"Captain," said an officer, coming up to report to Callimachus, "in the marshes the battle is done. Fifteen pirate ships have been destroyed. Many pirates have been killed or captured. Some twelve to fifteen ships escaped. Too, other pirates have fled into the marshes."
"Victory is yours," I told Callimachus.
"Had we ampler forces," said Callimachus, "our victory might have been more complete."
"Do not rise to your feet," I said, warningly, to Cailisthenes.
He looked up, at Callimachus. He smiled. "Do not forget that we are friends, Callimachus," said he. "The affection that I bear to you remains unchanged. As children we played together in Port Cos. We have been brother officers."
"You are crying," I said to Callimachus.
"It is the wind," he said. Then he said to the officer nearby, indicating Callisthenes, "Put him in chains."
We watched Callisthenes being led away, between two soldiers, the officer following.
"Would you rather that the traitor had been the slave, Peggy?" I asked.
"No," he said.
I thought that an interesting response on the part of Callimachus. I had, however, little time to ponder it.
"The fleet of Policrates!" we heard, from the height of the wall. "The fleet of Policrates is at the mouth of the channel!"
"Bring our forces, and their prisoners, within the holding!" called Callimachus.
"Policrates cannot retake the holding," I said. "We would hold it against ten thousand men!"
I followed Callimachus tip the stairs to the height of the wall. There was no possibility of our tricking Policrates, of course, as we had Alcibron and Reginald, and the others. Escaped pirates would only too quickly inform him of what had occurred. Too, smoke from burning ships, from the sea yard, and in the channel, climbed skyward.
Callimachus and I, on the wall, regarded the fleet of Policrates at the mouth of the channel. He had returned from his work on the eastern river. He had returned for his rendezvous with the Voskjard.
"We have nothing to fear from Policrates," I said.
"You do not know Policrates," he said.
Chapter 13 — CALLIMACHUS AND I ARE PASSENGERS ABOARD THE FLAGSHIP OF POLICRATES; POLICRATES WILL VENTURE TO VICTORIA
My arms were taken far behind me. The ropes on my wrists were tight.
"Secure him well," said Policrates.
I winced, my back arched over the port shearing blade of Policrates' flagship. Involuntarily I cried out with pain. Then the ropes were drawn even tighter. My legs were then drawn back, ropes tight on my ankles. Ropes were adjusted. Lying as I was, bound upon the blade, looking to my right, I could see the port rail of Policrates' flagship. I put my head back. I could see blue sky and clouds. I could not see ahead. On the other side of the ship, similarly secured, fastened to the starboard shearing blade, as I understood it, was Callimachus.
The ultimatum of Policrates had been clear. Callimachus and I must be surrendered to him, Callisthenes, Reginald and Kliomenes must be freed, else Victoria would be subjected to fire and the sword. Defenseless Victoria, we had vowed, must not perish. We had, against the protestations of Miles of Vonda, whom we left in command of the fortress, surrendered ourselves.
"Put about!" I heard Policrates call to his helmsmen. I felt my body move with the blade, as the ship came about in the channel.
"Though you cannot see ahead, surely you can hear," said a voice at the port rail.
I looked upward and to the right. There, at the rail, stood Policrates.
"It is my hope," said he, "that we shall have an engagement."
"Whither are you bound, Captain?" I asked.
"Victoria," he said.
Momentarily, in rage, I struggled. Then I felt blood running at the blade. In frustration, moaning, I ceased struggling.
I heard him laugh. Then he turned away from the rail.
In misery, in fury, I lay bound, not moving, over the blade. I felt the steel, hard and narrow, in my back. The ropes were tight. I felt the motion of the ship. I saw the blue sky and clouds. I was absolutely helpless.
Chapter 14 — RAGNAR VOSKJARD MEETS POLICRATES; RAGNAR VOSKJARD LEARNS THAT HE IS NOT FIRST ON THE RIVER
Bound over the great, curved shearing blade I could see little but the sky. But I heard another ship nearby.
"It is _Spined Tharlarion_!" I heard cry. We must now be in the vicinity of Victoria. _Spined Tharlarion_, I knew, was the personal ship of Ragnar Voskjard. He had come from the west on the river to rendezvous with his fleet and the ships of Policrates. The rendezvous was supposedly to have taken place, we had learned from Callisthenes, at the holding of Policrates. Scout ships, however, had been left at the channel's mouth, that he might now, rather, be directed to Victoria.
"You are Policrates?" I heard call.
"I am," answered Policrates.
"He is," called another voice, from my right. "He is Policrates." That was the voice of Reginald, who was known to them both. I remembered it from earlier, from outside the sea gate, at the holding.
"Where are my ships?" demanded the first voice, from my left. The voice was furious. Only recently, I gathered, surely only with a few Ahn, had the Voskjard become apprised of the fate of so many of his ships. The wings of the Voskjard had been cruelly clipped. Of his original three fleets, numbering in the neighborhood of some one hundred and fifty or sixty ships, he must now retain less than twenty. It would take time to rebuild such power on the river.
"Ask the Vosk, and your captains, the sorry lot of them," responded Policrates.
"Do you test me, Captain?" inquired the voice from my left.
"Be tested or not, as it pleases you," said Policrates.
"How is it that they were not supported?" demanded the voice from my left.
"I did my part," said Policrates. "I defended the eastern river, upholding my portion of our bargain."
"Not one ship of yours shows a scratch!" cried the voice from my left.
"Men knew war against me would be fruitless," said Policrates. "My presence alone guaranteed the security of your flank."
"In your holding were my men ambushed!" called the voice from the left.
"I was not there," said Policrates. "Guile was employed. My men were tricked."
"Your men are fools!" cried the voice.
"So, too, then are yours, who entered the holding like verr trotting into a pen," said Policrates.
"How is it that the signs and countersigns came to be known?" demanded the voice from my left.
"I do not know," called Reginald. "It could not be from me that they were obtained. The _Tamira_ went down. It went down at the chain. I was fortunate to have escaped with my life."
"Two who were involved in this miserable business," said Policrates, "surmount now, as stripped and helpless prisoners, the shearing blades of my vessel."
"Good," said the voice from my left. "I shall see that they are rewarded well for their pains, lengthily and at my leisure." The voice now sounded mollified. I felt the eyes of men upon me.
"They are my prisoners," said Policrates. "They are mine to do with as I please."
"As you wish," said the voice to my left. I saw that Policrates wanted Callimachus and myself for himself. We were precious to him. He would not see fit to surrender us to another. I did not care to consider what projected vengeance he might care to impose upon us.
"Convey now to me the flags of command," called the voice to my left.
"I am first upon the river," said Policrates.
"I am Ragnar Voskjard!" called the voice to my left.
"And I am Policrates," said Policrates.
"I am first!" said Ragnar Voskjard.
"You retain, at most, no more than twenty ships," said Policrates. "I command forty."
"There is our agreement!" cried Ragnar Voskjard. "The pledge of the topaz!"