by E. S. Bell
Selena regarded her friend who had been by her side, as he was now, for the last ten years. He was the rock she set her back to, unmovable and unyielding in his devotion as a mountain is unyielding to the elements. He was there when she needed him, as she had that drunken night so long ago when the wound was new. He was always there for her, beside her, dedicating his life to her instead of pursuing one of his own. He was willing to die for her, never asking for anything for himself beyond her safety.
I sometimes doubt his motivations for helping you.
“What does Vai’Ensai mean?” she asked him suddenly. “What is the exact translation?”
It took Ilior by surprise, she could tell. His face remained placid but his lone wing twitched.
“It means The Children,” he said, a small confused smile on his lips. “Why do you ask? I had thought that was common knowledge.”
Selena held his gaze. “On Isle Nanokar, in the library, I was told that Accora was interested in a journal left by a human explorer. A Guildsman. This human spent a year on the Cloud Isles with your people. The journal hinted at a discrepancy between the translation with which we are familiar, and the actual meaning of Vai’Ensai.”
“A human living in the Cloud Isles?” Ilior mused. “That is very unusual. It must have been a very long time ago.”
“During the Age of Sedition.” She reached across the table to take his hand. “Vai’Ensai means The Children? You’re certain?”
He glanced down at her hand clutching him. “It is my native tongue. Of course I am certain,” he said. “Siblings is another word altogether. But why let the Bazira’s curiosity for some old text upset you?”
“Because I…I don’t understand why you’ve walked with me for ten years, by my side every day. For ten years, Ilior!” Selena flinched, the volume of her outburst clanging around the small galley. “I feel,” she said in a calmer tone than she felt, “that there is an imbalance between us.”
“There’s no imbalance. The only reason I haven’t told you of my past is there’s nothing to tell,” he said. “My devotion to you was born on the battlefield when you slew the Zak’reth who cut off my wing. After that maiming, I can never go back to the Cloud Isles. That way lies pain. I’ve told you this.”
“But ten years?”
“Serving you gives my life purpose. You are, and you have always been, worthy of every moment.”
“You don’t long for home? Not ever?”
He smile was sad. “Of course. But it’s not my home anymore.”
Selena thought of the memory the wound dredged up. Ilior’s words were an echo of her own and she felt a tingle of shame burn her cheeks.
“Ilior, I’m so sorry I spoke like…”
He waved her apology away, his dark eyes sad. “You looked at it, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Did you touch it?”
She nodded.
“How much?”
“My arm,” she whispered. “I lost the whole day.” She squeezed her eyes shut, as if that could blind her to the memories that lived in her mind.
“Now I understand.”
She wilted in her chair. “I’m sorry. Now that we are so close to Isle Saliz, I can’t help but feel everything is important. Even some misinterpreted translation. It’s the wound, Ilior.”
“Of course.”
“I can’t wear it much longer,” she said. “And I’m so lonely. Can I say that to you without hurting your feelings?”
“You can say anything to me,” Ilior said.
“As can you, my friend,” she said. To this, he only smiled.
Later that night, Cat slept in the bunk across from her and Selena was quickly following suit. Her eyes grew heavy as her conversation with Ilior drifted across her mind. Something about it kept pricking at her, like a burr in her boot.
Vai’Ensai means The Children, he’d said. Siblings is another word altogether.
Her eyes flew open.
“Oh, Ilior,” she said, her words whispers in the dark. “I never said the word ‘siblings’.”
Isle Saliz
After three days of fair winds and a following sea, Isle Saliz appeared on the eastern horizon, just as Julian had predicted. To the southeast, the faint lines of Saliz’s sister isle, Huerta, were just visible through the haze of mist. It was growing warmer. Selena, standing on the quarterdeck, felt the encroaching heat as a tingle over her skin. She wasn’t comfortable but she no longer feared being debilitated by her chill and was able to leave her heavy cloak in her cabin. But the heat was apparent on the faces of her companions; sweat beaded every forehead and clothing stuck to the backs of the men who toiled to sail the ship that was damaged and already short-handed of crew.
