'It is conjectured,' said Callimachus, 'that the Voskjard is stronger than Policrates. it is thought he commands some 50 ships and2,500 men. We have better information on Policrates. He commands 40 ships and some 2,000 men. 'United, they would become a mighty force,' I said.
'To be sure,' said Callimachus, 'and yet some 50 ships can be brought into the river by Port Cos and some 45 by Ar's station. Accordingly in an engagement of fleets Port Cos and Ar's Station, acting together, would bring to bear the superior forces.' 'How many ships of Ar's Station support us at the chain?' I asked. 'Ten at the chain and 20 in the vicinity of the south guard station,' said Callimachus. 'Thirty in all,' I said.
'There are another 20 at Port Cos, of course,' said Callimachus. 'They are, however, held there to defend the town if need be.' 'How many independent ships?' I asked.
«Seven,» said Callimachus. 'Two from Victoria, two from Jort's Ferry, two from Point Alfred, and one from Fina.' Jort's Ferry and Point Alfred lie west of Ar's Station and tend to follow the lead of Ar's Station, favoring generally the politics of Ar.
'We have then 47 ships upon the river,' I said. 'Yes,' said Callimchus. 'And it is estimated that the Voskjard's fleet numbers some 50 ships?' 'Yes, said Callimachus.
'It would seem, then,' I said, 'that the odds are approximately even.' 'Or, with the chain, perhaps in our favor?' said Callimachus. 'It might seem so, ' I said. 'But you are skeptical?' he asked. 'Our ships are scattered,' I said. They patrol the chain.'And the fleet of the Voskjard can, at will, attack at any given point.'
'Cutting the chain,' I said, 'they could, in one or more successive engagements, outnumber and destroy the defending ships.' 'You think like a Warrior,' said Callimachus.'Our hope, of course,' I said, 'is that they can be held behind the cahin long enough to permit the massing our our full forces.' 'Of course,' said Callimachus.
'You said earlier,' I said, 'that you did not think we could stop an attack in force upon the chain.' 'That is true,' he said. 'Why not?' I asked. 'Consider the matter,' he said. 'Those from Ar's Station are essentially infrantrymen of Ar, put at the oars of galleys. They are unfamiliar with naval warfare. And the independent ships like the Tina, are not manned by warriors, but by volunteers, stalward but untrained fellows, mostly of lower castes. Our defensive force, in effect, is the fleet of Por Cos.'
'It is then, you feel,' I said apprehensively, 'in effect some 30 ships, those of Port Cos, against the fleet of the Voskjard?' Substantially so, ' agreed Callimachus.
'Why then are you here?' I asked. 'I am of the Warriors,' said Callimachus. 'I see,' I said. 'Why are you here?' he asked. 'I do not know,' I said.
'You are here, ' he said, 'because you, too, are of the Warriors.' 'I am not of the Warriors,' I said. 'Not everyone who is of the Warriors knows that he is of theWarriors,' said Callimachus. 'I do not understand,' I said. 'I have seen it,' said Callimachus, 'in your eyes, that you are of the Warriors.' 'You are mad,' I said.
'Ten thousand years ago,' he said, 'in the mixing of bloods, and in the rapings of conquered maids, the caste has chosen you.' 'You are mad,' I told him.
'We shall see short,' said he. He drew his sword. 'Why are you drawing your sword?' I asked. 'Surely you can hear?' he asked. 'What?' I said, 'What?'
'I was wrong,' he said. 'I thought there might be no battle.' 'I do not understand,' I said.
'Yet,' said Callimachus, 'if the Tamira were truly the scout ship ofRagnar Voskjard, and if she crossed the chain westward four days ago, and a rendezvous was made in the river, in the vicinity of the holding of Ragnar Voskjard, the times involved are not inappropriate.'
'What are you talking about?' I asked. 'Can you not hear it?' he asked. 'I hear nothing,' I cried. 'You are mad!' I heard only the water at the strakes, the creaking of the chain, the sound of oars restless in the thole ports, the far-off cries of occasional Vosk gulls.'There is nothing,' I whispered.
Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck lifted and froze. 'See?' asked Callimachus, lifting his sword, and poining out into the fog. 'No,' I said. I coul dnot see anything in the fog. But, now, clearly, I could hear it.
Then, suddenly, through a rift in the fog I saw, not more than a hundred yards away, across the chain, what seemed a countless number of ships.
'It is the fleet of Ragnar Voskjard,' he said. There was an elation which I found incomprehensible in his voice.
I stood, for the moment unable to move, on the deck at the bow below the stem castle of the galley.
'Your sword is in your hand,' smiled Callimachus. I could not remember unsheathing it.
'Sound the battle horns!' called Callimachus to the men on the ship. 'Sound the battle horns.'
