'However, one of the
Kalasariz wasn't satisfied.
Rhodes agreed. 'Why didn't the captain just let him die?' he asked Tabusir. 'And throw the body over the side. That's what I'd do, rather than risk security.'
'So would I, Your Majesty,' Tabusir said. 'But sailors are very superstitious. Especially this lot. I think the captain didn't want to spook the rest of the crew. Or, maybe it was Coralean. In either case, they thought it best to accept the risk. The injured man looked
'In fact, Majesty, the man was a malingerer and a coward. First, he hears that the
'So he injures himself-but not that badly-and takes a potion to give him a fever. So he'd look like he was at death's door. It's an old sailor's trick-well-known to this band of criminals.
'Then the moment he's returned to the fleet he takes an antidote. Recovers. And then goes off with his companions to drink and talk like, well … like a drunken sailor, Majesty!'
Kalasariz mental whispered:
Rhodes nodded. 'Well done!' he said to Tabusir. He took a heavy, gem-encrusted ring from his finger and gave it to the young spy. 'Take this to the Treasurer,' he said with a wide smile. 'And turn it in for whatever it's worth.'
Tabusir was well pleased. He dropped to the floor and knocked his head against the pavement, thanking Rhodes profusely. Then he took his leave.
But just before the guards escorted him out, he turned back.
'Pardon, Majesty, but there's one other thing…'
'Yes?' Rhodes asked.
'There's a tavern at the port run by a man named Hazan.'
'What of him?' Rhodes wanted to know.
'He's a traitor, Majesty,' Tabusir said. 'And no friend of Hanadu's.'
Rhodes shrugged. 'What do I care what a lowly tavern keeper thinks, or does?'
Tabusir nodded. 'I understand, Majesty. Only … I was thinking … if you were to quietly do away with him … then substitute one of your spies … Well, the tavern is an excellent place for intelligence, Majesty, and…'
He let the rest drift away. It was too obvious, in to his mind, and might bore the king.
'That's good advice, young Tabusir,' Rhodes said. 'I'll think on it.' And he waved a hand, dismissing him.
Tabusir bowed low and exited.
Kalasariz said:
Rhodes said, 'Should I promote him?'
The king thought this excellent advice. Then, armed with Tabusir's intelligence, he descended the long dark stairs to consult his mother.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
For several weeks all was peaceful aboard the
The sea teemed with life. They sailed through enormous schools of fish, some of which were quite exotic and so colorful it was like sailing through a magical artist's pallet. Reds and greens and yellows flowing by in an endless stream.
Once they saw a huge crocodile chasing the fish and the colors spurted in all directions as they fled its gaping jaws.
The birds became so used to the
It became a common but always comical sight to see a burly, scarred ex-pirate cooing over a seahawk as he tenderly fed it bits of biscuit and salt-beef.
Leiria and Jooli kept busy exercising the young Kyranian soldiers who had joined the expedition. Leiria and Palimak had hand-picked the lads, being sure to include Renor and Sinch who had proved themselves in many battles and were corporals now. She'd also brought along Sergeant. Hamyr, a grizzled old warrior with much experience to keep all the lads in line.
There'd been so many volunteers that Safar had assembled the entire army to console all those being left behind. And to remind them that the safety of their families and friends was at stake.
Safar suspected the sight of the twenty crack soldiers being put through their paces by the two magnificent warrior women had a little to do with the more friendly attitude of Captain Brutar and his crew.
Not only was the Kyranian equipment the best they'd seen, but the fighting tricks that the Kyranians displayed were enough to give any potential mutineer pause.
And, of course, there was the ever-present airship hovering over the
Every once in a while Safar trotted Khysmet out of the comfortable stable he'd had specially constructed for him. First he'd have the men create a small arena on the main deck, covering the wood with a thick layer of sand to make the footing easier for the stallion. Then, with the help of Leiria and a few of the soldiers, he'd put on a thrilling one-horse cavalry display.
Weaving and bobbing in the saddle, while wielding a wooden sword. Ducking completely beneath Khysmet and coming up on the other side, like a warrior from the great plains of Esmir. Or rearing the stallion back onto his hind legs and letting him paw the air with his steel-shod hooves as if Khysmet were fighting off attacking infantrymen.
It always made for a good show and further strengthened the wary respect the sailors had for the Kyranians.
After awhile Safar felt confident enough to leave the
Traveling in the airship took him back to the carefree days of his youth when Methydia had rescued him from the desert. He recalled those times while scudding through empty skies like a cloud, watching the world pass beneath his feet. Standing at the rail, looking down at the small, sea-bound figures aboard the
The circus folk never forgot their true life's purpose, which was entertainment. They were always rehearsing or trying out new tricks. Sometimes Safar would join them and for an hour or so he could imagine he was one of them again. Sailing across Esmir, staging shows at festivals, fairs, small towns …
wherever the winds took them.
It was only during these impromptu moments that Safar could forget the nature of his mission and the heavy