De Loungville held his hand up for silence and said, “Listen up!”
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Calis said, “We’ve been discovered. Two of our sentries were killed last night.”
A muttering broke out among the men in black, and de Loungville had to call for quiet again. Calis continued, “You all know what to do; we break camp now.”
Instantly the thirty men in black raced to their tents and the majority of soldiers began hurrying to their assigned places. Foster turned to Perry of Witcomb and gave instructions. The soldier gestured to the six prisoners and said, “You lot, come with me.”
They followed the soldier through the frantic but organized activity, and he led them to a large tent not far from the blacksmith’s shop. “Find clothing that fits,” he ordered, “and put it on.”
The six entered and in the gloom saw a pile of common clothing. Erik stripped off his boots and then his tunic and trousers, throwing the ragged grey garments into the corner. He joined the others in rummaging through the pile, picking up tunics and judging their size, casting aside those that were obviously too small. Luis and Billy as well as Sho Pi found clothing quickly, being of more average size.
But Roo, because of his diminutive stature, and Biggo and Erik, because of their bulk, took longer to find clothing that fit. Eventually, all six stood wearing fresh garments. Erik had found a dark blue tunic with an open collar and long sleeves. A pair of sailor’s trousers were the only pair of pants he could find that fit. He gave up trying to push the flared legs into the top of his boots, and let them fall outside.
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fits!” he said as Billy and Luis made rude observations. The shirt was open to the waist, and a lurid purple color. Making matters worse, the only pair of trousers small enough were a bright crimson.
“Then pick one that doesn’t fit,” said Erik, trying hard not to laugh.
Roo peeled off the offending shirt and looked some more, finding a plain white tunic that was only slightly too large. He tucked the voluminous tails of the shirt into his loud red waistband and Erik nodded. “Now you look only slightly ridiculous instead of completely ridiculous.”
Roo grimaced, then smiled. “Red’s my lucky color.”
“Get out of there!” called Perry and the prisoners came out of the tent. “Get to the smithy, and get aboard the last wagon in line. There will be two mounted crossbowmen behind you, so don’t imagine you’ll get a chance to go for a stroll.”
He started to move away, then turned and said,
“And tuck those nooses out of sight.”
The six prisoners had grown used to being required to wear the nooses at all times, outside their tunics. They had put them back on after changing.
Now they tucked them inside, so they wouldn’t be seen.
Biggo had to quickly strip off his tunic and put on the noose, then put the tunic on, as the neck of his shirt was close-fitting. Luis said, “A bit lumpy for high fashion, my friend, but it will do.”
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shaved off his grey beard, but let his mustache grow, as well as keeping his shoulder-length hair neatly trimmed. Luis was becoming something of a peacock. The clothing he had selected were as fashion-able as possible, given the choice. Erik had no doubt Luis was not simply speaking of high fashion in the abstract but was a man who had dressed for court functions before his temper and violent nature had brought him to low estate. He had said nothing of his past, but once had mentioned having been friends with the son of the Duke of Rodez.
They hurried to the smithy and Erik noticed with a sense of awe just how fast the forge and other equipment were being carried out of the building.
Everywhere they looked, men were hurriedly tearing down all signs of occupation. Newcomers to the camp, workmen from somewhere—probably Krondor—were now starting to tear apart the three buildings that dominated the compound. Foster was waiting for them at the smithy and motioned for them to climb into a wagon. Two guards sat atop the buckboard and two more climbed in after the prisoners, who sat three to each side of the wagon as they had when arriving. Two more guardsmen, on horseback, moved in behind the wagon, and they set out.
Erik glanced around. Roo seemed half-excited, half-afraid of the significance of what was occurring. Luis watched carefully, as did Biggo. Billy seemed amused, and Sho Pi was looking off into the distance.
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were leaving the compound by foot. Two more riders approached, and Erik saw they were Robert de Loungville and Corporal Foster.
De Loungville pulled up next to the wagon and said, “All right, listen up. I was talking to Calis about hanging you all this morning, but we couldn’t take the time. Nothing spoils my breakfast like a rushed hanging. Calis agrees with me that we can do it later when we can be more leisurely and do things properly. You men are going to live a few days longer. But don’t think we’ve fallen in love with you; those two lads behind you with the crossbows have orders to shoot any one of you foolish enough to try to get down from this wagon. Understood?”
“Yes, Sergeant!” they all said.
“And another thing, until I tell you, no more of that shouting ‘Yes, Sergeant.’ It’ll call attention to you. And attention’s too much of what we have right now. So keep your mouths shut and do as you’re told until we get where we’re going.” Without another word, he put heels to his horse and cantered off.
Foster followed, only a length behind.