“Watch the water,” she heard Julian tell Whistle as she went to the aft rail. “If something moves in it, I want to know. Any godsdamnn thing at all.”
Now that they had arrived, Selena felt she could not watch the island approach. At the rail, she watched the Black Storm cut a gentle wake behind them. Ilior joined her.
“It is like the quiet before the battle,” he said.
“Yes,” Selena said. “I feel as if storm clouds hang over the island. Perhaps that is the danger of Isle Saliz, but now… She is there, waiting for me. Now that I speak it aloud, I believe she’s been waiting for me.”
“For what purpose?”
Selena’s hand went to the pocket of her overtunic where the coin of Oshkat still lay. It had survived her fall into the ocean. She hadn’t thought of An-Lan’s reading in weeks, but now the seer’s words were coming back. Beware for the dark will try to swallow you, consume you, to make you something like itself.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. Selena remembered another of the images An-Lan’s smoke had shown her: the Sacrifice. He is wounded. He bleeds. He will die for you.
She glanced up at Ilior fearfully. “You should stay. All of you should stay here on the ship. I will fight her myself. It’s not safe—”
Whistle whistled. A short, shrill tweet.
Julian held up his hand and the crew froze at once. The water was dark blue and rolling with mild swells but closer to the islands it bore a strange, ruddy color. Like blood, Selena thought, turning around to look for whatever it was that had caught Whistle’s attention. Then she noticed Julian wasn’t watching the sea with his sharp eyes, but listening carefully. For long moments, only sounds were the creaking of the ship and the snap of canvas sails against the wind.
Selena went to the helm, beside Julian. “What did Whistle see?”
“I’ll be pricked if I know. But maybe it’ll keep on…”
The captain sucked in a breath and then Selena heard it too. A clacking sound at the bow, like someone tapping on the wood with a sharp stick. All heads turned to look and Whistle let out another blast, this one tapering away in breathy fear.
Selena saw an enormous red pincer, like that of boiled lobster, reach up and over the prow. A second pincer followed a moment later, and then the head. Six black teacup-size eyes appeared over a round O of a mouth that was clustered with spiny teeth. Its body was covered in segmented chitin plates in fiery red, and eight pointed legs clicked and clacked as it scrabbled over the rail. A hooked tail curved over the body; the tip was huge and bulbous, sprouting a black stinger as long as a dagger. It landed on the deck with a thud and began to scuttle.
“Fuck me dead,” Julian breathed, and tore aside his long coat to draw his scimitars while Svoz materialized beside him.
Ilior unsheathed his long sword. “It looks like…”
“Why, it’s a sea scorpion,” Svoz said airily.
Selena licked her lips and tightened her grip on her sword that she didn’t remember drawing. “There’s only one. Svoz, kill it,” she ordered as Julian shouted for the crew to get back.
“There’s only one now,” Svoz smiled broadly to show a row of black teeth. “They travel in schools. Or is it swarms?” He tapped his chin with a black na
il. “Herds? I can never remember…”
“Svoz, shut up and get down there,” Julian said through clenched teeth. “We’ll back you up if you need it.”
“Back me up? Against one?” The sirrak snorted. “You amuse me, Captain.”
“Is it true they come in swarms?” Selena asked Julian without taking her eyes off the sea scorpion that was scuttling back and forth along the main deck like a roach searching for scraps. The crew had scrambled up the rigging and watched from above as the sirrak moved to do battle with it.
“Yes, but they live in shallows,” Julian said. “We’re too deep. I don’t know how this one found us. It must be a rogue or straggler.”
Selena watched Svoz stride to the scorpion and realized his weapon of choice this day was a cudgel, the head of which was the size of an ale cask.
“Svoz, no! Stop!” Selena shouted. “The deck!”
Julian made a strangled sound as Svoz brought the enormous cudgel down on the scorpion’s back. It exploded in a mess of shattered exoskeleton and greenish innards. Under the gore was a cudgel-sized crater of cracked wood. A pincer twitched in death throes. The sirrak raised his weapon again out of pure murderous glee rather than necessity.
