Samir’s turn to shake his head.
“I think you look back with rosy vision. When I think back on her youth I can see her playing the pair of us time and again. I think all that’s happened has merely accentuated her selfish ambition.”
“I hope you’re wrong. Even the most noble of people can be changed by events. Look at you. You’ve sunk ships, taken lives and robbed people, and we both know you were never that sort of boy.”
Samir laughed.
“Rosy vision again, I think, brother. I’m under no misconceptions that I was born anything other than a rogue.”
Ghassan was starting to get irritated now.
“Listen! We cannot just arbitrarily condemn Asima to anything without being sure that there is no other possibility. I live in constant hope that she will change and, while that doesn’t appear to be happening, we’ve done nothing to help either. Perhaps if we try to push her in the right direction, we can get the Asima of old back?”
“You make it sound like I’m planning to have her executed. Alright, Ghassan. We’ve a little time yet. What do you want?”
“I want to give her the chance; I want to try to help her. I agree with your plan, with reservations, but I want to be sure that it’s necessary first.”
Samir nodded slowly.
“Then for the sake of your conscience, I’ll give her the chance to prove to us that she can change; that she can be reasonable. Healing is the province of BelaPraxis and, as you know, everything with the ‘desert lady’ comes in threes. We’ll give her three chances, but only three. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“So,” Samir sat back heavily “what are your other reservations?”
“Lassos, basically.”
“And?”
Ghassan sighed.
“Samir, Lassos is the most infamous den of pirate iniquity in the world. Most criminals would be afraid to go there. As for us… well, I’m an ex-naval captain that’s probably still on the top of their list of enemies to disembowel. The only thing that might have knocked me off the top position is you overtaking me for what they likely see as betrayal and endangerment of the island. Neither of us is likely able to set a foot on that dock there without it being nailed to the timber by angry pirates.”
He grinned.
“There is a certain level of risk there, I’ll grant you. I’m just trusting that my dice roll is high enough to make them fold without rolling themselves.”
“There’s still only one of you and eleven of them. If you’re wrong, the odds are going to be very heavily stacked against us.”
The smaller brother leaned forward over the table.
“I have other friends. Even if things go the worst they can, the odds aren’t as bad as you suggest.”
“And what of the council? These are vicious old, hard-bitten pirates; they’ve only made it onto the council by being some of the most evil and remorseless bastards the world has ever known. They’re not likely to fold easily and even if they do, they’ll stay put at their table and leave it to us.”
Samir’s grinintensified.
“I’ve already got that worked out. Just trust me, Ghassan.”
Ghassan sighed and then smiled a helpless smile.
“I love the idea, Samir… I really do. I just hope you’re right and it all comes together.”
The captain stretched and stood.
“This has been years in the making, Ghassan. Things have been unfolding and I’ve been manoeuvring them for months now. Alright, there’s a way ahead of us yet, but you have no idea how much work I’ve already put in and what’s gone right so far. Everything now hinges on two things: our success or failure at Lassos and what the governor decides to do. The latter is out of our control, but at least we can take charge of the former and that’ll be at least as much down to you as to me.”
The taller brother also stood, rolling his shoulders.
“I hope you’re right and I hope we’re up to it. Well, what now?”
Samir shrugged.
“We’re still a way from Lassos and even then we’ll have to loiter around for a while until we’re sure of the path ahead. In the meantime, perhaps it’s time we checked on our passenger?”
Ghassan nodded and the pair strode across to the cabin door, opening it and blinking as the fresh, salty air wafted across them.
Two cabins down, the doctor’s cabin door remained firmly closed and locked, a specially selected man with no sense of humour standing beside it.
“Duro. We’re here to see the lady.”
The big man nodded and withdrew a heavy key on a large iron ring from his belt. Reaching to the lock with it, he inserted the key and then paused to knock heavily on the door.
“People to see you. Step back from the door to the opposite wall of the cabin and there’ll be no trouble.”
There was no sound from within.
“She never replies” the big man shrugged “but she’s probably done it, cap’n. She’s missed two meals from being difficult and disobedient, but she let us deliver the last one, so I think she’s learning.”
Samir shook his head.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Duro, but we can handle her. Open up.”
The pirate nodded and turned the key in the lock. Stepping to one side, he turned the handle and pushed and the door swung inwards.
Samir ducked and Ghassan stepped lightly to one side as a fork, still covered in stew, hurtled through the doorway at eye height and bounced off the wall opposite, scattering away down the corridor with a metallic clatter.
“Asima, you’re aim is improving.”
Samir turned to his brother as he spoke.
“Does that count as one? BelaPraxis is listening.”
Ghassan gave Samir a hard look, causing the smaller man to grin impishly as he turned back to the room and approached the doorway, the cabin’s occupant out of sight around the door.
“If you’re going to throw anything else, don’t forget to adjust for height. I’m coming in first.”
Still sporting his cheeky grin, Samir stepped through the door, his hands wide and open in a conciliatory gesture.
“Good afternoon, my dear. The stew not to your liking?”
Asima sat on the bunk, fingering the handle of the knife on her plate thoughtfully.
“Have you come to gloat over your prisoner? Or perhaps to take advantage of me? I’ll warn you Samir: men have tried that before. Some of them stopped being men that very day.”
Samir’s grin widened.
“We’re just here for a little chat, Asima.”
The woman on the cot opposite sat back and gestured to her surroundings. The doctor’s room had been converted into what was, in effect, a prison cell. The many drugs and herbs and pieces of sharp or dangerous equipment had been removed, along with all the furniture barring the bed, a rickety chair and a small desk. The room was somewhat oppressive with just so much bare and dark wood. Moreover, the plank that had been nailed thoroughly across the exterior of the window, preventing its being opened, cut out around half of the light, making the interior dim and depressing.
“You can dispense with the pleasantries, I think” she grumbled.
Samir and Ghassan entered and stood opposite her as the door was closed and locked by Duro outside.
“We’re trying to decide how best to proceed with you, Asima.”
A sneer greeted that comment.
“You’ve made it abundantly clear how you will do that: you kidnapped me and prevented me from going home. Now you have three choices: kill me, free me, or imprison me for the rest of my life. Neither of you has the
