to the captains cabin. Kharl, ser.
Come in. Close the hatch.
Yes, ser. Kharl opened the door, entered, and closed it behind him.
Hagen stood beside the circular table. His eyes were reddened, and deep
black circled them. How do you feel?
Fine, ser.
Im going to ask you something. Its not an order, but a request, and I
want you to understand that.
Kharl nodded, waiting.
The highlanders are about to attack the keep. They broke through the
regulars early this morning. Before long, its likely theyll surround
the town. Lord Ghrant will make an attack shortly, I believe, in hopes of
breaking them and driving them back. He has charged me with the safety of
his lady and heirs. I think you could help me.
Ill go, Kharl said immediately.
You dont have to.
You didnt have to take me aboard, ser. Whats right is right. I think I
ought to bring my staff.
That wouldnt hurt. We need to hurry.
Ill get the staff. Kharl understood that Hagen had spent extra time,
just to meet Kharl in private, so that Kharl would not feel influenced by
others watching, and it was another measure of the man that Kharl
appreciated.
The carpenter hurried down to the shop, where he reclaimed both the staff
and his winter jacket and gloves, before hurrying back topside. Hagen met
him at the quarterdeck. For the first time, the captain wore weapons, a
sabre and a long belt knife.
Kharl followed Hagen onto the pier, a pier that grew wetter with each
wave that broke against it, as higher waters surged into the small harbor
from off the Great Western Ocean.
At the end of the pier waited a small detachment of armsmen in black and
yellow, only eight in all. There were two mounts without riders.
Kharl had never ridden a horse. Hed seen riders mount, and he managed to
do so. He struggled to get the base of the staff into what looked like a
lance holder. Then he glanced at Hagen. Im not a lancer, ser.
Were not riding into battle. Were only riding to get there. Just hang
on to the saddle and the reins.
Kharl hoped he could.
The undercaptain and another lancer led the way, two abreast, with Kharl
and Hagen riding behind them. Kharl felt that he bounced more than rode
as the column moved at a quick trot through the stone-paved streets of
Dykaru, eerily empty under the hazy morning sky, with the horses hoofs
being the loudest sound, echoing off the streets and white-plastered
stone walls.
Were supposed to meet the rest of the company on the orchard lane
leading to the causeway, Hagen said to Kharl.
Kharl nodded, as if the words meant something, not that they did. He had
no idea even what the keep looked like, except from a distance. He would
have liked to try to see if he could sense the white wizards, but merely
staying on the mount took most of his concentration. Still, it was faster
than walking.
Before long, they reached the northern edge of the town, where the
dwellings thinned, and a parklike expanse of grass and trees extended
toward the ridgetop keep a kay away. Kharl could smell smoke, if faintly.
The park seemed empty of armsmen, except in the distance off to the
right, where a squad of riders had reined up, facing toward the white
walls of the keep. The lancers wore dark blue and gray.
Well circle to the west some to reach the lane, Hagen ordered, turning
his mount left onto a graveled road that fronted the park.
From the keep a series of horn blasts rang out, and there was the muted
thunder of hoofs, but Kharl could see no riders. He took a moment to let
his order-chaos senses feel the area before him. Almost immediately, he
could feel an upwelling of white chaos more to the right, beyond the
riders in blue and gray, who had already ridden northward, and out of
sight. There had to be fighting in that direction, Kharl felt, although
he could not say exactly how he knew, only that he did.
None of the armsmen spoke. The loudest sound was the clicking of hoofs on
the pure white gravel of the lane. Kharl tried to shift his weight and
came close to falling but grabbed the saddle and caught himself. He was
not an instinctive rider; that was certain. In less than a tenth of a
glass, the short column turned right onto a paved road that arrowed
through an orchard toward the southwestern corner of the keep.
From the right!
Kharl turned in the saddle to see a good score of riders in the dark blue
and gray riding toward them along a gravel service path in the orchard.
Somehow he managed to turn the horse to face the attack, but he wasnt
about to try to charge the attackers and try to use the staff at the same
time. He fumbled the staff out of the lance holder, hoping that he could
stay mounted while using both hands on the staff.
Because the others rode toward the rebels, Kharl was at the rear when the
enemy lancers reached them.
Several of Ilterons men went down, as did two of those in black and
yellow, and then a lancer in blue and gray was bearing down on Kharl, his
sabre coming toward Kharl in a vicious cut.
Kharl underhanded the staff, bringing it up from below the mans guard.
The heavy iron-banded end slammed into the lancers forearm, then into
the side of his face. Kharl reeled in the saddle, but struggled back
upright. The attacker lay on the ground unmoving.
Bringing the staff back into position, Kharl could only deflect the slash
of the next attacker before the lancer was past him.
Another riderHagenhad wheeled his mount back and rode past Kharl,
cutting down one of the attackers from the blind side.
The third lancer to charge Kharl saw the staff and tried to swing closer
to the carpenter to block the staff short of its most effective length,
but Kharl dropped the tip and angled it more from below, catching the
attackers sabre arm while he was still a good three cubits from Kharl.
There was a cracking sound, and the sabre went flying.
Then, just as suddenly as the attackers had appeared, they vanished,
except for the six or so bodies that lay on the gravel of the service
path.
Kharl found he was breathing heavily.
You wield a mean staff, even mounted, called out Hagen.
Not a mounted weapon, gasped Kharl.
We need to get to the end of the lane.
The six remaining lancers had regrouped. After putting the staff back in
the lance holder, Kharl urged his mount up beside Hagens as they rode
along the remaining quarter kay of the lane toward the two short stone
columns where the orchard ended and a grassy expanse separated the
orchard from the keep.
As they neared the stone posts, a column of riders in black and yellow
rode toward them down a causeway from the keep. Kharl could see blood
splashed across the tunics of those leading the oncoming column.
Captain Hagen! Captain Hagen! An undercaptain spurred his mount toward
Kharl and the others.
Were here, Hagen said quietly once the other had reined up. The lady?
She and the boystheyre waiting at the keep gates. The guards there
have the causeway clear, and theyve pushed them back. Dont know how
long they can hold.
Lord Ghrant? asked Hagen.
The undercaptain shook his head. Hes trapped on the ridge to the
north of the keep. Holding them at bay. Hes trying to keep the wizards
from getting close enough to fire the keep. Theyd be lofting fireballs
over the walls. Kharl could sense the truth of that. He also hadnt
thought about wizards being able to destroy a stone keep.
Hagen looked to Kharl.
Kharl nodded. Hes speaking the truth.
Get the lady and the boys down here as quick as you can, and with as
many lancers as you can spare. Weve already been attacked once.
Yes, ser. The undercaptain turned his mount. Two riders galloped back
up the causeway toward the gates, less than half a kay away.
To the right of the causeway, a squad of lancers had formed up, facing
northeast, toward the chaos of battle that Kharl could sense all too
clearly.
As they waited, Kharl looked down at his jacket and gray trousers, both
streaked with blood, then at Hagen. A word, Lord Hagen?
Hagen eased his mount closer to Kharl, and the carpenter wondered how he
could explain what he needed to do. Finally, he cleared his throat. I
would not see Austra become as Nordla, nor as Hamor. I would like your
leave to depart for a time.
Hagens eyes widened. You dont owe me that. You dont owe
No. This is another kind of debt. I will go, one way or another. I would
like your leave.
You may have it. You know that if Lord Ilterons forces come to the
harbor, we will depart?
I know. Even as he said the words, Kharl had to wonder if he were being
a fool, searching for an act of meaning because no matter how hard he had
tried, he had been unable to find one, not one that turned out well, at
least.
There is one thing that may help you, Hagen said quickly. None have
fought well or recently in Austra. Ilterons armsmen and lancers will not
act quickly. If you act decisively, events will favor you.
Kharl nodded. He had already seen that, and he was not even an armsman.
Hagen gestured, and one of the lancers, perhaps a Serjeant, rode over and
reined up. The mage needs to get as close to the ridge as you can take
him.
The serjeant looked at Kharl skeptically.
Kharl ignored the skepticism. The closer I can get, the more I may be
able to do to help Lord Ghrant.
Well get you closer than youd like, came the grim reply. You want to
ride all the way?
The last part, if its not too far on foot, I think.
You could use bushes for cover going up the ridge. You all right with
that?
That would be better. So long as its not too far.
Thought as much. Ilterons lancers cant ride you down in the bushes.
There was a pause. What are you going to do?
