first light. I couldn’t get an exclusive charter because we couldn’t afford anything big enough to haul us and the animals and coaches if that was all the barge would be carrying. I ended up making a deal.”
The imp Frogface was behind Wheezer, clinging to and peeking around his leg like a frightened child- though I got the feeling it was laughing at us. “All right. I apologize for blowing up. Tell me about the deal.”
“This is only good to what they call the Third Cataract, understand. That’s a place eight hundred sixty miles down that a boat can’t get past. There’s about an eight-mile portage, then you have to hire passage again.”
“To the Second Cataract, no doubt.”
“Sure. Anyway, we can get the long first leg free, with food and fodder provided, if we serve as guards on this commercial barge.”
“Ah. Guards. What do they need guards for? And why so many?”
“Pirates.”
“I see. Meaning we’d end up fighting even if we did pay for our passage.”
“Probably.”
“Did you get a good look at the boat? Is it defensible?”
“Yeah. We could turn it into a floating fort in a couple days. It’s the biggest damned barge I ever seen.”
A tinkle of alarm began nagging in the back of my thoughts. “We’ll give it another look in the morning. All of us. The deal sounds too good to be true, which probably means it is.”
“I figured. That was one of the reasons I bought Frogface. I can send him sneaking around to check things out.” He grinned and glanced at Goblin, who had gone into a corner to plot and pout. “Also, with Frogface along we don’t have to waste no coin on guides and interpreters. He can do all that for us.”
That sent my eyebrows up. “Really?”
“That’s right. See? I do do something useful once in a while.”
“You’re threatening to. You say the imp is ready to use?”
“As ready as he can be.”
“Come on outside where it’s private. I got about ten jobs for it.”
Chapter Eighteen
The barge
I took the outfit to the waterfront before the sun got its rump over the hills beyond the river. The city remained somnolent, except for traffic headed the way we were. The nearer the river the worse it got. And the waterfront was a frenzied hive.
There were crows.
“Looks like they’ve been at it all night,” I said. “Which one is it, One-Eye?”
“That big one over there.”
I headed the direction he pointed. The barge was a monster, all right. It was a giant wooden shoe of a thing meant mainly to drift with the current. Travel would be slow on a fat, sluggish river like this. “It looks new.”
We moved in an island of silence and stares. I tried to read the faces of the laborers we passed. I saw little but a slight wariness. I noted a few armed men, as big as my visitors of yesterday, boarding some of the lesser barges. I eyed the stevedores marching aboard our craft. “Why the lumber, do you suppose?”
“My idea,” One-Eye said. “It’s to build mantlets. The only protection from missile fire they had was wicker screens. I’m surprised they listened and went to the bother and expense. Maybe they took me up on all my suggestions. We’re set if they did.”
“I’m not surprised.” I was now sure that not only had our arrival been foreseen, it had been calculated into the schemes of an entire city. That pirate infestation was more than a nuisance. These folks meant to hammer it down using a band of expendable adventurers.
I did not understand why they thought they had to run a game on us. That was our trade. And we had to go down that river anyway.
Maybe it was the way the society worked. Maybe they could not believe the truth.
With Frogface’s help it took about six minutes to straighten put the bargemaster and the committee of bigwigs waiting with him. I wrangled the promise of a huge fee on top of our passage. “We go to work as soon as we see the money,” I told them. Lo. It appeared almost magically.
One-Eye told me, “You could have held them up.” “They’re desperate,” I agreed. “Must be something they have to get through. Let’s get to work.” “Don’t you want to know what?” “It doesn’t matter. We’re going anyway.” “Maybe. But I’ll have Frogface look around.” “Whatever.” I toured the main deck. Otto and Hagop tagged along. We talked upgraded defensibility. “We need a better idea of what we’re up against. We want to be prepared for pirate tactics. For example, we might set up engines behind the mantlets if they attack from small boats.”
I paused along the wharf side rail. It was obvious a convoy would follow our barge, which as obviously had been constructed to lead the way. Never would they get it back upriver. It had only enough oars to keep it pointed the right direction.
There were crows over the chaos. I ignored them. I had begun to suspect I was obsessed.
Then I spied an island of emptiness against a warehouse wall. People avoided it without noting what they were doing. A vague shape stood in shadow. Crows fluttered up and down.
I felt like someone was staring at me. Was it my imagination? No one else saw the damned crows. “Time I found out what the hell is going on. One-Eye! I need to borrow your new pet.”
I told Frogface to go over and take a gander. He went. And in a minute he was back, giving me a funny look. “What was I supposed to see, Captain?”
“What did you see?”
“Nothing.”
I looked over there. Nothing was what I saw now. But then I spotted the three big guys who had tried to talk to me yesterday. They had a bunch of cousins with them, getting in the way. They were watching our barge. I presumed they were interested in us still. “Got a translating job for you, runt.”
The biggest guy’s name was Mogaba. Him and his buddies wanted to sign on with the Company. He said there were more at home like them if I would have them. Then he claimed a right. He told me that all the big men I saw wandering around with sharp steel were descendants of the Black Company men who had served Gea-Xle in olden times. They were the Nar, the military caste of the city. I got the impression that to them I was something holy, the real Captain, a demigod.
“What do you think?” I asked One-Eye.
“We could use guys like them. Look at them. Monsters. Take all you can get if they’re for real.”
“Can Frogface find out?”
“You bet.” He instructed the imp, sent him scooting.
“Croaker.”
I jumped. I had not heard One-Eye coming. “What?” “Those Nar are the real thing. Tell him, Frogface.” The imp piped away in that high Goblin voice. The Nar were indeed descendants of our forebrethren. They did form a separate caste, a warrior cult built around the myths the Company left behind. They kept their own set of Annals and observed the ancient traditions better than we did. Then Frogface hit me with the kicker.
Somebody called Eldpn the Seer, a famous local wizard, foretold our coming months ago, about the time we were crossing those shaggy-backed hills headed for D’loc-Aloc. The Nar (a word meaning black) had initiated a series of contests and trials to select the best man of each hundred to rejoin the father standard and make the pilgrimage to Khatovar. If we would have them.
Eldon the Seer had deciphered our mission from afar, too.
I do not like it when things are going on that I do not understand. Understand?
Mogaba was chosen commander of the delegation by virtue of being the champion of the caste.
While the Nar prepared for a holy hadj the lords and merchants of Gea-Xle began setting up to use us to break through a pirate blockade that had become impenetrable in recent years.
The great hope from the north. That was us.
“I don’t know what to say,” I told One-Eye.
