Yeill swirled her cape around herself, revealing the lean body cloaked beneath. 'My father has done well with his trading in Baldur's Gate. I can afford to be generous.'
'There are many other crewmen,' Jherek said.
'You are by far the most handsome.'
Jherek flushed again. Never had a woman been so shameless in her pursuit. Even the scullery maids of the Figureheadless Tavern along the eastern dock walk in Velen were not so forceful.
'Perhaps you've not seen me in good light, lady,' he said.
'Can it be?' she asked with obvious delight. 'Handsome and modest?' She wrinkled her brow, then a smile dawned on her crimson lips. 'Or is there more to it?'
Jherek shouldered the rope. 'I have to get back to work, otherwise it will be the barnacle detail for a month for me if the captain finds me dallying.'
Yeill's voice sharpened. 'You'll stay here till I say you can go, boy.'
Part of the old resentment at being unfairly commanded and ordered welled up in Jherek, and it almost loosened his tongue before he seized control of it. 'Aye, lady.'
'My father hired this ship and all the men aboard it to see to our needs during our voyage,' the Amnian woman stated. 'That work won't be shirked.'
Jherek bowed his head, using the motion to break the eye contact. 'Aye, lady.'
'How old are you, boy?'
'Nineteen.'
'Yet you are only a deckhand, not a mate.'
'I've not had the promise of potential.'
'Then your captain lacks ability in picking his men. When the storm wracked this ship yesterday morn, you were the first to climb up into the rigging and cut the ropes to save at least some of the sails.'
'I don't think I was the first.' Jherek knew that he was, though. The rigging held no fears for him, even in the worst of storms.
She ran her eyes over him again, lingering on the apron across his narrow hips. 'Tell me, boy, have you never been with a woman before?'
Jherek steeled himself and faced her. His answers had to be his own and truthful, and she was demanding them. 'No.'
She stroked his face with the back of her hand. 'With your looks, that has to be by choice.'
Jherek reached up and captured her hand in his, then slowly removed it from his face. 'Aye.'
'You do like women?'
'Not all of those I've met,' Jherek told her, skating the thin line of insubordination, 'but in the way you mean, aye.'
'Do you find me unattractive then?'
'I think you're a very beautiful woman.'
'So you're content to merely look at me?' Her gaze mocked him.
'I don't know you,' Jherek said, 'nor do you know me.'
'I'm willing to get to know you,' Yeill stated forcefully, 'and pay you for the opportunity.'
'I'm not for sale. Not that way.' Jherek released her hand and took a step back, just out of her reach. Nausea touched his stomach in response to her offer.
'Ridiculous,' the Amman woman snapped. 'Everyone is for sale.'
'Not me,' Jherek said.
She raked him with her fiery eyes. 'You tread in dangerous waters, boy. Maybe you don't remember who you're dealing with.'
'I remember.'
'Do you realize the insult you offer me, boy?'
'There's no insult intended. You asked for something that I'm not prepared to sell.'
'You think so much of it, then?'
Jherek wished he could have said more. She would have understood had she been where he'd been, had lived on as little as he'd been given in his early life. There was so little left that was truly his.
'What you ask for can't be bought, lady, only given.'
'You speak of hearts, boy.'
'I speak of love.'
She laughed at him derisively and asked, 'You believe such a thing exists?'
'I want to believe,' Jherek said. In truth, he didn't know, but he wasn't prepared to settle for anything less than the true love Malorrie's tales had told of.
'A fool believes in love.'
He let some of the anger out then, in his own defense. 'You would trouble yourself over a fool, lady?'
She smiled at him, prettily, but her eyes were hard and cutting as barnacles. 'If he had a handsome face and a soft touch,' she answered, 'and I had the price. Trust me, boy, I do have your price.'
Jherek settled the ropes more securely about his shoulder. 'Lady, I mean no offense, but I must get to work.' Behind her, he saw Captain Finaren step onto the main deck, leaning on the railing and looking down at him.
'You're a foolish boy,' Yeill stated. 'You'll regret this.' Without warning, she slapped him.
Jherek saw the blow coming and chose not to dodge it entirely. Malorrie's martial training included close-in fighting as well as the blade. Her open hand collided with his cheek and he felt one of her rings cut his face. Blood trickled down his cheek and he tasted it inside his mouth as well. She'd hit harder than he'd expected.
'Tell your fellow sailors that you made an improper advance toward me,' the Amnian woman whispered roughly. 'If you don't, trust me when I say that you'll regret it.'
He met her gaze. 'If you think that I would choose to dishonor you,' he told her in an equally low voice, 'you still show your ignorance of the kind of man I choose to be.'
'You're no man,' she said. 'A man would have come to me himself, days ago.' She turned sharply and walked away from him.
Jherek stood there, his face burning crimson, and listened to the jeering catcalls of the other sailors. Shaking a little with the anger and fear that nearly consumed him, he walked to the nearest rigging and leaped up into the ropes. He climbed swiftly, edging out to the area that he'd been assigned to repair.
When he showed no sign of responding to the catcalls and off-color comments, the other sailors gave up baiting him. High above the deck, feeling the morning sun soak into him, he let go of the emotions, pushing them out of his body. Madame litaar had been the first to get him past the fear that had become his birthright. She had taught him to trust himself, and gradually a handful of others, but he was at his best when he was alone.
His fingers worked cleverly, almost without him thinking about it. He braided the new rope in with the old rigging, then cut away the frayed pieces. The cries of the heggrims, following after Finaran's Butterfly for the garbage that was dumped every morning and after every meal, soothed him. He chose a new piece of rope and paused long enough to gaze out across the water.
The ocean spread rolling and green. He loved the sea, loved the sailor's life, loved the autonomy of living aboard ship. Those things took him away from large groups of people. Interacting with others, especially when they didn't make sense, drained him and often left him dispirited.
He breathed in the salt air and felt invigorated. The Amnians would be gone soon, and they'd be home in Velen for a few days. He found he was looking forward to it more than usual.
'What happened betwixt you and that girl, lad?' Jherek sat in the rigging, tied in now as he worked the more narrow and more tricky spots on the mast. The storm yesterday morning had been unforgiving, ripping across the cog's decks and doing exterior damage that would be repaired at a later time.
'What's she saying?' Jherek asked carefully.
Captain Virne Finaren stood on the nearby mast arm, a short burly man of sixty and more years who hadn't given up any aspect of his duties to his ship. The captain still hand-trained the more capable of his crew. He'd taught Jherek the few things the boy hadn't known about ships.
'She's saying that you made improper advances toward her,' Finaren said.
He wore a full beard the yellow color of Calim Desert sand, spotted now with winter silver. The sun had tightened his eyes, making them slits across copper pupils. His face was seamed from exposure to the elements