What I can. That was the only truthful answer Kharl had.
Best we go. The serjeant motioned, and another rider joined them,
grim-faced, and without saying a word.
The two lancers flanked Kharl as the three rode eastward past the front
of the keep and turned northward down a narrow gravel path that slowly
curved back eastward around the base of the ridge. Less than half a kay
onward, still near the base of a long slope, the serjeant reined up. To
Kharls right was a mass of bushes, yet with an edge as clean as if laid
out with a rule.
This part of the ridge is mostly berry bushes. Been there since before
there was a town, my grandsire said. Cant ride a horse through it, but
itd be slow going unless you stay on the edges.
Ill stay beside them. Kharl dismounted and handed the reins to the
serjeant. I wont be needing the horse.
Good luck, ser.
From the lancers tone, Kharl could tell that the man thought him a dead
manor mad, or perhaps both.
Thank you. Kharl took the staff and started uphill. He did not look
back as the two lancers rode off.
From the feeling of lessened chaos emanating from the top of the ridge,
Kharl could sense that the battle was winding down. He could only hope
that he was not too late, that something could be salvaged. And from what
he had observed of white wizards, he had to see if he couldnt at least
stop them, and Ilteron, even if they had already slain the less-than-wise
Lord Ghrant.
Kharl moved uphill more swiftly, staying beside the bushes, but not using
his light shield, not yet, and not wanting to until he had to.
Within moments, he could see figures aheadlancers in green and black and
in yellow and black riding downhill, avoiding the berry bushes. Behind
them came armsmen on foot. Some were pursued by
lancers in blue and gray, and others stumbled, as if they had trouble
walking or seeing. Some were splattered with blood, but most were not.
The carpenter tried to sense the chaos ahead, but there were two pillars
of unseen white, one not all that far away, but uphill and to his right,
out among the more open grassy stretches where there were but few trees.
The otherand stronger focuswas close to the top of the ridge, if not at
the very top.
Kharl drew back into the bushes as mounts thundered down in his direction.
Someones in the bushes! Could be an archer!
Kharl dropped to his knees and willed the light to flow around him as the
rebel lancers neared.
Gone now swore he was right there
A laugh followed. Theyre all running, like scared coneys.
 wont matter not in the end
 make sure we get to the end
Kharl barely waited until the lancers were past before he dropped the
light shield and scrambled uphill. The rush of men fleeing and those
pursuing seemed to dissipate, and he began to hurry across the hill.
Less than ten rods away, he could see a band of armsmen in yellow and
black, using a stone pavilion as a makeshift redoubt and shield against a
white wizard and a company of rebel lancers. There were bodies in blue
and gray strewn before the amber stone structure, as well as many in
yellow and black; but this group of armsmen loyal to Lord Ghrant had
neither broken nor run, and the attackers had pulled back.
Kharl could see that no one was even looking in his direction as he
crossed the slope.
Hsssstt! A reddish white firebolt arced from the wizard and flew between
two stone pillars. Flame flared, and one of the defenders staggered
forward, screaming, his entire body a mass of fire.
Kharl gathered the light shield around himself, forcing himself to keep
moving, not to think, but to get closer to the wizard. Even from within
the darkness of his light shield, he could easily sense the white energy
of the wizard as yet one more firebolt flared into the stone pavilion.
Another set of screams echoed across the morning.
Kharl winced but kept walking, until he was less than a rod behind the
rear of the rebels.
 turn em to torches!
 southern weaklings
Kharl was still a good fifty cubits from the swirling of chaos and
whiteness. He could only hope that his idea would work. It should but
one never knew.
He took a slow and deep breath, then visualized the air around the
wizard, then reached out and twisted all the order-and-chaos hooks, so
that the air touching the wizards body turned solid.
There was not even a sound, except the wizard pitched forward, frozen as
though he had been turned into stone.
What happened!
Must be another mage!
Where?
Despite the others immobility, Kharl could sense the gathering bolt of
chaos, and he forced himself to wait until the last momenteven as the
reddish white fireball was flaring toward himbefore hardening a shield
of air between him and the chaos-bolt.
Still, heat and fire flamed past him, so close and so hot he could feel
the ends of his hair and beard crisp and smell the burning hair.
The second fireball was weaker. That was good, because Kharl doubted he
could hold the shields for too long.
He could sense the chaos folding in upon itself, and he let go of the
shield before him, but not the one imprisoning the white wizard.
The entrapped wizard continued to struggle, but the last firebolt was but
a tiny eruption of flame. Then, there was a reddish emptiness, and Kharl
could feel the absoluteness of death, releasing the confinement that had
destroyed the wizard.
The carpenter turned back uphill and moved back across the hillside,
still light-shielded.
Once he was a good ten rods away from the forces battling over the
pavilion and again moving uphill beside the bushes, he released the light
shield, blinking as light flooded his sight. For several moments, he had
trouble seeing and was glad that the grassy slope offered relatively even
footing.
Behind him, he could hear the clash of metal and the grunting of armsmen
as the rebels and the loyalists renewed the conflict over the pavilion.
He would have to leave that battle to the armsmen, at least for the
moment, because he needed to find the second chaos-wizard.
The bushes ended, suddenly. Before Kharl the grassy slope leveled
out. Ahead, a low white marble wall, less than two cubits high, and less
than five rods away, encircled another larger stone pavilion. Behind or
within the wall was the pillar of white chaosand a far larger gathering
of armed men, many of whom were looking downhill.
Someones coming!
Kharl quickly donned his light shield.
Hes gone!
 vanished
 just turned and ran, thats all
 dont know might have wizards, too
 woulda seen em earlier
Kharl began to angle to his right, to where he could sense that there
were fewer armed men, and slightly away from the chaos-focus. But he kept
moving uphill and toward the remaining white wizardand, he hoped,
Ilteron and perhaps even Lord Ghrant.
Theres an order-mage coming look for where things seem blurry! called
out a voice.
Kharl tried not to hurry, to keep his steps and pace even, as he used his
senses to make his sightless way toward the stone structure that rose in
the center of the paved area enclosed by the wall and crowned the
southern end of the ridge.
Go find him! The mage! Hes got to be close.
You find him
How?
For their confusion, Kharl was most grateful. He tried to keep his
breathing even and as quiet as possible as he neared the stone wall and
the men who stood behind it. He could sense an opening farther to his
left, and he eased in that direction.
The white wizard who stood less than ten rods away was the stronger of
the two with Ilteron. That Kharl could feel. But did he need to attack
the other wizard? What he really needed was to destroy Ilteron. His only
problem was that he didnt know which of the armed men happened to be the
rebel lord, and there were close to a hundred figures on the ridgetop.
Then if Ghrant were dead, and Kharl killed Ilteron, and not the white
wizard, the rebel lords would be able to continue the war. So Kharl had
to deal with the white wizardif he could.
I know you are here, cowardly black. The voice boomed across the ridge,
and Kharl could sense the chaos that amplified it. Lyras,
skulking in the back hills once more will get you nothing.
Kharl said nothing, moving along the stone wall, until he sensed a gap in
the armsmen, one a good three cubits wide. He stepped up on the stone
walland felt the reason for the gapa fountain or pool behind it.
While he disliked using his tricks even to get to the white wizard, he
hardened the water and carefully made his way to the far side of the
pool, where he released the order-ties. Then he stood in his darkness,
trying to gather himself together.
The stone pavilion was but another fifteen cubits before him, and he
could sense both the white wizard and two other figures within the
stone-roofed and columned structure before him.
You have learned, Lyras but you have not learned enough.
Kharl thought. The white wizard could sense his presence in general
terms, but not with any great accuracy, or fireballs likely would have
been sent his way. Kharl eased forward, trying to figure out which man
was which of those under the dome. There were three, and one lay on the
stone floor, still alive, but dazed. That had to be Ghrant. But which of
the other two was which?
You said there were no black mages in Austra.
The surprisingly high voice came from the taller figureIlteron.
It matters not. Black cannot stand against white, not in war.
Could Kharl just harden the air around Ilterons face and head? If he
made it tight enough, it ought to suffocate the lord, and it wouldnt
take as much strength.
Remembering Hagens words about speed, he twisted the order-and-chaos
hooks together.
Ilteron staggered, his hands clawing at his face.