Erik looked around and noticed no one else seemed willing to risk a crossbow bolt by saying anything, so he settled down as best he could in the jouncing wagon and tried to relax.
Along the road to Krondor they passed groups of men on foot, many dressed as common mercenaries, farmers, or laborers. Others rode in wagons and kept to themselves. A few passed by on horseback, each appearing oblivious to the others.
Other traffic appeared on the road, heading toward the capital of the Western Realm. Farm wag-
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ons heavy with late summer crops and the first of the early fall harvest rumbled toward Krondor. Traders with their goods piled high and the occasional noble’s carriage joined the traffic.
There was no roadblock, and Erik and the others moved rapidly down the road leading to the southern gate to the city, the one closest to the palace in which they had all been condemned to die. In the midday light, the palace looked splendid, rising up as it did above the harbor. Towers were aflutter with banners, and the city spread majestically around the ancient hill upon which the first keep of the first Prince of Krondor had been constructed.
At the southern gate, guards waved them through, and the wagon started a convoluted course through the city. At last they entered the docks area near the poor quarter, and Foster suddenly appeared. Without raising his voice, he said, “You lot, get out of that wagon and get into that boat down there.” He pointed to a longboat that bobbed on the tide at the bottom of a flight of stone stairs leading down from the quayside. Erik and the others hurried down the stone steps and entered the b
oat, each being told where to sit by a pair of sailors. As soon as Roo, last to enter, was seated, Foster joined them and the sailors pushed off. Expertly the two sailors rowed the longboat toward a ship in the harbor.
Erik knew nothing of ships. But this one dwarfed most of those nearby. It had three masts, rising high into the sky like bare trees, and it was painted a daunting black. Other ships near it were green or red, or blue, and there was even one that was a gaudy yellow, making the black ship all the more impressive for its somber appearance. The longboat reached the 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:49 PM Page 257
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side of the ship and Foster said, “Up you go,” pointing to a net hung over the side. Erik rose and gripped the netting like a ladder and started to climb. The weight of those below pulling on the net caused him to twist and dip a little, but he made it safely to the rail, where sailors half hauled him aboard.
A man in a strange uniform—blue coat cut high at the waist, white trousers, and a saber hanging from a baldric slung across his shoulder—motioned for Erik to stand away. When the others were aboard, Foster called up, “That lot is to be kept together, Mr.
Collins!”
The man in the strange uniform leaned over the rail and said, “In with the others?”
“Yes,” answered Foster as the longboat pulled away. “But in a corner, Mr. Collins!”
“Aye, aye, Corporal Foster.”
The man named Collins turned and ordered,
“Follow me.”
He moved down a strange ladder, narrow and steep, into a square hatchway, forward of the main mast. Erik was the last into the hold, and his eyes took a moment to adjust to the gloom. They entered a cargo hold that had been reconfigured to act as a barracks. Erik saw that twenty triple bunks had been fastened to the bulkheads, ten to each side of the ship, lengthwise, creating a fairly wide aisle.
Between the head of one set of three bunks and the foot of the next set, large trunks had been affixed to the deck, in which men were busy stowing gear.
Collins motioned for the six prisoners to follow him.
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motioned for them to occupy the bunks. “This is where you’ll sleep. You’ll eat on deck unless the weather’s too rough, when you’ll be eating here. You can store your gear in those two trunks.” He pointed to the trunk closest to the bulkhead at the aft of the cargo hold and the one between the two sets of bunks they were assigned.
Roo said, “We’ve got no gear.”
The man said, “You’ll call me Mr. Collins, or sir, when you address me. I’m the Second Mate on Trenchard’s Revenge. The First Mate is Mr. Roper, and the Captain is . . . You call him Captain. Is that clear?”
Roo said, “Yes, Mr. Collins. But they didn’t give us any gear, sir.”
“That’s not my problem. Your officer will get you what you need, I’m sure. It’s a long voyage, and you’ll have ample time to get organized. Now stay here until you’re sent for.” He left.
Biggo took one of the lower bunks, with Sho Pi and Billy Goodwin above him, while Roo, Erik, and Luis took the other bunk, in descending order.
“What do we do now?” asked Roo.
Biggo grinned. “Nothing. I’m for a nap!” he added cheerfully.
Erik realized that he was also tired, but nervous, waiting to discover what fate held in store for them next. Still, the lulling of the ship as it moved gently on groundswells in the harbor quickly soothed his nerves, and soon he was asleep as well.
A clatter from above and a sense of motion, and Erik sat up, striking his head against the bottom of the bunk above. Wincing at the pain, he almost stepped on Roo as he got down from the middle bunk.
