west and never, ever come back. Their lives depended on convincing the Algarvians they were worth their keep.
A Forthwegian passing by called, 'Hey, you Kaunians!' When a couple of the blonds looked up, he drew his finger across his throat and made horrible gurgling noises. Then he threw back his head and laughed. So did the Algarvian strawbosses. So did about half the Forthwegian laborers. The Kaunians, for some reason, didn't seem to find the joke so funny.
And Ealstan had to walk on by without even cursing his loutish countryman. He didn't dare do anything that would draw the occupiers' notice. His own fate was of no great concern to him. Without him, though, how would Vanai manage? He didn't want her to have to find out.
At the doorway to the flat, he gave the coded knock he always used. Vanai opened the door to let him in. After they kissed, they both said the same thing at the same time: 'I've got news.' Laughing, they pointed to each other and said the same thing at the same time again: 'You first.'
'All right,' Ealstan said, and told Vanai of Ethelhelm's disappearance. He finished, 'I don't know where he's gone, I don't know what he's doing, and I don't much care, not anymore. Maybe he even listened to me- maybe he's gone off to find some quiet little place in the country where nobody will care where he came from or what he used to do as long as he pulls his weight.'
'Maybe,' Vanai said. 'That would be easier for him if he didn't look as if he had Kaunian blood, of course. Maybe someone got my spell to him.'
'Maybe somebody did,' Ealstan said. 'For his sake, I hope somebody did. It would make things easier.' He paused, then remembered he wasn't the only one with something on his mind. He pointed at Vanai and asked, 'What's your news?'
'I'm going to have a baby,' she answered.
Ealstan gaped. He didn't know what he'd expected her to say. Whatever it was, that wasn't it. For a couple of seconds, he couldn't think of anything to say. What did come out was a foolish question: 'Are you sure?'
Vanai laughed in his face. 'Of course I am,' she answered. 'I have a perfectly good way to tell, you know. I was pretty sure a month ago. There's no room for doubt now, not anymore.'
'All right,' he mumbled. His cheeks and ears heated. Talk of such intimate details embarrassed him. 'You surprised me.'
'Did I?' Vanai raised an eyebrow. 'I'm not surprised, not really. Or rather, the only thing I am surprised about is that it took so long to happen. We've been busy.'
He heard her, but he wasn't really paying much attention to what she said. 'A baby. I don't know anything about taking care of babies. Do you?'
'Not really,' she said. 'We can learn, though. People do. If they didn't, there wouldn't be any more people.'
'We'll have to think of a name,' Ealstan said, and then added, 'Two names,' remembering it might be either boy or girl. 'We'll have to do… all sorts of things.' He had no idea what most of them were, but Vanai was right- he could learn. He'd have to learn. 'A baby.'
He walked past his wife into the kitchen, opened a jar of red wine, and poured two cups full. Then he went out to Vanai, handed her one, and raised the other in salute. They both drank. Vanai yawned. 'I'm sleepy all the time. That's another thing that's supposed to be a sign.'
'Is it?' Ealstan shrugged a shrug meant to show ignorance. 'I'd noticed you were, but I didn't think it meant anything.'
'Well, it does,' she said. 'You sleep as much as you can beforehand, because you won't sleep once the baby's born.'
'That makes sense,' Ealstan agreed. 'A baby.' He kept saying the words. He believed them, but in a different sense he had trouble believing them. 'My mother and father will be grandparents. My sister will be an aunt.' He started to mention his brother also, started and then stopped. Leofsig was dead. He still had trouble believing that, too.
Vanai's mind was going down the same ley line. 'My grandfather would be a great-grandfather,' she said, and sighed. 'And he would grumble about miscegenation and halfbreeds as long as he lived.'
Ealstan hadn't cared about that. He didn't think his family would, either. Oh, there was Uncle Hengist, Sidroc's father, but Ealstan wasn't going to waste any worry on him. 'The baby will be fine,' he said, 'as long as-'
He didn't break off quite soon enough. Vanai thought along with him again. 'As long as Algarve loses the war,' she said, and Ealstan had to nod. She went on, 'But what if Algarve doesn't lose? What if the baby's looks show it has Kaunian blood? Will we have to make magic over it two or three times a day till it can make magic for itself? Will it have to make magic for itself for the rest of its life?'
'Algarve can't win,' Ealstan declared, though he knew no certain reason why not. The redheads seemed convinced they could.
But Vanai didn't contradict him. She wanted to believe that as much as he did- more than he did. 'Let me get supper ready,' she said. 'It won't be anything fancy- just bread and cheese and olives.'
'That will be fine,' Ealstan said. 'The way the redheads are stealing from us, we're lucky to have that. We're lucky we can afford it.'
'That's not luck,' Vanai answered. 'That's because you do good work.'
'You're sweet.' Ealstan hurried over to her and gave her another kiss.
'I love you,' she said. They'd both been speaking Forthwegian; they almost always did these days. Suddenly, though, she switched to Kaunian: 'I want the child to learn this language, too, to know both sides of its family.'
'All right,' Ealstan replied, also in Kaunian. 'I think that would be very good.' He was pleased he could bring the words out quickly. He pulled out a chair for Vanai. 'If it is cheese and olives and bread, you sit down. I can fix that for us.'
More often than not, she didn't want him messing about in the kitchen. Now, with a yawn, she said, 'Thank you.' After a moment, she added, 'You speak Kaunian well. I'm glad.'
Ealstan, of course, hadn't learned it as his birthspeech. He'd acquired it from schoolmasters who'd stimulated his memory with a switch. Even so, he told the truth when he answered, 'I am glad, too.'
Cornelu's leviathan heartily approved of swimming south and west toward the outlet of the Narrow Sea, to the waters just off the coast of the land of the Ice People. He'd expected nothing different; Eforiel, the leviathan he'd ridden for King Burebistu of Sibiu, had also liked to make this journey. The tiny plants and animals that fed bigger ones flourished in the cold water off the austral continent.
The leviathan cared nothing for tiny plants and animals. Whales fed on those, sieving them up with baleen. But the squid and mackerel and tunny that swarmed where food was so thick delighted the leviathan, delighted it so much that Cornelu sometimes had trouble persuading it to go where he wanted.
'Come on, you stubborn thing!' he exclaimed in exasperation more affectionate than otherwise. 'Plenty of nice fish for you to eat over here, too.' Despite taps and prods, the beast didn't want to obey him. If it decided to go off on its own and eat itself fat, what could he do? Every so often, a leviathan-rider went out on a mission that looked easy and was never seen again…
Eventually- and, in fact, well before he could go from exasperated to alarmed- the leviathan decided there might be good eating in the direction he chose, too. That didn't mean Cornelu could take it easy and not worry on the ride. Algarvian warships prowled the ley lines that ran south from occupied Sibiu. Algarvian leviathans swam in these seas, too. And Algarvian dragons flew overhead.
Every day was longer than the one that had gone before. And, the farther south the leviathan swam, the longer the sun stayed in the heavens. At high summer, daylight never ceased on the austral continent. The season hadn't come to that yet, but it wasn't far away.
Ice floating in the sea foretold the presence of the austral continent: first relatively small, relatively scattered chunks, then bergs that loomed up out of the water like sculpted mountains of blue and green and white and bulked ever so much larger below the surface of the ocean. Somehow, leviathans could sense those great masses of