Kharl needed more strength. He could feel that the staff he held had
strength, order, within it. Abruptly, the words of The Basis of Order
made sense, and he wondered why he had not understood before. He he had
been the one to put that order there, as a tool. Perhaps Jenevra had as
well, but the order in the staff was limited to what a staff could do.
He concentrated not so much on breaking the staff, or even casting it
aside, as reuniting the order that was his in the staff with that within
himself.
A flow of darkness surged through him.
Crack Without even his willing it, the staff had broken, and the iron
bands that had bound it were no longer black iron, but gray.
The lower fragment hit the stones by his feet with a dull thunk, and
without thinking Kharl dropped the useless other half.
There! Hssst!
A massive firebolt flared toward Kharl before he could try to harden the
air around the wizard. Still trying to hold the hardened air tight around
the dying Ilteron, Kharl flung up weaker, barely hardened air shields.
The firebolt flared around and past him, again burning his skin. But the
worst of the fire flared into the rebel armsmen, and more than a half
score flamed like torches. Kharl smiled coldly and stepped to the side,
releasing the air shields.
You missed! he exclaimed.
Hsstt! Another firebolt slammed toward Kharl, and again he raised the
deflecting shields.
More rebel armsmen flamed and died.
Kharl darted farther to his right. You dont aim very well!
With the third splash of flame, there was a cry, Back! Theyll flame us
all!
Kharl moved again. Over here!
Hssst! While the firebolt followed his voice, none of the armsmen were
about to get close enough to attack, not when the odds were that theyd
get burned to cinders.
Kharl could feel his breathing getting labored and his knees becoming
weak.
Hssst/
Behind and around him, the armsmen backed away and began to run, slowly
at first, then more quickly.
Kharl eased sideways and forward. Weak as he felt, he had to harden the
air around the white wizardand quickly.
Your invisibility wont save you. You cant hide forever.
The carpenter reached out and hardened the air around the wizard, but
just around his head and neck.
Hssst! The firebolt flared directly at Kharl, perhaps because the wizard
could follow the order-link.
Kharl threw up his hardened air shields, then sat down. His legs were
rubbery.
Hssst! Another firebolt flared around him, the heat even greater.
Then a third and a fourth bolt followed, and Kharl huddled behind his
shields.
The fifth bolt was weaker, and the sixth died before reaching Kharl.
The carpenter released his own air shields, and just sat on the stone,
shivering and holding the shields around Ilteron and the white wizard
until both were dead. His face burned, and his entire body throbbed by
the time he let go of the force holding the hardened air around the two.
But the job was far from done.
After releasing the sight shield, Kharl glanced around warily. There was
no one alive within the circular stone wall, but charred bodies lay
everywhere, and the stench of burned flesh roiled his guts.
He was surprised that more enemy armsmen were not returning to attack,
and yet it made sense. He doubted if any of the armsmen had ever seen a
battle between mages, and after a few score of the rebels had been
incinerated, the rest hadnt wanted to remain close. Slowly, he crawled
the last twenty cubits to the stone pavilion, partly because he didnt
want armsmen beyond the wall to see him, and partly because he wasnt
sure his legs had yet regained enough strength to hold him.
When he reached the pavilion, he looked around. The white wizard was a
slight figure, smaller even than Ghrant. Ilteron had been even taller and
broader than Kharl. The slightly built Ghrant was alive. How alive was
another question.
The carpenter-mage reached out and grabbed the lords leather harness,
then began to drag the smaller man across the stones and around the
fallen bodies toward the gap in the stone walland not the one where the
pond wasnearest the side of the hill with the berry bushes. At the edge
of the wall, keeping himself low, Kharl glanced around.
Armsmen and lancers were beginning to edge back up the hillside.
 real quiet up there
 you want to go, you go
 anything take out a white wizard dont want to be the one to get in
its way
Kharl just hoped that would keep them away for a moment.
He girded himself and cast the light shield. He needed to get at least a
few hundred cubits downhill before releasing it. He made over a hundred
cubits before he did. Thankfully, there was no one nearby when he could
see again.
Then he continued, once more, to drag the unconscious lord down the hill.
He had to stop every few cubits, and then rest, before dragging Ghrant
farther.
Halfway down the hill, Kharl found a mount tied to a tree. Whose it was
didnt matter.
He barely had the strength to lever the unconscious lord over the narrow
space in front of the saddle, then untie and mount the horse himself.
With the horses first steps, Kharl struggled to hang on to the lord with
one hand and the saddle and the reins with the other as he tried not to
lurch from side to side.
The ride back to the port, with his selective use of the sight shield,
felt as though it must have taken glasses. At times, he knew armsmen were
near, and he somehow shielded the two of them and the horse, then rode
on, slowly. At other times, even without the sight shield, he could not
see, but he kept riding.
The sun was low in the western sky even before he reached the harbor
avenue. To Kharl, it had all been a blur after leaving the stone pavilion.
Then he was on the pier and riding toward the Seastag. The lines were
singled up, and smoke was pouring from the stacks, but the gangway was
downif with four armsman at its foot.
They had sabres at the ready.
Its Kharl! Hes got Lord Ghrant!
The armsmen still did not move.
Kharl staggered off the mount, and before he could say anything,
blackness rushed over him.
LXXXVII
When Kharl tried to wake up, he could not, and white chaos swirled around
him, then blackness, followed by fiery redness, shot with ugly whiteness.
Arrows of pain pierced his body, one after the other, endlessly. He felt
as though he walked through fire, then through the coldest of winters,
and yet, somewhere in the darkness that clouded his thoughts, he knew he
had walked not a step.
Drink this you must drink this Even the words burned through his
ears, like flame-tipped arrows, and whatever he drank tasted like liquid
fire.
Worst of all, he could not see, as if he were locked behind his own sight
and light shields.
At other times, the words spoken to him, as gently phrased as they were,
meant nothing. Every word was strange, as if spoken in the language of
Hamor or of ancient Westwind, or even of antique and vanished Cyador.
At some point, a cooling blackness descended upon him, and his sleep was
deeper, and dreamless.
Days later, he thought, he woke, without the fire, but he still could not
see.
He could sense he was in a large room, with a light and cool breeze
blowing across his face, a face that felt cracked and dry, and someone
sat on a chair beside the wide bed. There was a darkness to that
presence. A black mage?
Lyras?
Yes. I could feel the battle from the north, but it took an eightday to
get here. Few coasters were willing to chance the voyage with all the
reports of Hamorian warships off the shores.
Lord Ghrant?
He will recover, although he is yet weak.
The rebels the highlanders? Even a few words seemed to exhaust Kharl.
All is well you need to know that, but you also need to rest.
You should have been here.
A light laugh answered Kharls halting words. Me? I would have been
burned at the first firebolt. I dont know how you did it. There were
close to a hundred armsmen that you flamed. Yet you radiate darkness like
the strongest of order-mages.
Did what had to Kharl was too tired to explain. He could do that
later.
I said you were stronger than I, offered Lyras.
Dont feel strong.
Dont complain. Most people who took on two white wizards and companies
of armsmen and lancers would be three cubits downif anyone could find
enough to bury. That includes mages.
 not a real mage
If youre not a mage, then water isnt wet, and ice isnt cold. Lyras
snorted. Maybe no kind of mage Ive heard about, but that doesnt
matter. A mage is a mage, and youre a mage. No question about that.
Mages not that stupidGhrant still lord?
Oh, yes, and matters will be much better now.
The Hamorians their fleet?
Oh that. When they discovered Ilteron was dead, they sailed off. They
werent interested in shedding their own blood. Just ours. Enough of the
questions. You need to rest.
Kharl wanted to protest, but the cool darkness flowed from Lyras over
him, and he could not say a word as he dropped into another deep and
dreamless sleep.
LXXXVIII
When Kharl woke again, he could see. He was quartered in a corner room in
the keep, with white plaster walls and a wide window, its shutters open
to the south. The high bed was of triple width, and had sheets of fine
cotton, the kind Charee had dreamed of and Kharl could never have
afforded. For a moment, sadness washed over him, and tears streamed from
the corners of his eyes. Were all luxuries that costly? He blotted the
tears awkwardly, wishing he were not crying, trying to ignore the figure
hovering over him.
Are you all right?
Lyras had vanished. In his place was a young woman wearing a dark tunic
and trousers, with her black hair tied back, and very intent brown eyes.
Just Im better. How could he explain? Better, he repeated.
When he could speak, he asked, Who are you? Then he tried to look at
her more closely, and, abruptly, the blackness dropped across his vision
as though he had raised the light shield.
