'Now perhaps I could show you to your accommodation?' he said.
Halt and Gilan stepped up onto the wharf as Selethen drew back to allow them access. They turned and held their hands down to Evanlyn and she stepped up lightly after them. Will and Horace followed. Svengal, after a few brief words of instruction to Axel, mainly along the lines of, 'Nobody is to come aboard', brought up the rear.
Selethen eyed the three figures in the grey and green cowled cloaks, taking in the massive longbows that each of them wore slung over their shoulders.
Strange, he thought. I must find out more about these.
He gave a quiet order and a file of ten soldiers detached themselves from the wharf contingent and led the way towards the guesthouse. As Horace passed Selethen, the two warriors eyed each other and like recognised like. Selethen saw the broad shoulders, the tapered hips and the easy balanced stride. A long straight sword hung at the Araluan's belt.
This one I understand, thought Selethen. He would make a dangerous enemy.
At the same time, Horace was taking in the slim build, the athletic movement and the long curved sword that hung at Selethen's side.
This one would be a bit of a handful, he thought. They were both right.
Chapter 16
They spent a comfortable night in the guesthouse. A dozen of Selethen's men remained on guard outside but the visitors were allowed to leave the house and walk around the immediate vicinity if they chose to.
They were served with food and drink – fruit juices and water in the latter case. The food was delicious – cold fowl of some kind, served with salad greens with a distinctive sharp lemon dressing and fresh flat bread. Horace tore at a leg of the fowl and crammed vast amounts of the bread into his mouth.
'This is all right,' he said enthusiastically. 'We're doing well for prisoners.'
'We're not prisoners,' Halt reminded him. 'We're a diplomatic delegation.'
Horace nodded. 'I keep forgetting,' he said, spraying bread crumbs in all directions. Halt quickly backed away. Then the warrior's attention was distracted by the half-dismembered bird on the platter before him and he rummaged through the pieces.
'Any more legs?' he asked of no one in particular.
'If they invent a four-legged chicken,' Will said, 'Horace will think he's gone to heaven.'
Horace nodded in agreement.
'Four-legged chicken,' he said. 'Great idea. We should get Master Chubb onto that.'
He found another leg and wasted no time ripping large shreds from it with his teeth. Gilan watched him with some curiosity.
'I don't recall him eating this much when we were in Celtica,' he said.
Horace grinned. 'We didn't have this much to eat in Celtica,' he said. 'Besides, I felt a little overawed and nervous in the company of you mysterious Rangers.'
'They don't make you nervous any more?' Evanlyn asked, her eyes smiling as she sliced a peach in half. The fruit really was delicious, she thought. Perhaps it had something to do with the hot climate.
'Not in the slightest,' Horace said. He was grinning now but he did remember that there was a time when he had been distinctly unsure of himself in the presence of Rangers – first with Gilan and Will in Celtica, then later in company with Halt as they crossed Gallica. Odd to think that now they were his closest friends. 'I've learned since then. Halt's really a pussycat,' he added.
Will and Gilan both snorted in an unsuccessful attempt to conceal their laughter. Halt's eyebrow rose fractionally as he regarded the grinning young man.
'A pussycat,' he repeated.
Svengal had been watching this exchange with interest. Now he joined in with a loud guffaw.
'More like a battered old tomcat, I'd have thought,' he said. Halt's withering gaze swung to the big Skandian, who remained resolutely unwithered.
'Everyone's a comedian all of a sudden,' Halt said. 'I think I'll go to bed.'
He exited the room with what little dignity remained to him. It wasn't much.
Breakfast was served in the internal courtyard the following morning an hour after sun-up. The air was fresh with the morning sea breeze, but already they could feel the coming heat of the day.
The three Rangers were delighted to find, among the platters of flat bread, sliced fruit, conserves and jars of Juice, a pot of hot, rich black liquid.
'Coffee!' Gilan said reverently, pouring himself a cup. There was brown sugar to sweeten it and he spooned it in, while Halt and Will also helped themselves. Evanlyn shook her head at the sight of them.
'If you ever wanted to capture you three,' she said, 'you'd just have to bait the trap with a pot of coffee.'
Will nodded. 'And we'd go gladly,' he agreed. Then he said to the others, 'This is really good coffee.'
'Should be,' Halt said, leaning back with his cup and putting his booted feet on the low table in front of him. 'The Arridi invented it. Everyone sleep well?'
In fact, most of them had slept patchily, unused to the.sensation of a bed that didn't roll and pitch rhythmically beneath them. But the mattresses had been soft and the bedrooms were cool and well ventilated. They were discussing the phenomenon that Svengal described as 'land wobbles', which most seafarers feel when they first go ashore after a long voyage, when one of the servants entered and bowed to Halt.
'Captain Selethen is here, sir.'
'Ask him to come in,' Halt said, removing his feet from the table and rising to greet the Arridi officer as he entered the courtyard. As before, Selethen made the hand gesture to lips, brow and lips in greeting.
'Good morning, my lady, and gentlemen. Is everything satisfactory?'
Halt returned the hand greeting and motioned the captain to a seat.
'Everything is excellent. Will you join us for coffee?' he offered but Selethen shook his head regretfully.
'Sadly, I have duties to attend to.' He glanced at Svengal. 'Your men have been given breakfast, captain,' he said. 'There is no need to check.'
Svengal nodded. The previous evening, he had made a point of visiting the ship to make sure his men were being looked after. They had their own supplies on board, of course, but he felt they should be fed by the Arridi, as they were part of an official delegation.
'Thank you,' he said gruffly. Selethen turned back to Halt and Evanlyn now.
'His Excellence the Wakir will be delighted to receive you at the tenth hour,' he said.
Evanlyn glanced uncertainly at Halt and he made a discreet hand gesture, signalling her to answer.
'That is suitable to us,' she said.
Selethen smiled and drew himself to attention.
'I will escort you,' he said. 'I will be back fifteen minutes before the tenth hour. Please be ready to leave at that time.'
Evanlyn said nothing, looking away with a disinterested expression. Princesses didn't respond to orders, Will realised.
'We will be ready,' Halt said. He and Selethen exchanged the graceful hand gesture of greeting and farewell once more and the Arridi backed away a few paces before turning to leave. Horace, watching, marvelled at the ease with which Halt fitted in to situations like this. He said as much to Will when the two of them returned to the room they were sharing, and he was a little surprised at his friend's gloomy response.
'I know. He's amazing, isn't he?' Will said. 'He always knows exactly what to do and say.'
Horace looked at him curiously, wondering at his less than enthusiastic manner. He had no idea that Will had been thinking exactly the same thing, and comparing himself to his master – a comparison that he found less than favourable. Once again Will was wondering how he would ever cope as a Ranger in his own right.