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  Why? What had they done that I had not? Or was it the reverse?

  The crew seemed thin. How many had been redeemed? "Toke, take a muster."

  "I have, Captain. We lost five besides those you know. One-Hand Nedo, Fat Poppo...."

  "Poppo? Really? He said he knew.... I'm glad for him. But we'll miss them all."

  "We will, Captain."

  Mica's "We are all children of evil" returned to me. I think I understood now. He was stating the reason why I could not understand why some had been redeemed and some not. The evil in us was such that we could not recognize facts laid openly before us. It would take a moment of truth, an instant of revelation, to drive the message home.

  I remembered sitting with Priest and Mica and the Kid, fishing, pulling in a sand shark that just could not quit hitting our hooks. I glanced at the clouds and wondered if they would quit the way we had quit trying to teach that stupid shark.

  XVI

  The dividing line between the sea and the Silverbind's flood is as sharp as a pen stroke. Turgid brown against slightly choppy jade. The two do not mix till you are out of sight of land.

  Dragon is in the brown, straining toward the green. We have bent on every piece of canvas we can find. Lank Tor is up top yelling things nobody wants to hear.

  "Another one. Captain. On the starboard quarter."

  Their sails crowd the north. They came back in a hurry.

  I try to think like Colgrave. What would he do?

  Colgrave would fight. Colgrave always fought.

  I try to remember his face. I cannot. The forgetfulness of Dragon is at work. Before long he, and the others, will be completely forgotten and we'll have a whole new style.

  It is necessary. Colgrave was incapable of backing down. But Dragon is no longer invincible. These Itaskian's fathers proved how vincible we are. They just have to be willing to pay an extreme price.

  I look at the clouds. "You tired of hauling in the same stupid sharks?"

  A distant cloud wears a face for an instant. I swear it sticks out its tongue.

  The tongue is lightning. It stabs the sea. "Steer for that," I order. The helmsman shifts our heading.

  Another bolt falls. Then another and another. The sky grows dark. The wind picks up. Dragon fairly dances toward the sudden foul weather. The sails in the north seem to bounce in anger as this slim chance to escape develops.

  "Damn you!" I shake a fist at the sky. For an instant I think I hear mocking laughter.

  The seasickness is grinding my entrails already. It will be tearing me apart after we hit the storm.

  The gods do have senses of humor. But the level seems to be that which ties the tails of cats for draping over clotheslines.

  Lightning bolts are falling like the javelins of a celestial army. The helmsman is nervous. He keeps glancing my way, awaiting the order to turn away. Others join him.

  Nobody asks questions.

  My predecessor trained them well.

  Now they are hitting the sea around us. We have never seen anything like this....

  "Tor?"

  "They're coming after us, Captain."

  Those bold, brave fools. They would be. They know the game well now. They know they have to be as determined as we.

  The granddaddy bolt of them all hits the mainmast. Tor shrieks. The mast snaps. Topmen scream. The Kid tumbles through the rigging and hits the maindeck with a thud I can hear over the roar of wind and sea. The masts, the spars, the lines and stays all begin to glow. Dragon crawls with a pale, cold fire that must be visible for miles.

  She rides up a mountainous wave and plunges down its nether side.

  Darkness comes, sudden and sharp as a swordstroke.

  I am striding across the poop when it does, intending to take a look at the Kid.

  I trip into the rail when the light returns as suddenly as it went. I catch myself, look around.

  We are in a bank of dense fog. The sea is absolutely still. "Damned! No."

  The fogs thins quickly. I can see my command.

  The men are scattered over the decks, motionless, eyes glassy. I know where we are, what has happened. We have returned to the beginning, and Colgrave's sacrifices were in vain.

  The jokes of the gods can be damned cruel.

  The fog gives way. We glide into the heart of a circle of lifeless jade sea. Lethargy gnaws at me. It takes all my will to take up my bow so I can use it as a prop on which to lean.

  I will not go down. I will not fall. I refuse. They do not have the Power....

  Dragon eases to a stop and begins revolving slowly in the imperceptible current. The featureless face of the fog slides past. The mist overhead is light sometimes, and sometimes dark. It does not make an exciting sky. Before long I lose interest in counting the days.

  It will not be long before I cease to think at all.

  Till then, I must try to find the answer. What did I do wrong?

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