Im Alidya. Im a healer in learning. Lyras summoned me.
Kharl forced himself to relax, not to think about seeing. What happened?
What do you mean, Master Kharl?
I dont remember much after I got Lord Ghrant to the ship.
No one could believe that you rescued him and killed the white wizards.
Im sure you know, but there wasnt a mark on them. Not on Ilteron,
either. Master Lyras, he said that the ways of the black mages are
mysterious Is it true oh, Im not supposed to be talking, not so much.
Would you like some lager or some ale?
Lager that would be good.
Just a moment, ser Ill be right back. Her voice died away, as did the
sound of sandals on stone.
Kharl sat in his darkness. Why had he been able to see, then not see?
Hed tried to concentrate on seeing the young healer and it was as if
the concentration had brought on the blindness.
Within moments, it seemed, he heard Alidyas steps returning.
Here, ser. Ive got your lager.
Kharl managed to locate the tankarda real tankard and not a clay
mugwith his order-senses and take it from Alidyas hands. He took a slow
swallow, then another, enjoying the taste of perhaps the best lager hed
ever had. Sometime after the third or fourth swallow, his sight returned,
but he did not look directly at Alidya, just enjoyed the indirect light
flooding around him and the distant hills to the south through the window.
You didnt tell me what happened afterward, after
Alidya smiled. Oh, it was glorious. Lord Hagen rallied the lancers and
drove back the attackers and raised Lord Ghrants banner. Then he sent a
message to the highland lords, and, when they learned that Ilteron and
the white wizards were dead, they agreed to return to their lands and
recognize Lord Ghrant as supreme ruler of Austra.
Ah Kharl couldnt believe it had been so simple. It could not have
been that easy, could it?
Well he did have to send some captive officers back who saw Lord Ghrant
so that they could say that he was alive, and he had to promise that he
wouldnt execute any of the rebel lords. They say that Lord Ghrant wasnt
happy about that.
That was all?
There was one other thing, Alidya said. The rebels wouldnt agree
unless Lord Ghrant named Lord Hagen as both his chancellor and
arms-commander.
Kharl couldnt help chuckling. He would have rolled with laughter if
he hadnt known it would have hurt too much. Even the chuckling sent
spasms through his ribs and muscles.
I dont think thats at all funny. Alidyas voice turned prim.
Kharl managed to stop chuckling.
Why did you laugh, ser?
I cant explain except Kharl shook his head. Someday someday,
youll understand.
A pained look crossed the young womans face, but she did not ask
again.
If I could have some more lager? Kharl asked after finishing
the tankard.
Yes, ser.
Kharl could only drink a third of what she brought before he had to put
it down. He was far more tired than he had thought, and who knew how many
days hed been abed?
Later that afternoon, a half glass after Kharl woke from dozing off,
Hagen appeared.
Lord Hagen! Alidya bolted upright from the chair beside Kharls
bed.
You can go, Alidya, and close the door on the way out.
Ser
Kharl will be fine, and if he needs you, Ill call you.
Ah yes, ser.
Hagen waited until the door closed. I owe you again. His mouth twisted
into a wry smile. And you owe me, after a fashion.
Alidya told me about your having to be the lord-chancellor.
And arms-commander.
Lord Ghrant must not be terribly pleased, offered Kharl.
Hes relieved that hes still Lord of Austra, and Lady Hyrietta has
prevailed upon him to keep whatever anger he may have to himself.
What will you do with the Seastag?
Furwyl will become captain, and the others will move up, except for
Bemyr. Hell always be a bosun. Hagen looked at Kharl. Lord Ghrant will
be honoring you.
I didnt do it for honor.
Youll pardon me if I didnt tell him that. I did say that you had seen
injustice in your past and that you could not allow it to triumph
in Austra if you could help it. Hagen grinned crookedly.
For a moment, Kharl did not understand the grin. Then he smiled broadly.
That was almost evil, Lord Hagen.
What? To remind him that a lords task is to seek justice? To suggest
that he owes his entire rule to a man who sought justice? Hagens grin
faded. We are at least fortunate that he is one on whom that makes an
impact. Though he will need frequent reminders.
Thinking of Ilteronand EgenKharl nodded.
You will be honored. I would guess a purse, a small continuing stipend
and estate, and the support of Lord Ghrant, which is not to be dismissed,
even here.
I had not thought Kharl had indeed not thought of rewards or of the
possibility of remaining in Austra, and Hagens words said that his
entire future might well be differentif he desired that future.
You had not. I know that. Hagen straightened. But I thought you should
know.
After Hagen had left, Kharl looked out through the window into the
brilliant gold of sunset. What did he want? Really? Could it be that his
actions might bring a reward? Could that really be so after all that had
happened? Or would he need to remain on the Seastag? Thinking of Furwyl,
Rhylla, Ghart, and Tarkyn, he reflected that a man could have a fate far
worsefar, far worse.
A faint smile crossed his lips, and he closed his eyes.
LXXXIX
Once Kharl was finally alert and eating, he recovered quickly, although
he was left with a scar on his left temple, a jagged red mark no longer
than the width of his thumb that resembled a miniature lightning bolt.
His hair had been cut far shorter, probably to trim off all that had been
singed and crisped. Dead skin had also flaked off over most of his face,
leaving new and pinkish skin beneath.
By the end of the eightday, he was up and walking through the keep, which
was not so much a keep as a large country house, around which
walls had been erected at some time, certainly not a structure designed
to withstand a lengthy attack or a siege.
His own garments, doubtless too rent and bloodstained to save, had been
replaced before he had even recovered with far finer garb, two dark gray
shirts that were almost silvery, black trousers, and a black jacket. Even
his boots had been replaced with black leather boots fitted to his feet.
The garments signified changes, more than hed wanted to consider. First,
the colorsthat had been obvious. The black and gray were because he was
a mage, but the quality that bothered him. He could not have afforded
such finery, and yet it was almost plain compared to that of those in the
keep who attended Lord Ghrant, although somewhat finer than that of the
servants or of Alidya.
In the late afternoon of eightday, he stood on the corner of the upper
terrace, outside the walls, looking to the ridge and park to the north.
The winter sky was clear, and there was no wind to dissipate the mild
warmth of the sun. From close to a kay away, outside of a handful of
gashes in the turf, Kharl could see no sign that a battle had been fought
days before.
He still had a hard time believing that his tricks with hardening air had
been so successful and that everyone seemed to think that he was a mighty
mage. He had managed to learn a few things about order and chaosbut hed
be in real trouble if he ever encountered a truly accomplished white
wizard. That, he understood, even if no one else seemed to.
Ah the mysterious mage
At the sound of Hagens voice, Kharl turned. He shrugged helplessly. Im
ready to go.
Not yet, Hagen said with a smile. You need to stay here for a few more
days. Just until threeday.
Why then?
Because thats when Lord Ghrant has set your audience, replied the new
lord-chancellor. It would be most unbecoming to depart before then.
Hagen grinned.
Do I want that audience? Kharl asked dryly.
I would judge so, unless you want to go back to being a ships carpenter
or a wandering mage. As for the moment, I came out here to suggest that
now that you are well, you might join me and several of the lancer
officers for supper.
The thought of company for a mealrather than being served in one of the
small dining halls with minor functionaries he did not knowdid
have a certain appeal to Kharl, but he had no doubt that Hagen had more
than that in mind. Senior officers?
Hagen smiled. I am certain they would appreciate any information you
might provide about what you saw
Such as the officers dining in the town the day before the final
battle? asked Kharl. While others were fighting?
They might not like such, but I would be indebted to you for such
candor.
And they are not likely to doubt a mage as much?
They know that you have no history with the Austran lancers, Hagen
pointed out. Unlike me.
Kharl thought he understood and gestured for Hagen to lead on.
The two walked back across the terrace and through a narrow bailey
gatewhere two of Ghrants personal guards stood stifflybefore
reen-tering the north wing. Kharl followed Hagen down a wide but short
side corridor, one adorned with oversized portraits of men in restrained
finery. The corridor ended in two double doors, the right one open.
Hagen motioned for Kharl to precede him, and the carpenter-mage did.
Inside, five officers in the green and gray of Austra stood around one
end of the large circular table already set for a meal with white linen
cloth and cutlery. More portraits graced the white plaster walls above
the blond wainscot paneling.
Lord Hagen mage, offered a gray-haired and mustached officer with a
broad forehead, pointed chin, and perfect mustache.
