"First thing Silus — and this is very important — drink this."
Silus took the bottle of flummox and necked half the contents. Beside him Katya shot her husband a filthy look.
"In case of emergency drink first huh?" she said. "Great advice. I'd always wanted to give birth on a ship with a half-cut husband by my side."
"Now Katya, don't say anything you don't mean," Maylan said, before rolling up his sleeves.
"Okay, in that case I won't say I wished that Silus had never met Kelos and that I wished we'd never been forced onto this voyage."
Silus gripped Katya's hand and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm so sorry Katya. Father Maylan will see us through this. Don't worry."
Katya screamed as another contraction hit and Silus looked at the priest, urging him to do something.
Maylan knelt down and hooked a pair of spectacles over his ears. "Oh yes, all quite normal down here I can assure you. Nothing to worry about at all. Now Katya, I want you to start to push… now."
Silus cried out in pain at the same time as his wife, as his hand was crushed in her grip.
"That's it Katya. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe."
Father Maylan did something with his hands and Silus was alarmed to see him wipe blood off them a moment later. The priest caught the panicked look on Silus's face and shot him a reassuring smile. "Really Silus, don't worry. The blood is all part of it. You're going to have to get used to a certain level of mess. All part of the magic of childbirth."
"Magic!" Katya shouted. "I'm sure you wouldn't say that if you were in my position."
"Don't worry Katya. We'll soon be there. And another big push. One, two, push."
The sweat was pouring off Katya now and Silus brushed the hair out of her eyes. Every time she screamed out, every time she had to give another push his heart lurched and a terror gripped him that something would go wrong. He knew women who had died giving birth. Strong, healthy women. And here was Katya, miles out at sea with not a midwife overseeing proceedings, but a priest on the run from the Final Faith.
The ship shuddered and the light coming in through the porthole dimmed as the sun moved behind Kerberos.
"That's it, I can see the head. Another big push now Katya."
The ship lurched again and Maylan stumbled into the wall. Above them the lamp swung wildly on its fastening and the flame within died.
And then Silus and Katya's son gave voice to his arrival in the world.
Maylan got to his feet and staggered over to Katya. He reached between her legs, urging her to push one more time as the cries of the infant grew in volume.
"You've done it Katya," Silus said. "We have a son. My gods, we have a son!"
"You do indeed," said Maylan, a grin on his face, holding aloft the child, his arms coated in birthing fluids.
After cutting the umbilical cord he gave the boy to Katya. The child struggled in her arms for just a moment, until she helped him find her breast, and then the only sound in the room was the gentle, content sound of his suckling.
Silus looked at their boy and, instantly, it was love. In Katya's eyes was the self same look.
Father Maylan was the first to break the quiet.
"And have you thought of a name for the wee chap?"
Katya looked up at Silus and he said: "Zac. His name is Zac."
"Zac," she repeated as though trying it out. And then: "Yes. Zac."
"Congratulations. Both of you."
"Maylan. I really can't thank you enough." Katya said.
From above them there was the thunder of feet on deck. Silus heard ropes creak as somebody scrambled up the rigging.
And then there was the call they had so desperately been hoping for these last few days.
"Land Ahoy!"
Chapter Fifteen
The city sat atop a rock plateau, supported by the sheer walls of iron green cliffs rising from the sea.
As the leviathan drew them closer, Dunsany could see something moving down the cliffs. He focused his telescope and what he saw just didn't make sense
What he had taken to be walls of green stone were in fact the sides of a vast wall of water. The city was not supported by a series of cliffs but, instead, was riding on the crest of an enormous wave, frozen in the moment just before it would have fallen into an avalanche of frothing surf. And the things descending the wave, moving swiftly down its vertiginous sides, were ships.
The leviathan brought them to the foot of the wave and the ship keeled to port as they stopped side-on to the water. The creature gave a great shudder and expelled a plume of spray. As it let out a bellowing call, Kelos moved to the prow and looked down.
"It's time to part ways with our friend. Ignacio, Jacquinto, give me a hand with these ropes."
Together they unharnessed the creature from the Llothriall.
It didn't leave immediately. Instead, it regarded them for a moment with its many eyes, running its tentacles over the Llothriall — one briefly brushing against Kelos — before it turned and swam away. They watched as the creature submerged, its great tail the last to disappear in a crash of spray.
"It's a shame Silus wasn't here to say goodbye," Dunsany said.
"Goodbye to whom?" Silus said, emerging from below, followed by Maylan.
"The whale thing just swam away." Ignacio said. "It sends its regards."
"I have some news. Katya has given birth to our son. Zac."
"A healthy baby boy I'm pleased to say." Father Maylan said.
"Congratulations!" Dunsany said. "That's terrific. I'd propose a toast but I fear that we may not have time to drink it before those ships are upon us."
"What ships?" Maylan said.
"Look up."
"Gods! What is this?"
The ships were almost on them, sailing down the vertical drop as though gravity was none of their concern. There were four vessels, simple in design, looking much like Allantian trading ships.
As Dunsany watched their approach, his sense of perspective suddenly shifted and — for one vertiginous moment — he felt that he was about to fall out of the Llothriall and towards the ships. The horizon spun and he could no longer tell which was sky, sea or the ship beneath him. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he forced himself to look at the planks below his feet and — taking deep breaths — willed his world to be the right way up.
"Are you alright?" Silus said.
"Fine. Fine. It's just that you don't see something that doesn't make sense everyday."
"Ho there!" Came a call, and they looked up to see the prow of a ship not more than twenty feet above their heads. "What seas have you traversed to find yourselves at Morat?"
What seas? Dunsany thought. What does he mean what seas? Surely there are only these seas?
"The Twilight seas," he said.
"Twilight must be very far away indeed, for it is not a place I have heard of."
"You are on Twilight. This is Twilight."
"No friend, this is Morat."
"Look," said Jacquinto. "Wherever we are, our ship has been damaged and we need shelter while we try repairing her."
"Of course, tie on and we'll guide you to port."
A rope dropped down and Jacquinto and Ignacio secured it to the Llothriall.
"Sorry, one moment." Dunsany said, as they made preparations to unfurl the sails. "How are we supposed to follow them to port? I don't know whether you've noticed but we are at the foot of a vertical wall of water. How are we supposed to traverse that?"
"An interesting argument friend," said the man above them. "But to my eyes, it is your vessel that is clinging to the side of a sheer wall."
"You know what?" Ignacio said. "I think we should just go with this. If you begin to question it, it may hurt your brain."
"Okay. Okay." Dunsany said. "Bring us about."
As they brought the ship round to face the wall, the rope tying them to the vessel above pulled taught and Dunsany was convinced that they would be dragged into the wave, crushed beneath the weight of all that water. Instead, there was another moment of intense vertigo as the horizon tilted. Kerberos wheeled in an arc across the sky and, as it tumbled past him, Dunsany thought he saw a dark spec moving across its face. He closed his eyes against a sudden, dizzy nausea and when he opened them again, they were sailing across calm waters.