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“Will we be?” Peretta asked.
Oliver blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Will we be all right?”
He touched her shoulder. “We’ve been just fine so far, you and I.” He knew he was no manly warrior who could lead troops, nor a scout who could guide them across uncharted terrain, but their skills were roughly equal. “Between the two of us, we’ll be fine. You help me as much as I help you. Haven’t you memorized a great deal of information about where we’re going?”
“Not really.” She sounded shy. “But I do know about trade routes. Maybe I can draw on that knowledge to find someone who will take us to Tanimura, and from there to Lord Rahl.” She closed her eyes and concentrated, sorting the knowledge in her head, while Oliver scanned the other boats in the harbor. Finally, they left the docks and went together into the city.
Serrimundi was built around the delta of a river that emptied into the sea with many branches that flowed through the city. The people had tamed the arms of the delta into well-behaved canals. Gondola pilots moved small boats up and down the watery alleys, delivering people to small household docks.
The city was filled with busy people wearing colorful garments. Oliver and Peretta listened to the cacophony of voices, music played by sailors from distant lands, the rattle and creak of ropes in pulleys, the sway of wooden crates, the slosh of waves against hulls, and the calls of wine sellers, shell merchants, or corner-stall prophets who claimed to tell fortunes.
Peretta’s dark eyes sparkled with an idea. “We should report to the harborlord. That is a man of power here in Serrimundi.”
Oliver patted the documents he kept in a pouch at his waist. “Yes, and we have news for him … about the Wavewalker.”
* * *
Oliver and Peretta sat in the second-story office of the harborlord, a flat-faced man named Otto with a sincere expression, caramel-colored eyes, and curled locks of dark hair that dropped past his shoulders. He wore a wide-brimmed leather hat even inside his office. The windows stood wide open, and shrieking gulls outside interrupted their conversation. Brisk, salty breezes stirred the papers on the harborlord’s desk.
Oliver removed his pouch and set the journals and documents in front of him, keeping his hand on top of them. He hesitated, knowing he was about to give Otto difficult news.
A woman came in carrying a tray of fruit juices and a plate of small, round cookies that sparkled with cane sugar. Harborlord Otto looked up and smiled. “Ah, my daughter Shira. She should actually be home tending her children, but she loves working in the office. She is, in fact, my business partner.”
The woman looked at them, tossed her hair. “My own husband is out to sea and the children can take care of themselves.” Shira had long reddish-brown hair combed to a glossy sheen. She had the widening hips of a woman who had borne several children and lived a hard domestic life, but she was still beautiful.
Oliver spoke up as Shira approached with the tray of refreshments. “We have news from travelers who came inland, three people—a sorceress, a wizard, and a young swordsman. They were aboard a ship named the Wavewalker.”
Shira froze, holding the tray.
Oliver didn’t notice her sudden intense silence. “Sir, I am sorry to report that the Wavewalker was shipwrecked, attacked by selka down along the Phantom Coast. As harborlord, you need to know. All hands were lost, except for the three I mentioned.”
With a loud crash and a clatter, Shira dropped the tray of juice and cookies. She stood trembling as if someone had struck her a physical blow; then she spun away, weeping. “I must see the Sea Mother. I must pray.…” She reached the door and stopped, gripping the jamb so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her nails dug into the wood. She heaved several breaths, and finally turned back. Tears streaked her cheeks. “I must pray for guidance on how to tell my children that their father is lost at sea.” Then she fled the office.
Otto looked dour and grim. His shoulders lifted, then fell as he let out a sigh that sounded like the wind of an oncoming storm. “Captain Corwin was a decent man, an adequate husband and father. Any wife of a sea captain knows she’s bound to receive news like this sooner or later. The Wavewalker was gone for much of the year, but the captain fulfilled his contract. He made sure that my daughter and their children had food, had a home.”