Hagen returned the greeting with a nod, then spoke. I thought that it
might be useful for Kharl to dine with us. He saw a side of the last
battle that none of us did. He inclined his head to the graying officer.
Kharl, this is Commander Vatoran Majer Reseff, Majer Tralk, Majer
Fuelt, and Majer Nyort.
Kharl nodded solemnly in response, hoping he could keep the names and
faces in mind throughout the dinner.
Hagen moved to a place at the table, the one that faced the doorway.
Kharl, perhaps He gestured to the chair across the table from him.
Kharl took the suggestion, but waited to seat himself until the other
officers began to do so, and they waited until Hagen actually settled
into his chair.
A long silence followed, one that pleased Hagen, Kharl felt.
Commander Vatoran is the eastern district commander, the
lord-chancellor finally explained to Kharl as servers circled the table,
asking each man whether he preferred wine, ale, or lager. In effect, he
commands all of the lancer forces east of the Shiltons. Each of the
majers commands a subdistrict, usually with between ten and fifteen
companies. The organization is the same for the foot, but well be
meeting with them later. Hagen turned to the server waiting patiently at
his shoulder. Wine. Red. The Asolo, if you have it.
Kharl stayed with lager. To him, wine was too close to sweet vinegar.
You have not been a lancer, or an armsman, mage, have you? asked
Vatoran, his deep voice calm and even. I fear not, commander.
But you have been in battle?
Against pirates and a white wizard. This was my first battle where both
sides were lancers and foot.
Hagen made no comment, just nodded and waited. Kharl took advantage of
the moment of silence to sample the lager, a slightly edged but
refreshing brew. One of the two women servers deftly slipped slices of
white meat onto the gold-rimmed, pale blue china plate before Kharl, and
the second added dumplings. A third followed with strips of green
cetalya, then ladled a white sauce laced with black mushrooms over both
meat and dumplings. Kharl cared little for the bitter cetalya and would
have preferred the sauce over the vegetable
as well.
What weapons have you used? Besides your magely skills, that is?
asked one of the majers.
Im not one for the blade, Kharl admitted. Cudgel and staff.
One of the other majers sniffed, but did not speak as the first majer
asked, How many men have you killed, mage, that is, with your weapons,
not magery?
Kharl didnt care much for the majers tone, or the unspoken
condescension of the other majers, but he fingered his chin before
replying, thinking about Tyrbels assassin, about the very first white
wizard and his guards, and about the pirates. I cant say for certain. I
know about five for sure, before the battle here.
The mage is being modest, Hagen interrupted. Against the pirates
alone, he took out ten men with his staff.
Kharl reflected once more. If he counted the deaths of the men killed
on the ridge by the white wizards efforts to stop him, then the total
was doubtless several score.
Would you agree with Lord Hagens assessment? asked Vatoran, a slight
smile without humor lifting the corners of his mouth.
Lord Hagen may have seen more than I did. He had a better vantage, and
he is more familiar with fighting and warfare, Kharl said. I was just
doing the best I could. He took a bite of the meatboar, he thoughtand
a mouthful of the flavorful dark bread. Then he tried a dumpling,
surprisingly delicate, with a plumlike flavor.
The mage cleared the deck of one vessel, Hagen explained, but he lost
two toes and cracked his ribs in a number of places.
What about
I think we can dispense with more questions about the mages familiarity
with weapons and fighting, Vatoran interjected, turning back to Kharl.
Did you see much of the fighting before the day that you bested the
wizards and Ilteron?
Hagen gave the slightest of nods to Kharl.
I had not realized that the fighting had begun, the mage replied. I
was in the town, looking for somewhere to eat, and I went into a cafe.
There were four lancer officers there, and they were eating and drinking,
and talking about the fighting about how close the rebels were to
Dykaru
 must be some mistake
 sure they wore the green and black?
They were in the green and black, Kharl affirmed, and when I left, I
saw a wagon filled with wounded, and the teamster was complaining that
hed lost his way and that his captain didnt seem to know much about
where the battle was or how to direct the teamster Kharl took a swallow
of ale before continuing. That was what I saw and heard before we got
into battle the next day.
Vatoran nodded as if to himself before continuing. Id be most curious,
mage, as to why you risked your life for Lord Ghrant. You dont have to
speak to that, if you dont want to, of course. Its enough that you
acted, whatever the reason.
Im not sure that it is, commander, Kharl found himself saying. I used
to think that myself. I was a cooper. No secret about that. So long as I
made good barrels, didnt matter to me why I made them. But it did.
He shrugged. I found that out. Heard enough about Ilteron and had seen
enough of Lord Hagen to realize there was a difference. Didnt get to
make a difference in Nordla, but I had a chance in Austra. Thats why.
But you are not Austran, Vatoran pointed out. Lord Hagens acts had
made it clear that right is right. Wrong is wrong. Doesnt matter where.
If you only protect whats yours, and everyone does that, then wrong
usually wins, and right loses. In the end, you do, too.
Vatoran looked as though he wanted to reply to that, but, instead, the
commander frowned, then asked, How did you get into battle?
Lord Hagen thought that I might be of some use in making sure that Lady
Hyrietta and the heirs were safe Kharl went on to tell about the
battle, but avoided any exact details about what magery he had used, only
saying, I managed to use what I knew about order to block their
firebolts and imprison them in a web of order. That killed the two
wizards and Ilteron. Then I dragged Lord Ghrant off the ridge and managed
to get him onto a mount. It took a long time to get him back to the
harbor.
In the middle of the battle? Vatorans eyebrows lifted. That part of
the battle was pretty near over. At least, no one was fighting there
right then, and no one was looking at a carpenter dragging and carrying a
wounded man. They were still worried about the firebolts on the top of
the ridge. While what Kharl said was trueno one had been looking at
them because they couldnt have seen themthe evasion of truth bothered
him, but he didnt want to reveal exactly what he had done. And you just
rode to the harbor?
What he says is true, Hagen interjected in a calm voice. We were on
the Seastag, and we saw a rider come up the pier with a figure over the
saddle before him. Until he dismounted, we didnt realize that it was the
mage with Lord Ghrant.
It took a long time, Kharl added. I couldnt get there directly. That
had been absolutely true.
I see. What did you notice about the foot and lancers in the battle that
we should know?
Some of themLord Ghrants men who held the little stone pavilion on the
south sidethey were brave and well-ordered. They were holding the
pavilion even against the one mage until I killed him. There were
others who ran and fled from the white wizards before I got there. More
of them were in green and black, but there were some in yellow and black.
Lord Ilterons forces withdrew a number of rods when I was battling the
last white wizard, but I didnt see any of them breaking or running.
Kharl shrugged. Thats what I saw. I wasnt looking at the lancers and
foot, though. I was trying to stop the wizards and find Lord Ghrant and
Ilteron.
Did you see any standards or banners
Did you see any other rebel livery besides the blue
What about cannon
Kharl replied to the questions as well as he could, even if most of his
answers were negative. In between questions and answers, he kept eating.
After a time, Hagen cleared his throat. Loudly.
I think the mage has been most forthcoming. It is most clear to me, both
from what I saw and from what the mage and others have reported, that we
have a solid task ahead of us if we are to be successful in halting other
attempts by Hamor to weaken Austra. Hagens smile to the officers was
polite, but far from warm as he stood and nodded to Kharl.
Kharl stood and inclined his head to the commander. My best to you, ser,
and I trust I have not disturbed you too greatly, but I could only report
on what I saw and experienced. I know too little about lancers to say
anything but what I saw.
I am certain that is so, mage. Vatoran had risen, as had the majers,
and he inclined his head in response.
Kharl followed Hagen out and down the corridor.
The lord-chancellor said nothing until they were back in a small study or
library, where both walls were filled with shelves brimming with
leather-bound volumes. Hagen closed the door, but made no move to seat
himself at the black oak desk. That will do.
I dont think they were happy with my words, Kharl said.
They werent supposed to be. I wanted them to know that more than a few
people understood that some of the lancers had not responded well. Eating
in town while the fighting was going on. Hagen snorted. Running from
battle while others fought
Was that why you did not see eye to eye with Lord Ghrant before?
Something like that.
Is there anything else youd like from me? asked Kharl.
Hagen laughed. Just be polite and mysterious for the next few days,
until you meet with Lord Ghrant, and then well talk about what youd
like to do next.
