rescue her, but he was on another ship, his attention on the conference of the Master Readers and the officers trying to decide how to handle this strange situation.
Jason was also on deck, caught as Melissa had been when the wind rose. He was stronger, however, and began to fight his way toward a hatch. Each time he lurched from one handhold to another, Melissa's heart lurched with him, but he was in the center of the deck now, unlikely to be thrown overboard-
A wave swept across the deck, knocking him down and drenching him, but he grasped a rope and pulled himself to one of the masts, gasping for breath. He clung, gathering strength, waiting for a lull-but as his concentration was on the wind and water, he missed the stresses accumulating above his head.
One of the sails came loose from its moorings, flapping in the wind. It caught and billowed full-the ship was thrown over onto its side, but sluggishly righted itself, once.
Jason hugged the mast as another wave washed his feet out from under him. He heaved himself upright again as the ship righted-but the buffeting wind shifted to another quarter, twisting the mast with its unfurled sail like a twig in a child's hands.
//JASON!// Melissa screamed and sent intensely-he Read her, and what was happening, but there was nothing he could do. The twisted mast splintered with a crack so loud Melissa was sure she heard as well as Read it-mast, sail, crossbars, and rigging fell on Jason, crushing him-she felt his pain, and then nothing as he blacked out.
//Jason! Jason!//
No reply. He was unconscious. Was he dead? Melissa forced herself to Read calmly, all the while maintaining her own precarious hold on the railing of the Western Sun. He was alive, but badly injured. She had to-No, a healer had to get to him at once!
She broadcast the message to the Readers in Jason's ship, and immediately two healers started for deck-but they could not get the hatch open against the wind, while outside the fallen rigging was tossed to and fro, Jason with it, his limp body hitting spars and tackle, suffering more damage with every blow.
The broken mast swung off Jason and swept against the taller center mast of the vessel, already weakened from the strain. It gave-and in its fall crashed through the deck. Water poured into the ship. Jason, released from the rigging, was swept overboard as everyone else became far too busy trying to hold the wallowing vessel together to try to reach him. He was unconscious! He would drown!
Without a thought, Melissa jumped into the sea. Cold water enveloped her, and her waterlogged cloak threatened to pull her under. She struggled out of it and kicked off her sandals, managing to stay afloat despite the waves washing over her head. Finally she was swimming, if it could be called that, and was able to Read for Jason.
She expected his mind to answer hers-but the cold of the water had not brought him conscious! Despite her dread fear she Read in every direction, thoroughly disoriented. Finally she located him, still unconscious but alive. She tried to swim toward him, but the waves pushed her back. She cursed them as she struggled, refusing to give in and let Jason drown.
The sea began to settle; the waves resumed a more normal pattern. Melissa swam strongly now. At last she reached Jason, pulled him up and held his face out of the water while she Read around them. They had been blown far from either ship-and Jason's ship was coming apart, spilling people into the sea. As she Read, the «voice» of the renegade Reader broadcast clearly, //Swim for shore! We'll help you! Don't be afraid-we won't hurt you.//
It was not directed specifically at Melissa and Jason, but at all those floundering in the sea. Two other ships' were sinking, passengers and crew swimming for their lives. The waves washed them toward shore-but many tried to reach the other ships, fearing what would await them in the savage lands. To her horror, she Read one Reader run out of strength, flounder, and drown-then another. Even if she tried, she could not shut out a fellow Reader's agony. She could not waken Jason. What was she to do? They were farther than any of the others from the surviving ships-she could not swim that far, towing Jason. Neither, though, would she submit Jason or herself to the mercies of the savages!
As she floated, indecisive, her feet scraped bottom.
She Read a sandbar, leading away from the harbor toward a stretch of rocky beach. It was hopeless to try to reach the ships now-both she and Jason would drown. If she could get him ashore and hide him while he recovered, perhaps they would be able to make their way through the savage lands on foot, back to the empire. Perhaps. But that was a problem for later. Right now she must save Jason's life.
In moments she could walk the sandbar, pulling Jason with her. She got him onto the beach and left him, searching for a safe haven where she could get to work at healing him. If only she dared broadcast to the departing Readers where they were-but that would tell the renegade, and their enemies would be upon them.
Stumbling in the dark, she risked Reading directly ahead of her, hoping the renegade Reader was distracted by what was happening to the Aventine fleet. Soon she found a series of caves in the cliffside, and searched until she discovered one above the tide line with access from the beach. Jason hadn't stirred, but he was still alive. She dragged his dead weight a few paces, rested, and hauled some more, Reading his injuries. He had a concussion, which was probably why he was still unconscious, but he would recover from that. The much more serious problem was a ruptured spleen-unless that bleeding stopped by itself, he would die, for Melissa had no way of performing the surgery necessary to stop it. She wanted to stop and weep out her frustration-but she had to get him into shelter before daylight.
Exhausted from tension and the battle against the sea, Melissa found herself in a kind of nightmare trying to heave Jason's helpless form up into the cave without doing him further injury. It all ran together-she surprised herself when she was finally there, Jason still and cold beside her. She wrapped her body about his to try to keep him warm, and Read him. He was still alive, but his internal bleeding continued, slow but deadly.
She risked Reading and found the renegade directing people who had joined the triad on the shore, helping those who had survived the shipwreck to dry ground. There were no Readers among them-all had either gotten to the surviving ships or drowned in the attempt. Could she pretend she was a nonReader and go for help? The soldiers and sailors didn't seem particularly afraid-just glad to be alive. They would worry about what happened to them later; there was no hope if they were dead. The same applied to Jason-Melissa had to save his life first, and worry about the consequences later.
Shivering in her sodden garments, she had just made up her mind to go for help when Jason came to with a groan. 'You're safe,' she told him. 'Lie still, Magister, please!'
He opened his eyes, but it was dark in the cave. Then he Read her. //Melissa?//
She didn't have to warn him not to broadcast strongly; his injuries had made his Reading weak as a child's. 'Yes, I'm here,' she told him, not daring to transmit at the intensity it would take for him to Read her words. 'You were swept overboard in the storm. You have a concussion and some broken ribs. I'm going for help.'
//No!//
'I have to-I don't have any medicines, bandages, instruments-not even herbs. We'll pretend not to be Readers, and nothing will happen to us worse than to the other prisoners.'
//Melissa, I'm not so badly hurt I can't tell I'm dying. Child, why did you do this to yourself? You can't save me, and now you have destroyed your own life. Not that-// He stopped a thought in midstream, and she felt him battling pain as well as a host of conflicting emotions. Then he decided. //Since you are in danger of falling into Portia's trap when you return to the empire, I must tell you all I know. At least then you will have a chance.//
Portia's trap? Was he hallucinating? His mind seemed clear as far as Melissa could tell, but this did not make sense. 'I must get help for you!' she protested, but Jason continued as if she hadn't spoken.
//In Tiberium I was under constant scrutiny from the Council of Masters. They questioned me about Lenardo, Torio, other renegade Readers. Melissa, the Council is living in fear. The empire is falling to the savages year by year, and the Readers cannot stop it. Already we are denied political power-and there is talk in the Senate of removing autonomy from the Readers, making nonReaders responsible for the Academies.//
'What do we care?' Melissa asked. 'They can't possibly know what we really do-or even what we think of them.'
//That is precisely why they fear us. Three Readers have gone over to the savages in the past few years-and until Lenardo stole Torio away, with many nonReaders involved in the chase,
