arduous road to find her. “How about we walk side by side and lean on each other for support?”
The barest hint of a smile ghosted across Sicarius’s face, and he offered her his arm. Amaranthe accepted it, and, if she was leaning more heavily on him than he was on her as they set out, he didn’t mention it.
Chapter 14
After two days of shoveling coal, Maldynado’s back and shoulders ached so badly he was starting to envy his granny her cane. When Sespian had popped into the boiler room to ask for volunteers to do another search for Brynia, Maldynado had nearly fallen over in his haste to raise his hand first. Akstyr, who’d also been assigned stoker duty, had been equally quick to offer his services, though he’d spent more of the day “meditating on the Science” than he had shoveling, so he shouldn’t have needed a break. Ah, well. He might prove useful.
Maldynado and Akstyr left Basilard in the boiler room and spent an hour searching cabins and common areas. Maldynado wished he could invite Yara to join the hunt; he hadn’t seen much of her in the last couple of days. She’d been alternating shifts with Sespian in the wheelhouse, and since said wheelhouse perched by itself on the roof, it was hard to “happen to pass by” on the way to another destination.
Maldynado yawned so widely that his jaw cracked. He’d lost track of how many miles the steamboat had covered, but another night had come, this one dark, thanks to gloomy low-hanging clouds that smelled of rain. Lights dotted the farmlands on either side of the river, but only the ship’s running lamps pushed back the darkness on the waterway.
“I heard that,” Akstyr said from a few meters away. He and Maldynado were on the upper deck now. They’d started their searches on opposite ends and were working their ways toward each other.
“What?” Maldynado responded.
“You yawning. You should sleep more when you’re supposed to be on duty. You wouldn’t be so tired.”
“Thanks for the tip. I’ll keep that in mind.” Maldynado checked a suite. Empty. They had forced everybody overboard on the first day-the antagonistic sorts had gone feet first while more amenable passengers had been shuttled into lifeboats-and, though there’d been a few holdouts, he hadn’t seen anyone who wasn’t on the team for some time.
Akstyr stuck his head into a cabin a few doors down. “Nothing in any of them. She’s probably long gone.”
“I don’t think so. If she wants to get to this meeting, I bet this boat’s the fastest way there.”
“She’s doing a good job of hiding then.”
“On that point, I’ll agree.” Maldynado opened another suite door, this time pausing to regard the bed, specifically to share with it the yearning gaze of lovers kept apart for too long. “We’ve searched every cranny at least twice. She must be moving around, changing hiding spots often.”
Akstyr leaned against one of the doors, stuck his hands in his pockets, and turned toward the river. Maldynado finished checking the suites on his half of the deck and stopped a couple of steps away. From one of the waterside homesteads, a dog barked at the steamboat’s passage.
“Think Am’ranthe is still alive?” Akstyr asked.
“Yes,” Maldynado said.
Akstyr gave him a sidelong look. “Really?”
“Yes.” Maldynado wasn’t prepared to accept any other possibility.
“If she’s not… ”
“Don’t worry about it. Books knows about your deal with her, that you get some of that money the emperor brought so you can go to school.”
“That’s not why I was asking.”
Now Maldynado was the one to give Akstyr a sidelong look. “Really?”
Though the boy had a few unique skills and had proven useful to the group at times, Maldynado had never seen evidence suggesting he cared for anyone except himself. The team watched his back, so he did what Amaranthe asked. That seemed to be the extent of anyone’s relationship with him.
“Yes, really, all right?” Akstyr jammed his hands deeper into his pockets. “I don’t want some ugly Sicarius- type torturing her. She’s like… ” He scuffed the deck with his boot.
“A sister?” Maldynado suggested.
“I guess. I never had one. I never had anyone. You know my mother is trying to have me killed?”
“Someone mentioned that, yes. Because some hoodlums put a bounty on your head, right? And she’s trying to get a piece of the reward.”
Akstyr nodded. “When I was little, I wished I had a real family. Where people didn’t yell at you and hit you and… Well, that doesn’t matter now. It’s just that Am’ranthe was the first person to… ”
“Care?”
“Yeah. I don’t get why she would, but I wish I’d told her… that it mattered, you know? If not for her, you and the others would’ve never… ” Akstyr shifted his weight and scuffed the deck with his other boot. “She’s sort of like a big hunk of chewed up chicle. Things stick to her, things that wouldn’t normally stick together otherwise.”
“Chicle?” Maldynado couldn’t help himself. The comparison of Amaranthe to chewing gum made him throw back his head and laugh. “It’s a good thing you’ve got talent as a wizard because you’d never make it as a poet.”
“Aw, eat street, Maldynado.” Akstyr scowled and stepped away from the door. “And they’re practitioners not wizards.”
Maldynado grabbed his shoulder. “Sorry. I know what you mean. I do. Truly.”
Akstyr’s scowled faded slightly, though his eyes remained suspicious.
“You’ll get a chance to tell her that you appreciate her… gum-like nature,” Maldynado said. “She’s alive, and Sicarius will find her, and we’ll all meet up again.” Where and when, he didn’t know, but Akstyr seemed to find some reassurance in the words, for he leaned against the door again, the tension seeping out of his shoulders.
“I can’t wait to finish up this stuff with the emperor,” Akstyr said. “I want to go study, and none of the gangs will be able to find me if I’m on the Kyatt Islands. That bounty isn’t big enough that anybody would go halfway across the world to get to me.”
“Probably not,” Maldynado said.
“You should visit me over there sometime when I’m studying. All of you. Well, maybe not Sicarius, but Am’ranthe and the others for sure. It’d be like a vacation. I heard some of the women go topless on the beach too.”
Maldynado probably shouldn’t poke fun at Akstyr, not twice in five minutes, but this uncharacteristic rambling tickled his sense of humor. “Aw, I see what this is about. We might be on our final mission together and you’ll get to leave soon, and you’re realizing you’ll miss us.” He slung an arm around Akstyr’s shoulders.
“I will not.” Akstyr shoved the arm away. “I just thought you might like the Kyatt Islands. That’s all.”
“Topless women, you say?” Maldynado decided not to tease the boy any more, at least not for expressing his feelings. His ancestors knew that opening up and making overtures of friendship to people wasn’t Akstyr’s strength. “You reckon you’d know what to do with one?” There, normal manly teasing, that shouldn’t bother him.
Akstyr crossed his arms. “I know what all the parts are for, yes.”
More jokes popped into Maldynado’s mind, but he restrained himself. He didn’t want Akstyr to feel overly punished for sharing his feelings. All he said was, “When we do reunite with Amaranthe, make sure you tell her the gum thing. Women can usually figure out that you appreciate them, but they like to hear it too.”
Akstyr’s eyebrow twitched. “Have you told Sergeant Yara that you appreciate her?”
“What? No. I mean, why would I?” Maldynado groaned inwardly. Why did that subject make his tongue fumble so?
“Uh, because you like her?”
“I barely know her. She’s only been with us… Emperor’s warts, has it even been two weeks since we started on this crazy adventure?”
“I’ve seen you talk a lot of women into beds, usually without paying-” Akstyr’s lip curled in envy or perhaps disgust, “-and you’re usually so smooth and confident that they don’t gag on your dumb lines, but you can’t talk to