Kharl understood that, too. He wasnt going to get a direct answer until
something else happened, probably between Hagen and Lord Ghrant.
xc
About midmorning on threeday, a youngster in a yellow tunic with black
cuffs appeared at Kharls door, with a neatly folded set of garments in
his arms.
Master Kharl, ser?
Yes?
These are for you, ser. For the audience with Lord Ghrant, ser. At the
first glass of the afternoon, ser.
Thank you. Kharl took the garments.
Ill be here to escort you, ser. Then, after those words, the young man
was gone.
Kharl closed the door and looked down at the garmentsa silksheen silver
shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket of fine and soft wool. They had
clearly been tailored to his measurements and presumably were his to keep.
He shook his head. Never had he owned such finerynor needed it.
What would happen at the audience? What did Kharl have to say to Lord
Ghrant? What he could have saidsuch as the fact that he didnt think
much of the discipline of the Austran forces or of Ghrants personal
guardwere not things that would have been wise to voice, and hed
already said them to the lancer officers.
He also wasnt pleased with the idea of bowing and scraping to Ghrant,
whod have been far better off to listen to Hagen from the beginning
rather than having been forced to do so by events. Then, Kharl could
always hope that Ghrant would be generous, although he had his doubts
about that characteristic in rulersor their offspring.
Kharl looked at the garments once more, then shrugged and laid
them on the bed. After a moment, he began to disrobe. He might as well
try on the new clothes. Not surprisingly, they fit well, and he looked
almost impressive when he studied his reflection in the mirror above the
chest set against the inner wall of the spacious chamber that had
remained his.
Neither his pondering nor his pacing yielded more answers, and after
several long glasses, the youth in yellow reappeared at his door.
Wordlessly, Kharl followed him along the main corridor of the southern
wing, up the main staircase in the middle of the sprawling structure,
then along another white-walled corridor that ended in a single golden
oak door. While the door was modest, there were two burly guards in the
yellow and black.
Master Kharl, the mage, here to see Lord Ghrant, offered the youth.
We know, Bethem, said the shorter guard, smiling paternally before he
turned and knocked. The mage, ser.
After a moment, the words came back. Show him in.
The guard who had not spoken opened the door, and Kharl stepped inside,
into a study with wide windows opening to the north and west, with but a
single case filled with books. The door closed behind him, almost
silently, with just the faintest click.
The blond lord sat behind a wide desk of golden oak, unadorned, without a
single carving.
Lord Ghrant. Kharl inclined his head, politely, but not too deeply.
Cant have too much formality here, not with a man who destroyed my
enemies, then dragged and carried me to safety. Ghrant gestured to the
straight-backed chairs before the desk.
Kharl took the one in the shade, so that he could see Ghrant more
clearly, without the afternoon sun that poured into the room getting in
his eyes.
You present a problem, Master Kharl. A happy one, but one requiring a
solution. I cannot offer you what I owe you, and that is Austra. Nor even
a fraction of that. A rueful smile followed the words.
Kharl waited. He wasnt about to offer Ghrant an easy way out.
Self-denying graciousness did not count for much with those in power.
That he had learned.
Lord Hagen has suggested that your service is worth a small estate, a
stipend, and a minor lordship. It was worth more than that, but we have
conferred and feel that, with your talents, those are more appropriate,
with certain adjustments I think you will find useful. Lord Hagen will
tell you of those details at your convenience. But from this point on,
you hold the lands of Cantyl, and shall formally be addressed as Ser
Kharl. Ghrant smiled broadly. You will also receive your first purse
from him later this afternoon.
You are most kind, ser. Kharl, although wary, could sense neither
malice nor deception.
Most grateful, Ser Kharl. Ghrant cleared his throat. Lord Hagen will
brief you on the details, but I did want to express my gratitude to you
personally. My lady also conveys her thanks, as do my sons. Ghrant
smiled, an expression both warm, polished, and somehow tired, then stood.
Kharl rose as well. I am glad I was able to be of service, and I am very
glad that you remain Lord of Austra.
Let us hope that all my subjects come to that happy conclusion as well,
ser Kharl.
When Kharl stepped out of the study, Hagen was waiting.
Ser Kharl.
Lord-chancellor. Kharl inclined his head.
We need to discuss a few more details. Lord Ghrant is often brief to the
point of being cryptic. Hagens smile was rueful. Filling in those
details seems to be a large part of being lord-chancellor.
Kharl followed Hagen a good fifty cubits down the corridor to another
unmarked door, which opened into a very small chamber holding but a
circular table and four chairs, and a narrow, east-facing window.
Hagen did not sit down after he closed the door. Lord Ghrant and I came
to an agreement. Cantyl is set on and adjoining a headland southeast of
Valmurl. The lands succeeded to Lord Estloch several years ago, but they
are near none of his holdings. They consist of a small but good vineyard,
some excellent timberlands, one small and fertile valley, and some most
rocky hills, which provide a certain isolation. I thought you might
appreciate the timberlands and possibly the isolation. There is just one
rough road that eventually winds to Valmurl, but a very good, if small,
natural harbor. The lands are well managed, and those who do so would
like to stay. And there will be a considerable stipend for five years,
and a modest one thereafter.
Kharl nodded. He was not quite sure what to say.
Hagen produced a plain leather purse. Your stipend is one hundred golds
a year for the first five years, and fifty thereafter for the
following ten. This holds an additional fifty, not counted against the
stipend, for your expenses and travel to Cantyl.
Kharl managed not to swallow. Hed never seen twenty-five golds at one
time, let alone fifty, and probably never held more than ten at once
everand the purse was only incidental.
Lord Ghrant does not anticipate this, but would wish to reserve the
right to call upon your services occasionally.
That did make sense, unfortunately.
Youre still not sure whether youd want to go back to Brysta, if you
could, are you? asked Hagen. Master and Ser Kharl.
No Kharl paused. Id thought about it, but Im certainly not welcome
there. He smiled wryly. I had thought about staying in Austrabut as a
cooper. Id never thought
I hadnt either, when you asked me for passage, Hagen replied.
Strange mused Kharl.
Hagen laughed. You should have been a lord in Brysta, but Lord Ghrants
powers do not extend that far.
Why did you press my case so far with Lord Ghrant? Kharl asked.
There are several reasons. First, Lord Ghrant must understand that
loyalty is rewarded. I can say such, but if I do not press for it, then
my words mean little. Also, youre a powerful mage, Kharl. But you need
to know more to use that power effectively. Whether you choose to stay
hereand if you do, and you learn what you mustId not be surprised if
Lord Ghrant would call on you for aid and advice, and you will serve
yourself and those around you far better for having a standing well
gained in battle
Kharl could sense the caution in Hagen, and he almost laughed. Even Hagen
was worried about his power. The laughter died within him as he
considered what that meant. Would he have to worry about everyone now?
Whether they would use him and his powers, or try to manipulate him from
afar, through others?
I can see you understand, Hagen said.
I almost did not, Kharl confessed.
The Seastag is leaving tomorrow for Valmurl. Ive arranged for Furwyl to
make a stop at Cantyl. Theyll be expecting you.
Who will?
The estate steward. Thats Speltar. Lord Ghrant sent a messenger
informing him an eightday ago.
Lord Ghrant or you? asked Kharl wryly.
I did have something to do with it, but he had to accept my
recommendation.
I hope it didnt cost you too much.
Nothing at all. Hed much rather be indebted to you than, say, Lord
Deroh.
The name meant nothing to Kharl.
Oh and youll be traveling as a passenger. As an honored passenger in
my quarters.
I couldnt take Kharl paused. You wont be on board?
No. Ill be with Lord Ghrant and his family riding in triumph back
across Austra.
Kharl realized something else. By not accompanying Lord Ghrant, his role
in saving the lord would be diminished. There were advantages and
disadvantages to that for him, but clearly only advantages for Ghrant.
So that he can show his banner and reassure everyone?
That is most necessary Hagen affirmed. Long and tiring as the journey
will be by road.
The crew wont mind me as a passenger?
Not at all. They know you saved us all from having to leave Austra, and
theyre more than ready to leave Dykaru and to get back to Valmurl.
Hagen smiled. Im famished. Are you ready to join me in a quiet meal?
With no discussion about rulers and their duties?
Kharl was.