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A grinding sound from above and a change in motion, coupled with the shouts of orders from above, and it was clear they were under way. The six prisoners stood unsure of what to do, while the thirty men at the other end of the hold seemed amused by their confusion.
One of them, a large man nearly Biggo’s size, said, “Why don’t you run up and tell Bobby de Loungville that he’s been thoughtless in not telling you we was leaving this soon!”
This brought a burst of laughter.
Luis said, “Why don’t you go ask him if he knows who your father might be. Your mother certainly didn’t.”
The man on the bunk was on his feet and two strides on his way toward Luis when Sho Pi intercepted him. “Now, a moment, my friend,” said the Isalani.
“You’re no friend of mine,” countered the large man, now obviously ready to fight with anyone, as he put his hand on Sho Pi’s chest to push him aside.
Suddenly the man was on his knees, pain etched on his face as Sho Pi held his hand in a torturous grip, pulling thumb back and palm reversed so the hand twisted back hard against its own wrist. A gasp of agony was the only sound he made.
“I was going to suggest,” said Sho Pi, “that as this is going to be a very long and tedious voyage, it would be in all of our best interests to make peace and try to consider one another’s feelings. I’m sure my friend here is more than willing to apologize for impugning your mother if you’ll graciously grant him pardon.”
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and said, “Sir, I was a boor and acted rashly and without thought. My behavior shames me. I crave your pardon, sir.”
The gasping man, whose eyes were now watering so that tears streamed down his face, said,
“Granted!” It was barely more than a croak of pain.
Sho Pi released his hand and the man almost fainted from relief. Billy helped him to his feet and escorted him back to his own companions, trying to keep from grinning as he did. The man kept rubbing his hand, as if expecting something to be broken, but nothing was. He shook it a few times as Billy returned to his own side of the hold.
The hatch above slid aside and two figures came down, de Loungville and Foster. Foster said, “Listen up!”
De Loungville stopped about halfway down the companionway so he could look around at all the men. “We’re under way, which no doubt you know unless you’re unconscious or even more stupid than I thought. We’ll be between ninety and one hundred days at sea, weather permitting. There’s plenty of work to do, and I’ll not have you running to fat because you’re not sailors. Besides, we may be coming home short-handed”—he got a faraway look for a second, as if that meant more than what it sounded like—“so knowing your way around a ship will prove useful. Mr. Collins will come down later with assignments and you’ll do as told, no questions asked. He has as much rank as Knight-Captain in the King’s Army, so don’t go forgetting that because he looks like a common sailor.”
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them to gather around. “I’m only going to tell you this once. Ruthia must love you, because the Lady of Luck has seen fit to keep you alive a little longer. I was given two weeks to judge if you’re fit to live, and as things were going, you were all heading back to the gallows.” He glanced from face to face. “But I convinced Calis that I could hang you from the yardarms as easily as I could from the gallows in Krondor, so you’ve only gained time.
“The next three months are going to be harsh.
You’ll work a full watch like every man on this ship, and another watch will be given over to some training you haven’t had
and those others have.” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder to the men at the other end of the hold.
Biggo spoke, to everyone’s surprise. “Are we to learn why?”
“Why what?” asked de Loungville.
“Why this great galloping charade, Robert de Loungville, Sergeant darling sir. You don’t spend the Prince’s gold and dragoon soldiers from all parts of the Kingdom, then go through all this to save murderers and thieves from fair justice. You want something from us and you’re prepared to give us back our lives in exchange. Fair enough, and no questions asked, but men more stupid than me would know that it’s better for us to know what’s ahead and rest certain in that knowledge than to let imagination stir up horrors that might make us do something rash and foolish. If we get ourselves killed, we’re not happy and you’re not happy.”
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as he left, he said, “Stay alive long enough, and I promise you you’ll find out more than you want to know.” As he reached the companionway, he turned again to add, “But for the time being, the trick is to stay alive.”
He climbed the stairs, Foster, as ever, behind him, and as the hatchway closed, Biggo said, “Well, that’s not really what I wanted to hear.”
Luis said, “What do you think? Is he trying to scare us?”
Sho Pi said, “No, I think the problem is he’s trying very hard not to scare us.”
Erik returned to his bunk, and with a cold feeling inside, he knew that Sho Pi was right.
Days passed. The first day they had been allowed up on deck, Erik saw another ship traveling a short distance away. A sailor had told him that it was the Freeport Ranger, another ship under Calis’s command. Erik said he had thought all Kingdom ships were called Royal this or that, and the sailor merely nodded, then went back to work.
Erik didn’t care much for the work, but it was outside and the weather was clement, despite its being early fall. Roo hated being a sailor, having some trouble with the heights, but he had the agility to get around in the yards that Biggo and Erik lacked.