Julian loosed the vilest oath Selena had ever heard and then said, “Svoz, stop! My deck, damn you!”
Svoz stopped his downward blow and rested the cudgel on his shoulder. He regarded the damage he had done with mock dismay.
“Oh dear. Do you have a throw rug? A mat, perhaps? None will be the wiser…”
“Bloody shit-eating bastard.” Julian started down the ladder but Selena grabbed his arm.
“Why is Svoz ignoring my orders but obeying yours?” she demanded. Ilior’s shadow fell over both of them.
Julian’s lip curled and he tore his arm from her grasp. “Maybe because you already have your own winged pet to do your bidding.”
Selena straightened. “Answer my question.”
“Because I bought him.”
The ship lurched; sending them all off balance, and there was a grinding sound beneath their feet.
“Bought him? With what?”
But Whistle was whistling again and Julian ignored her. “We’ve run aground.” He dashed down to the main deck and Selena had no choice to but to follow. “How in the bloody Deeps…?”
Julian ran to the rail and peered over. The deep blue water was gone, and instead the ship was cradled by the light, rust color of the shallows. The bottom silt was visible. Isle Saliz, once a distant mass of dark green was now looming before them in the early morning light.
“I don’t understand it,” Selena said. “We were two leagues out before the scorpion. It’s not possible…”
“It’s not possible,” Julian sneered. “And yet we are now a few hundred spans from the shore and my ship has bloody run aground. Grunt! Cat! Furl the—”
Ilior was suddenly there, his shadow falling over Julian. With one smooth motion, the Vai’Ensai reached down and gripped Julian by the throat and jerked him close. Every person on the ship froze, watching, as the air thickened with tension.
“She is a Paladin of the Aluren and a veteran of the Zak’reth war,” Ilior said, his voice dangerously low. “I grow weary of listening to you talk to her with such contempt.”
“Ilior, stop.” Selena pulled at his arm but it was unmovable as a tree trunk.
But while she struggled against the Vai’Ensai, Julian did not. His face was turning an alarming shade of red and the veins were beginning to bulge in his forehead but he made no effort to extricate himself from Ilior’s grip. Perhaps he knew it would be futile. Instead, he pulled the flintlock from his belt, brought it up between him and the dragonman, and aimed it square between Ilior’s eyes.
Selena gasped. “No, Julian. Ilior, stop…”
Ilior paid the gun no heed. “You will apologize,” he said, “and that will be the last thing you ever say to her.”
Julian cocked the flintlock.
The crew recovered themselves and surrounded the pair, brandishing their cutlasses at Ilior. It was Svoz who touched a weapon to Ilior’s neck, leveling the tip of his pike at the vein pulsing there.
“Tut, tut. Master Captain might blow your face off before I get to have any fun with you, but in the meanwhile, I feel I must make my new allegiances clear, brother.” He pushed the blade into Ilior’s neck just deep enough before drawing blood.
Selena slipped under Ilior’s arm to put herself between them. “Enough! Ilior, let him go! Julian, put the pistol away. Now!”
The Vai’Ensai released Julian with agonizing slowness and Selena was certain Julian was going to pull the trigger anyway. But when the captain was free he stepped back, taking in deep breaths without panic or loss of composure. He put his flintlock back in his belt and straightened his shirt that had been rumpled, all the while meeting the Vai’Ensai’s gaze. His expression blank, his eyes unreadable, but his trembling hands and tense jaw said that he was seething with fury. He shrugged his black long coat into place and nodded at Svoz who lowered his spear.
“You have three days to find your witch and kill her,” Julian told Selena, his voice flat and emotionless. “Then I sail. With or without you.”
He strode away without another word, Svoz at his side. The rest of the crew remained, their eyes on Selena, before Julian began barking orders. The crew moved off; Whistle the slowest, his eyes full of worry. The captain snapped at him and he jumped and scurried away, giving her one last glance over his shoulder. Niven remained by her side.
“I’ll go with you,” he blurted. His gaze darted to the jungle of Saliz and back to her again. “It’s my duty.”