XCI
As Kharl walked down the last few rods of the pier toward the waiting
Seastag, the light breeze swirled the odor of burning coal around him,
confirming that the ship was indeed making ready to cast off. He stopped
just short of the gangway and looked westward, out over the white walls
of Dykaru, and the orangish brown tile roofs, brilliant in the direct
morning sunlight, then turned back toward the ship.
Ghart was grinning as Kharl walked up the gangway, carrying the
new leather bagblack, of coursethat contained equally new garments.
Do anything to get out of the focsle, wouldnt you? offered the new
first mate.
I tried. Kharl couldnt help grinning in return. Even to keeping you
from a bigger cabin.
Only for a few days. Then youll go off as lord of leisure.
Not a lord. Just a minor landholder, with some rocky hills and a
vineyard, Im told. And a few trees. Maybe enough to set up a cooperage.
Ghart shook his head. Cooper, carpenter, warrior, mage and now youre
going to be a lord.
No just a minor landholder, Kharl protested.
Ghart began to laugh. Finally, he stopped and looked at Kharl. Being a
landholders worse than magery. Mages understand magery. No one
understands what landholders do. There was the hint of a twinkle in the
first mates eyes.
Kharl could understand Gharts amusementand appreciated the fact that
Ghart was amused, rather than resentful or jealous. Maybe Ill learn
enough to know why no one does
You might at that. Gharts head turned.
Kharl glanced to his left, his eyes taking in the figure crossing the
main deck to the quarterdeckFurwyl, now wearing a blue masters jacket.
Master Kharl
Captain.
Aye, and weve all gone up a little in the world, you more than us, Id
wager. Furwyls smile was also warm and welcoming. Though Id not be
saying that Lord Hagen is enjoying his fortune so much as us.
Kharl chuckled at Furwyls observation. The highland lords respect his
abilities, perhaps more than do others.
Lord Ghrant will have to listen to him now, Furwyl replied. Hell soon
be wishing that he had earlier, if hes not already.
Lord Ghrant is already listening, Kharl replied.
Ghart smiled knowingly.
Now that youre aboard, Master Kharl suggested Furwyl.
Im more than ready, captain.
Furwyl stepped back. Single up!
The bosuns whistle shrilled, and Bemyrs voice boomed out. Single up.
Make it lively!
Best I stow my gear, Kharl said. What I have.
Ah Master Kharl, Ghart said. Youll not be minding that we took the
liberty of putting your other things in the captains cabin as well.
Hardly. Thank you. The carpenter-mage shook his head. Seems strange to
go from the focsle aft.
Happens to us all, ser. Youll get used to it. Ghart smiled. Remember
when I had the smallest cubby on the Seasprite.
Left unsaid was the knowledge that very few seamen made the transition
out of the forecastle.
Kharl nodded and made his way past the deck crew. Seeing Reisl and Hodal
there, he smiled at the two. Its good to see you.
Good to see you, Master Kharl, replied Reisl. Wasnt sure we would
when you fell off that horse. The deckhand grinned.
I wasnt either, Kharl admitted. I dont do well with horses. You
could tell that. Belatedly realizing that hed distracted the deck crew,
he added, Best let you get back to listening to Bemyr.
Aye
As Kharl stepped away, toward the hatchway leading to the captains
quarters, he could hear the voices behind him.
 always said something strange
Strange or not, saved our asses more n once replied Reisl.
 never shirked any duty added Hodal.
Kharl wished he could thank the two for their words, but that would just
have embarrassed them.
After stowing his bag in the captains cabinand he somehow felt guilty,
no matter what Hagen and Furwyl saidKharl made his way out and up to the
poop deck. There he stationed himself at the port railing, watching
quietly as Furwyl guided the Seastag away from the pier and into the
narrow channel leading to the Great Western Ocean.
Astern of the ship, the white walls and tiled roofs of Dykaru dwindled
slowly under the cool and clear greenish blue sky. Ahead, there were but
the slightest of whitecaps on the low and rolling swells of the endless
gray-blue waters.
Only when the Seastag was well clear of the harbor did Kharl approach the
captain, standing beside the steering platform and slightly forward of
the helm. The engineman stood to starboard and aft of the wheel.
How long a trip, this time?
Were low on coal, but weve got favoring winds, Furwyl replied. Id
guess four, maybe five days to Cantyl.
Five days five days before he set foot on lands that were his. That
that still seemed more like a dream. But he would see. He certainly
would. In the meantime, he watched the sea and the shrinking outline of
the coast.
Once the Seastag was well clear of the coast, Kharl climbed down the
ladder and crossed the main deck, making his way to the carpenter shop.
Tarkyn looked up from his stool and the scrimshaw he had been carving.
Wondered if youd get down to see an old carpenter. Tarkyns voice was
gruff as usual. Or if youd forgot where you started.
Dont think Ill ever forget that, Kharl replied.
What happened to the staff? You still have it somewhere?
No. Got broken in the fight with the wizards.
Must have been a real fight. Didnt think anything could break it.
Wizardry and magery did. After a moment, Kharl added, Fighting
wizardry did.
Wasnt sure youd make it. You more like fell off that horse when you
brought Lord Ghrant back.
I wasnt either. Felt like Id been run over by a herd of lancers
mounts. That was when I woke up days later. Wouldnt let me do much for
more than an eightday.
You get more than parchment from Lord Ghrant?
They tell me Ive got some landrocks, trees, and a vineyardand some
coins. Took what they offered. Probably stupid not to have asked for
more.
Probably, Tarkyn agreed amiably. Coins never been something that
meant the most to you, though. He studied Kharl, a twinkle in his eyes.
Still pretty fancy cloth youre wearing.
Kharl laughed. Its plain compared to what the lords and their servants
wear. Feels good though. They gave it to me when they found out I had an
audience with Lord Ghrant.
Wagered something like that. What are you going to do now? Dont think
youre going to come back to carpentering now that youre a landed lord.
Not a lord, but I did get some land. Kharl shook his head. Still
trying to figure out what to do next, whether I ought to try to get back
to Brysta.
You dont forget, do you?
For a moment, Kharl was taken aback by the question. No Id guess not.
But he wasnt sure what he wasnt forgetting, not exactly. Or
rather, he didnt want to say that he wasnt forgetting the injustice
hed experienced and seen in too many forms. Charee hadnt cared for his
feelings that way. Sanyle had understood, but most surprisingly to Kharl,
Jeka had. He wondered how she was doing, but he could only hope that
Gha-ran had managed to keep her on in his shop. He still felt guilty
about leaving her, but at the time, he hadnt been sure what else he
could have done.
Dont like to forgive those folks who do evil, either.
Kharl couldnt deny that, either.
Understand that, Tarkyn went on. Dont let revenge get in the way of
doing what needs to be done.
Try not to. Kharl paused, then added, Thank you. For teaching me when
I didnt know enough. For making sure I did learn.
Be a piss-poor carpenter if I didnt.
Youve always been a good one.
What I wanted. Nothing more. Tarkyn laughed. Mostly, anyway.
Isnt it that way always?
They both laughed.
In time, when Kharl made his way back topside, Tarkyns words echoed
through his thoughtsDont let revenge get in the way of doing what needs
to be done. Dont let revenge get in the way deep inside, was he after
revengetargeted against Egen and Justicer Reynol? Or against all those
in power in Brysta?
Could he not just accept his good fortune in Austra, where he had become
recognized and been rewarded?
He looked to port, out at the long coastline lying on the horizon. He had
wanted to have his own place in Austra.
XCII
he trip northward along the eastern coast of Austra was both uneventful
and slow. While there were following winds, as Furwyl had hoped, they
were light. Kharl used some of the time, as he could, talking to Furwyl
and the mates, and especially to Tarkyn, whom he felt he had come to know
later than the others.
On the afternoon of the sixth day after leaving Dykaru, Furwyl fired up
the engines to bring the Seastag into Cantyl. Kharl stood at the poop
railing, watching as the rounded headland to port grew ever larger. In
the black leather bag waiting below, with his garments, was the parchment
patent conveying Cantyl to him from Lord Ghrant, a patent that also
conveyed the lands to his heirs in perpetuity.
As Hagen had told him, the harbor at Cantyl was small, with the headland
he had been watching to the south of the harbora fjiordlike bayand a
low line of cliffs to the north. The entrance to the bay was less than a
kay in width, with steep cliffs more than a hundred cubits in height to
the south and lower cliffs, perhaps twenty cubits above the gray waterto
the north. The sails had been furled a half glass earlier, and with but
the faintest of breezes, the Seastags paddle wheels carried the ship
through the mouth of the harbor and into the bay, an irregular shape that
might have fit in a square two kays on a side.
