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“That’s where the oar goes,” Dervish growls, pushing Kirilli aside.
The lifeboat slides towards the edge of the ship, but comes to a sudden halt just above the rails. “It’s stuck,” Dervish grunts, pushing at it, looking for something—anything—else to pull.
“No,” I sigh, keeping an eye on several zombies heading our way. “It’s the barrier. The ship’s still encased in a bubble of magic.”
“Nonsense,” Dervish snorts. “That’s gone. My heart wouldn’t be hammering like a pneumatic drill if—”
“The barrier’s still there,” I stop him. “I don’t know how, but it is.” I point at the nearest zombie, a woman a long way ahead of the others. “Kirilli, grab her and throw her overboard.”
“With pleasure,” Kirilli says—the zombie is much smaller than him. He runs across, picks her up and chucks her over the rail. She bounces off an invisible wall and lands on top of Kirilli. As she chews his left forearm he squeals and wriggles free. He kicks her hard, then glares at me. “You knew that was going to happen!”
I ignore the irate conjuror and lock gazes with Dervish. The fight has sapped his strength. He looks like an old man ready for death.
“The barrier might crumble before the ship sinks,” Sharmila suggests, more out of wretched hope than any real conviction.
“It’s as strong as when we arrived,” I disagree. “We could have maybe swum out through the hole in the bottom—the barrier must be breached there, since the water’s coming in—but we can’t get back to the hold to try.”
“The zombies!” Dervish cries, coming alive again. “We can use them to punch a hole through the barrier. I did that in Slawter, exploded a demon against the wall of energy. It worked there—it can work here.”
“I’m not sure,” I mutter, but Dervish has already set his sights on a zombie. Finding extra power from somewhere, he sends the dead person flying against the invisible barrier and holds it there with magic.
“Sharmila,” he grunts. “Blast it!”
The old Indian lady tries to focus, but she’s too exhausted.
“Leave this to me,” Kirilli says, preening himself like an action movie hero. He slides a playing card out from underneath his torn, chewed sleeve, takes careful aim and fires it at the zombie. When it strikes he shouts, “Abracadabra!” and the card and zombie explode. “There,” Kirilli smirks. “I’m not as useless as you thought, am I?”
“Nobody could be,” Dervish murmurs, but the humour is forced. The explosion hasn’t dented the barrier. It holds as firmly as before.
“They’re not powerful enough,” I note sadly, felling another zombie as it attacks. “The magic they’re working off isn’t the same as ours. They’re puppets of the Shadow, not real creatures of magic. We could butcher a thousand against the barrier, but it won’t work any better than exploding normal humans.”
“That’s why Juni sent the demons back to their own universe,” Dervish groans. “So we couldn’t use them if we got away from the Shadow.”
“Lord Loss isn’t a fool,” I smile sadly. “He learns from his mistakes.”
“We’re finished,” Dervish says miserably.
“Aye,” I sigh, unconsciously mimicking Beranabus. “All that’s left to determine is whether the zombies eat us or if we drown in the deep blue sea.”
I stare at the ranks of living dead shuffling towards us. The Shadow’s magic is dwindling. Many of the zombies have fallen and lie twitching or still, returned to the lifeless state from which the Shadow roused them. But a lot remain active, clambering up from
the lower levels, massing and advancing, hunched over against the sharp, angled incline of the deck. If the ship doesn’t sink within the next few minutes, they’ll overwhelm us.
“I don’t want to drown,” Kirilli says softly “I’ve always been afraid of that. I’d rather be eaten.” He tugs at the tattered threads of his jacket, trying to make himself presentable. Facing the oncoming hordes, he takes a deep breath and starts towards them.
“Wait,” Sharmila stops him. She’s smiling faintly. “Disciples never quit. Zahava must have taught you that. We carry on even when all seems lost. When dealing with matters magical, there is always hope.”
“She’s right,” I tell him. “If Kernel’s alive, he might open another window and rescue us. Or I could be wrong about the barrier. Maybe it will vanish before the ship sinks and we can clamber overboard.”
“What are the odds?” Kirilli asks.
“Slim,” I admit. “But you don’t want to surrender to the zombies, only to spot the rest of us slipping free at the last second, do you?”
Kirilli squints at me, struggling to decide.
“Actually I was not planning on a miracle,” Sharmila says. “We have the power to save ourselves. We do not need to rely on divine intervention.”
“What are you talking about?” Dervish frowns.
