incompetent. For some reason they will fall behind.'
Victor looked at me, puzzled. 'Why in the world are you saying that, Amelia?'
'I could be wrong, and if I am wrong, we will all be captured again, have our memories erased, and get turned back into unhappy children. Maybe Vanity and I will end up as Boggin's sex toys, and Colin will have to marry the wrinkled old Mrs. Wren. So what do we have to lose? Vanity, set your course! Full speed ahead! Ramming speed! Just ignore the enemy. I am sure they will go away if we just don't pay them any mind!'
Colin said, 'She's gone nuts. I vote we vote her out and put in a leader who is more on the non-nuts side of the nuts/non-nuts spectrum.'
I pointed a finger at him: 'You are still going to stand court-martial for your disobedience of a direct order, mister! So don't you give me any lip.'
Victor was smart. I saw his eyes twinkle, and he snorted. 'No. The leader is right. Vanity, just steer between them. They will part and let us pass.' He looked at me: 'Assuming they have not suffered a change in policy in the meanwhile.'
I spread my hands. 'I admit it is a risk. I am making an assumption.'
Vanity raised her hand. 'Ooh! Me next! My question! What assumption? What the heck are you two talking about?'
Quentin was standing with his head cocked to one side, as if listening to a whisper that no one else could hear. He had one hand on his staff, which was set firmly against the deck to help brace him, and the other hand was cupped in front of him. Perhaps he was reading the lines of his own palm.
Quentin said, 'I think fate just altered. I would have to do a more detailed reading to get a clear result. Something just happened.' He looked up at me, and looked rather impressed and rather surprised. 'How did you do that?'
Vanity said, 'Do what? What is going on? Is today just official Everybody-Picks-on-Vanity day?'
I said to Quentin, 'A magician never reveals her secrets!'
Colin said, 'This isn't funny! You're all going mad as March bunnies! And someone is going to tell me what is going on! I have a right to know!'
I stood up, giving Colin a cold and haughty look: 'No! No you don't! You have a right to obey orders, which you never do, even though the rest of us do! It is damn hard to be leader, and I don't like it, and I am tired of you trying to make my job harder! So you don't get to know! And stop calling for votes and stop undercutting my authority, or I actually Will take a riding crop to your butt and I will enjoy it and you won't!'
Colin stepped back, amazed by my outburst.
Vanity raised her hand. 'Don't I get to know? I promise to be good. Oh, pul-eese! You've got to tell me what's going on!'
I said, 'Well, okay. But you were disobedient, too. You should have run away and left me when I told you to. Come here.'
I leaned and whispered in her ear.
Vanity actually giggled. 'Oh, that is so obvious! Oh, that is funny, isn't it?'
Colin said, 'What? What?'
I said, 'Today is hereby declared official Everybody-Picks-on-Colin day! The Dark Mistress has spoken!'
Colin muttered, 'And this is different from every other day how, again, exactly?'
Twenty minutes later, with the dawn sun appearing on the horizon ahead, we heard a shrill horn-call pass from ship to ship, and banners rose in signal on the huge battle barges on the horizon astern of us. The speeding black ships curveted and turned port and starboard, leaving trails of foam hissing in the waters, like the palm-tree decorations in an Egyptian temple, parallel lines suddenly spreading and curving left and right.
The forces of Mavors fell astern and were lost.
I spread my hands and said, 'Ta-da!'
Colin got down on one knee. 'Please tell me. This is torture.'
I said, 'Maybe I want to torture you, little boy! The Catwoman brooks no defiance from her henchmen! The torture will continue until you learn how to hench when it is henching time!'
He clasped his hands in prayer: 'Okay, okay. I'll be good, up until the moment you are no longer leader. Then I am going to find some excuse, I swear to God, to do a Boggin on you. An opportunity will come. I know it. You'll create one. But I am sorry I disobeyed, I won't do it again; I will be good! May I never see you half-naked again if I am forsworn of this oath! Please tell me what the hell just happened?'
I paused a moment, glaring down at him.
Well, he had chucked an Atlantis guy overboard for me, after making him praise me. That was worth something.
Besides, I wasn't sure what 'do a Boggin' meant, but it did not sound decent, so I was inclined to avoid the matter.