Be hard to get in here in a blow, Furwyl observed from behind Kharl.
Looks hard enough in calm waters, Kharl replied, thinking that the
harbor would be comparatively easy to defend with a chain system such as
the one employed in Brysta.
Old salts say it was once a pirate haven, back when Austra was but lands
warring with each other could be just a tale.
As the Seastag eased closer to Cantyl, Kharl turned back to study the
entrance to the harbor for a moment. It easily could have been a pirate
refuge. He turned to say that, but Furwyl had retreated to the pilot
platform. So the former cooper and carpenter, who was now both mage and
landholder, just watched as the ship turned southward toward the pier a
kay away.
Before that long, he was studying the five men who stood waiting on the
narrow pier, a structure whose timbers had been bleached near-white by
salt and sun and time. Two were clearly line-handlers. The other three
watched the ship, and Kharl had the feeling that they were waiting for
him. In the stone-walled harbor yard off the foot of the pier were two
heavy wagons. One held beams, the other planks, both loads waiting to be
loaded onto the Seastag.
Furwyl backed down the Seastag expertly, and the ship came to a halt
within cubits of the pier.
Lines out! came the call from Ghart.
Kharl waited until the Seastag was tied at the pier before turning to
Furwyl. Thank you, both for this voyageand for all the ones that made
this one possible.
Our pleasure, Master Kharl. The captain gestured toward the pier. It
would appear that you are expectedand that we might have a cargo.
If you do, it would be the least I could do to repay you and everyone on
board. I cant tell you how much. Kharl grinned.
Then he headed toward the ladder down to the main deck. Once there, he
slipped back into the captains cabin and reclaimed his new bag, and his
old pack, before hurrying back out to the quarterdeck.
Furwyl, all the mates, and Tarkyn stood there. Behind them were a number
of the crew. In the front Kharl spied Reisl, Hodal, and Kawelt.
For a moment, Kharl just looked at them. He swallowed. Finally, he spoke.
Dont know that Im that good with words, but any of you are welcome
here, any time. Wouldnt be here, and have this without you.
He looked at each of the officers in turn, then at Reisl and Hodal.
Reisl grinned.
Kharl swallowed again, before he spoke. Thank you. Thank you all.
Furwyl cleared his throat. Master Kharl were it not for you, its
likely none of us would be standing here. Wed be thanking you for our
lives and our health, and, likewise, youre always welcome here.
Bemyr lifted his whistle and gave a long ululating signal.
With a smile, Kharl walked down the gangway. Once on the pier, he turned
back to the ship and raised his arm in a salute of sorts to the Seastag.
He watched for a moment, then turned to those who had been waiting for
him.
A short and slight figure, balding with some wisps of reddish hair, stood
forward of the two taller men. The top of his head barely reached Kharls
shoulder, but he bowed first. Lord Kharl?
Im Kharl Kharl eased the patent from the top of the leather bag.
Heres Lord Ghrants patent to me
Speltar, ser Im the steward of Cantyl. He took the patent almost
apologetically, reading it carefully before bowing and handing it back.
Kharl slipped the parchment carefully back into his bag.
This is Dorwan, the forester, and Glyan, the vintner, Speltar said,
nodding first to a burly black-haired man close to Kharls age, then to a
gray-bearded and angular man with deep brown eyes.
Kharl studied each man in turn. Im happy to meet you all. Ill be
needing your advice and skills very much. The only thing I know anything
at all about is woods.
Aye, ser, offered Dorwan. That was what the message from Lord Hagen
said.
Are the timbers there cargo for the Seastag?
That they are, said Speltar. When Dorwan heard that the Seastag was
putting in here, a real heavy cargo vessel, we got together some timbers
we could send to Nussar in Valmurl on consignment. That way, youd have
some more golds. We figured well theyd come in useful-like.
Since mages arent known for having full wallets? asked Kharl,
laughingly.
Thatd be true, ser. Dorwan grinned at Kharl.
Kharl could not sense either calculation or chaos in any of the three,
only a certain wariness in the vintner. He turned and gestured to
Fur-wyl, asking the master to join them on the pier.
After a moment, Furwyl walked down the gangway.
Captain Furwyl is now master of the Seastag Kharl said, since Lord
Hagen is occupied as lord-chancellor. He turned to Furwyl. It appears
that you were correct, captain, and that the timbers are a consignment
cargo for you to take to Valmurl.
Furwyl nodded to Kharl, then to Speltar. We would be pleased.
Got the invoices, and the golds right here, captain, offered Speltar,
who looked to Kharl, if that would be fine by you, ser?
Kharl nodded, stepping back slightly.
Once Furwyl had the invoices and the shipping fees, and had returned to
the Seastag, Speltar turned to Dorwan.
Dorwan inclined his head slightly. If youd not mind, ser Kharl, Ill be
supervising the loading.
Go ahead. If youd join us when you can
Yes, ser. Be a while.
Kharl hitched the old pack into place on his shoulder.
Speltar led the way off the pier to the graveled lane that led from the
pier westward and up a gentle slope covered with winter-brown grass to a
series of buildings on a low hill overlooking the harbor. The path looked
to be only about half a kay long.
The three had walked less than ten rods, when Speltar spoke again.
Ser begging your pardon but would you be bringing a consort?
No. After a moment, Kharl added, My consort died about a year ago, and
my sons have left the house. For the moment, Im the only one. Kharl
wondered if, with his newfound wealth, he might be able to track the boys
down, perhaps even send for Arthal, or send someone to bring him back.
Im sorry, ser we didnt know
There was no reason that you would, Kharl replied politely. And I
appreciate your concern.
As they neared the hilltop, Kharl studied the structures. The main house
was modest, at least for a landholders dwelling, a two-story red
sandstone structure only slightly larger than Kharls cooperage had been,
if one excluded the wide, roofed porch that wrapped around the entire
house. The roof was of gray tiles, a patchwork of older and newer darker
gray that showed replacements over the years. The shutters were dark
gray, standing out against the red stone of the walls.
To the south, slightly downhill, were two buildings that looked like
barns. Much farther to the north was a stream and a mill of some sort.
Kharl glanced to Speltar. Is that a sawmill?
Yes, ser. Lord Estloch had it built years back. That way, we can offer
planks and timbers and charge more than we could just selling felled
timber.
The timberlands, the vineyards how far do they go?
Not that far, ser Kharl no more than four kays to the northwest and
five to the southwest, four if you could ride due south, but you cant,
not over those crags.
Kharl turned to the vintner, Glyan. I know less about vineyards and wine
than possibly anything in my life. Youll have to teach me everything you
think I should know.
Youd be wanting to know? Glyans tone was somewhere between ironic and
amused.
I do. I was wondering Do we have a cooperage here?
No, ser. Oak doesnt grow well on the lands round about.
Kharl nodded slowly. And about the grapes?
What would you want to know?
As much as you can tell me. Ill never know what you do, Kharl
admitted, but it seems to me that I ought to know as much as I can.
Glyan laughed. Thatd be taking some time.
I have time. Kharl grinned. And if you tell me a bit at a time, I
might remember it more easily.
Glyan cleared his throat. Well ser the vineyards are over the second
hill there, on the south-facing slope. We only grow two grapes here, the
full red and the golden green. Greens better, makes a Rhynn like no one
else
Kharl listened intently until they neared the house on the hillcrest and
Glyan broke off his words.
 and thats why we check the stones in the watering runs with a bubble
level. Theyve got to be just so. Too little water or too much, and
youve got a juice thats good for vinegar and not much more.
Kharl stopped and looked at the house. A flagstone walk led from the
lane, which ran up the hill, then beside the dwelling, to the front
porch, the one overlooking the harbor. After a moment, he followed
Speltar to the porch.
There he set down the leather bag, before turning and looking out over
the harbor, slowly scanning the water and the surrounding lands. He found
it hard to believe that he owned the lands lands that seemed too vast
for someone considered a small landholder.
He stood and looked for some time, until he heard a cough.
Ser, offered Speltar, might I show you the house?
Kharl smiled broadly. You certainly can, then the barns and the
sawmill. He turned to Glyan. And the vineyard and the cellars as well.
As he turned toward the door, he paused. There really wasnt any reason
he couldnt have a cooperage now, was there?
With a nod to himself, he followed Speltar through the door.