“You will stay here,” she told him. “This is my battle and I will face it alone. I will not put your life in jeopardy.” The adherent started to protest but she silenced him with her hand held up. “I will not.”
“I can’t help but feel a terrible dereliction of duty,” he said. “But worse, I feel relieved. If I weren’t such a coward, I’d insist on going with you.”
“You are no coward. Your duty will be to take care of the crew until I return.” Her eyes sought the quarterdeck where Julian stood at the wheel. She saw Niven follow her gaze and quickly looked away. “How did Svoz come to serve Julian?”
“I don’t know, but if I had to guess, it would be when you fell into the water,” Niven said. He cleared his throat. “Captain Tergus was quite frantic over your accident.” He inclined his head and said in a low voice. “Quite.”
“Aye, frantic over not getting paid,” Ilior said.
Niven frowned and looked about to say more, but the Vai’Ensai glowered at him.
Selena watched the exchange while her pulse quickened. Frantic?
“Never mind,” she said, drawing herself up. “Please retrieve our belongings,” she commanded Ilior.
He seemed to relax ever so slightly. His mouth was turned down but Selena could see the satisfied smile in his eyes. “As you wish.”
Sebastian watched Selena, Ilior, and the adherent converse briefly. The Paladin glanced his way, just for a moment and he swallowed hard. His throat ached where Ilior had choked him. He had almost killed the dragonman. He had been a hair’s breadth away from pulling the trigger when lack of air had made his vision swim with dancing lights. Then Selena had appeared.
And so I didn’t shoot.
He lit a cigarillo; he hadn’t had one in days and it scratched his raw throat.
Let it happen. Let it all happen, as it should. She’ll kill the Bazira and the island will kill her. My last job…
He tried to conjure the memory of his secret atoll and couldn’t.
“To the Deeps with it,” he muttered. He watched Selena descend belowdecks. “She can have it.”
“Dispensing gifts?” Svoz appeared beside him at the helm, hulking and red and glistening as though he’d bathed in blood.
“No,” Sebastian said.
“I do wish you hadn’t been so rash with the dragonman. I
was ever so eager to enter the jungle with the godly bitch and kill many, many things.”
“We’ll go in.”
“Will we?”
“Aye.” Sebastian exhaled smoke from his nose in twin plumes. “To collect their bones.”
Selena and Ilior left the beach at midday. Niven watched from the deck of the Storm as Selena marched across the rough, rocky sand and into the jungle where she was swallowed by the dense foliage. Ilior disappeared after her. The adherent longed to cry out, to tell Selena to stop, but the words stuck in his throat.
You can still go, he reprimanded himself. Get in the skiff and start rowing. It’s that easy.
But his fear was like strong hands, holding him down and gagging his mouth.
The party left behind was sullen, tense, and out of sorts. The crew eyed the waters around Saliz warily, jumping at each ripple in the silt, but Captain Tergus was the worst. His gaze had followed Selena long after the Paladin was lost from sight. Niven could have sworn the same longing to plunge in after her skirted behind the captain’s eyes. When Julian finally tore his gaze from the jungle, it was to curse that his beloved ship was aground. The Storm canted to the port side, its prow mangled, its yards missing, and now its deck was smashed. Niven was afraid for the tide’s return, fearful that Julian would take his ship and sail it away from Saliz’s dangers, leaving Selena stranded.
If they sail, I’ll go after Paladin Koren, Niven vowed. I cannot remain the coward. But marching alone into Saliz’s interior meant certain death. I can catch up to her if I go now.
He gnawed his lower lip, trying to muster the will to stand up, to break the grip of fear than anchored him down. Time slipped past and still he did not move.
The inherent nature of a thing cannot be changed, he thought bitterly. Easier to turn a mountain into a feather than to give me courage.
It was then he saw the figure at the shore, some hundred spans or so away. A woman, judging by the slight figure and billowing material of her simple white dress. Her hair was cut to her chin and as black as her eyes that appeared, from the distance, like two large pits of shadow. She must be wearing a pair of goggles, Niven thought. The woman stood still, calmly observing the party on the beach.
