Dr. Rain who he's treated, but I doubt that whoever attacked Hercуl will be looking for treatment in sickbay.'
Neeps sighed. 'You're right, I suppose. But you had another secret to share, Thasha. What is it?'
Thasha took a deep breath. She said, 'I'm not marrying that prince. Not for Prahba or Arqual or peace or anything. Hercуl was going to get me out of it, somehow. If he dies-'
Her sobs broke out in earnest. The boys looked at each other. One did not simply hug an ambassador's daughter, did one? At last, awkwardly, they gripped her by the elbows, as if propping up a rickety ladder. They could not tell if she was comforted or annoyed.
Eventually she pulled out a red handkerchief, blew her nose and continued, 'If Hercуl dies I'll find a way out myself. I'll have Ramachni spirit me away or turn me into a skunk. Or I'll just run off. I have enough gold to sail twice around the world.'
'They'll send a fleet after you,' said Pazel.
'Two fleets,' Neeps put in. 'One Sizzy, one Arquali. But who's this Ramachni?'
'Then I'll jump ship before we're anywhere near Simja,' Thasha went on, ignoring Neeps. 'Right here in Uturphe. With you, Pazel! And I'll buy us both passage to somewhere far away, in the Crown-less Lands or Outer Isles. That's what I want to hire you for, see? To be my guide.'
In the silence that followed they heard cows munching placidly in their stalls.
Neeps was the first one to speak. 'I knew it, mate, she's cracked.'
'Entirely,' said Pazel. 'I've never even seen the Outer Isles. And what will your father say if you disappear?'
'Whatever he likes,' said Thasha with sudden anger. 'He sent me to the Lorg! I blamed Syrarys for years, but it was him. He needed a daughter fit to marry a prince, and that's what the Sisters were training me for. You're right, Neeps: I'm just cargo to these people.'
'One of these people is the Emperor,' said Pazel. 'Do you think he'll let you slip away?'
'Not easily. That's why I need your help.'
'His help!' laughed Neeps. 'I like that! Not enough that you've ended his sailing career. You want him to be a fugitive. With His Supremacy's men and the Black Rags combing the seas for him.'
'You make everything sound so rotten,' said Thasha.
'Listen, half-wit, it's rotten whatever I say. When they catch you, they'll make you marry a Sizzy. But what do you think they'll do to Pazel? He talks back to your dad and gets whipped like a slave. If he helps you run away-'
'They'll kill me,' said Pazel quietly.
Thasha sat on a step. She covered her face with her hands, but this time she didn't cry. After a moment she looked up at them. 'You're right,' she said. 'I have to do this alone. They'd kill Hercуl, too, if he tried to help me. I'm that important, somehow. Peace is coming, and this made-up marriage is the guarantee.'
'But they don't want peace,' whispered Pazel. 'They want war.' The others looked at him, stunned.
'Who wants war?' blurted Neeps.
'Be quiet, you donkey!' Pazel seized his arm. 'I don't know who!'
'Well where in the brimstone Pits did you get that idea?'
'I can't tell you. But it's true, Thasha: all this peacemaking is a sham. Ramachni told us there was an evil mage hidden aboard.'
'Who's Ramachni?' said Neeps, stamping his foot.
'He didn't say the mage had anything to do with me,' said Thasha. 'Or with this Treaty Bride business.'
'What else could be so important about this voyage?' Pazel went on. 'And don't you see, Thasha? If someone is trying to start a war, breaking off the marriage will play right into their hands.'
'I don't see, and I don't care,' said Thasha. 'Let them hand over someone else to the Sizzies!'
'Right for once,' said Neeps. 'I don't know the half of this-but Pazel, you're not making sense. If some fools wanted a new war with the Black Rags, they could find easier ways to start it.'
No one spoke for a moment. Pazel was thinking of Chadfallow's words, ten years ago at his mother's table. Lies, Suthinia. We are adrjft without charts in a sea of lies. And what else? One lie can doom the world. One fearless soul can save it.
'Thasha,' he said, 'who else knows you plan to run off?'
'Nobody else.'
'Just think, then,' said Pazel. 'There's never been a marriage between Sizzies and Arqualis. But there's also been no war for forty years.'
'So?'
'So what if the marriage itself is supposed to start the war?'
'Oh, rubbish!' said Thasha. 'This whole business has been planned for decades. First the fighting stopped, then the name-calling. Then a few important men on both sides, men like Dr. Chadfallow, met and talked. Now a Mzithrini prince takes a… a-'
'A gift basket,' said Pazel. 'Tied up in bows.'
She gave him a look to curdle milk. 'A daughter of an enemy soldier, that's all that matters. And when I've lived seven years in Babqri City, the Mzithrin priests are supposed to pronounce me acceptable, or noncontagious, or at the very least human, and that will mean Arqual itself is no longer the enemy of the Old Faith. And then we all become friends.'
'Very pretty,' said Neeps.
'Foolishness and rot,' said Thasha. 'But it's supposed to prevent a war, not start one. Pazel, you're not being fair. I've told you my secrets, and you've told me nothing but your crazy guesses. If this wedding is really a sham, don't you think I have the right to know?'
'She's got a point, mate,' said Neeps. 'Trust and trust alike.'
They waited, but Pazel just shook his head. 'If I could explain,' he said, 'you'd understand why I can't.'
'That's the maddest thing yet,' said Neeps. 'Rin help us if-oy! You there!'
The others turned. Seated primly on the stairs above them was Sniraga, Lady Oggosk's cat. The red animal looked at them serenely, like someone enjoying a bit of light theater from a balcony.
'Sniraga!' said Pazel. 'Why's she always popping up?'
'That cat gives me the chills,' said Thasha.
'She stole a pickle from the galley this morning,' said Neeps.
'She stole my leek fritter in Sorrophran,' Pazel growled. 'Go on, thief, away with you!'
The cat turned Pazel an indifferent look. Then she bent her head and lifted something coiled and shiny from the deck.
'My necklace!' Thasha cried, aghast. 'How did she get it? I must have left the door open!'
With the silver chain in her teeth, Sniraga stood and stretched. Then, before anyone could move, she sprang up the stairs and vanished.
'Oh, catch her, catch her!' Thasha shouted. 'Prahba will murder me!'
They raced after the cat, but Sniraga was already gone from sight. At the berth deck they divided: Thasha kept climbing, muttering oaths, and the boys rushed in among the sailors. The cat, the cat! they begged. Had anyone seen it? No one had. But when they reached the tarboys' quarters Reyast waved them down.
'T-T-T-Teggatz is fit to k-k-kill you, Neeps!'
'Blow me down!' said Neeps. 'I've been gone half an hour!'
'M-m-m-more.'
'And I'm late for cow-and-pig duty,' said Pazel. 'Thasha will have to manage alone.'
'She'll manage,' said Neeps. 'Stay out of trouble, mate.'
Neeps rushed back to his post. Pazel returned to the manger and spent the next two hours mucking it out, and feeding the goats and cattle. Then the dairy cow needed milking, and a goat kicked over a five-gallon pail of fresh water, forcing Pazel to haul another from the deck below. When his labor was done at last, Pazel sat in the hay beside the cow and leaned into her warm flank.
He had about ten minutes before Fiffengurt locked him up in the brig for the night. He stank of manure and piss. It was the smell as much as the thought of iron bars that reminded him: Steldak.
His own troubles had made him forget Rose's prisoner for days. Now he felt selfish, ashamed. Someone had to help that man.