Moving with painful slowness as if he couldn’t face what he was doing, the harborlord opened a desk drawer and withdrew a sheaf of handwritten papers that had turned brown with age, some so old the purple ink was faded. Finally, he pulled out a document, the old marriage certificate. He shook his head. “Shira is the daughter of the harborlord. She and her children will be fine. I will find some other sea captain for her, a marriage under the same terms.”
Oliver found that heartachingly sad. From the tales that Nicci, Bannon, and Nathan had told, Captain Eli Corwin had been a good man who fought hard for his ship. Oliver hadn’t known about his family.
Harborlord Otto looked across the desk at them. “Thank you for this news. I mean that sincerely.”
Peretta seemed lost. “But we just told you the ship sank, the man is dead. Why would you thank us?”
“The agony of worry is often worse than the dull ache of grief. Better to know for certain, than to spend month after month in empty hope. Each day Shira would come down to check the newly arrived vessels, asking if anyone might have brought news of the Wavewalker. Now she knows.” He sighed. “We’ll make many offerings to the temple of the Sea Mother … and I will inform the wishpearl divers as well. Their training master sent his best five aboard the Wavewalker for an extravagant fee, which Captain Corwin was willing to pay. I believe the training master had hoped to send others on later voyages. Now they’ll just have to find a different vessel and a new ambitious captain.”
He spread more documents on his desk, securing them with heavy lumps of dried coral so the sea breezes would not blow them away.
“We were hoping our news might be worth something to you,” Peretta said, “for we are on a mission of our own. Serrimundi is now part of the D’Haran Empire. Lord Rahl has brought freedom to all the cities of the Old World.”
Otto drew his eyebrows together and straightened his hat. “I’ve heard a story or two, but there’s been no change in our daily lives. If Lord Rahl thinks he’s our new ruler, I suppose he’ll send people down to impose taxes.”
“From what we understand,” Oliver said, “Lord Rahl is most interested in guaranteeing rather than imposing a way of life.”
The harborlord grimaced. “You mean, like the Imperial Order? Serrimundi had to pay lip service to Emperor Jagang, as well as a substantial tithe, just so he would leave us alone. Since Serrimundi caused him no trouble, he directed his armies elsewhere.” Otto suddenly sat up. “In fact, I believe he sent all of his armies northward to fight some up
start leader named Richard Rahl. Hmmm…”
“Yes, that was it,” Oliver said. “But Lord Rahl doesn’t mean to enforce harsh rules like the Imperial Order. He wants all cities and lands to espouse freedom, to let people choose their own destinies, to create their own self-worth, and to depose tyrants. In order to be part of the D’Haran Empire, all lands must simply abide by a set of established rules based on human decency.”
At least, that was what Nicci and Nathan had said.
Otto set another lump of coral on the remaining stack of papers, which he had not yet read. “Then Serrimundi will get along just fine with the new situation. But what is it you need?”
“We need passage north,” said Peretta. “We come from Cliffwall, far inland. We have already been traveling for a month, but we must make our way to the New World and eventually find someone who can deliver our reports to Lord Rahl. I can recite them, if I meet him face-to-face.”
“And I have them written down.” Oliver gathered up his documents, stuffing them back in the leather pouch.
“We have ships sailing from Serrimundi up the coast, and many go as far as Tanimura.”
“We don’t require anything fancy,” Oliver said, then lowered his voice. “Because we can’t really pay.”
“In that case, I have something just for you. My brother Jared runs a kraken-hunting ship, and he’s about to set sail tomorrow. He lost some of his crew in an … unfortunate incident on his last run, but he intends to work the waters north of here. If you’re willing to lend a hand, and a kraken-hunting ship doesn’t bother you, I’ll have a berth for you right away.”
“We don’t know what a kraken hunter is,” Oliver said.
“All the better. I will make the arrangements.”
CHAPTER 27
Seeing the tension in Nicci’s demeanor as they stood together in the slave market, Nathan said, “The legends of Ildakar are better than the reality. This bothers you, Sorceress, and I understand why.”
