Craelyt went into a crouch for an instant in order to keep control of his weapon.
Rahl slammed the truncheon down on top of the heavy blade, then stepped on it. Without hesitation, he let order flow into the truncheon as he slammed the truncheon into the side of Craelyt’s face. The order flow staggered the undercaptain just enough that he hesitated, if fractionally, as he dropped the falchiona and lunged toward Rahl with a long dagger.
Rahl swung to the side and brought the truncheon down on Craelyt’s forearm.
With the snap of bone, the undercaptain paled, but he mustered enough chaos to fling more at Rahl, enough to stop Rahl for an instant. Craelyt swayed on his feet, and Rahl struck-this time across the undercaptain’s temple. Even before the older mage-guard’s body toppled toward the stone pavement, it began to disintegrate.
Rahl’s mouth dropped open. Had the undercaptain been that imbued with chaos?
After the moment or so it took Rahl to compose himself, he looked down where Craelyt had fallen; but there was little enough left of the undercaptain but his falchiona and a few other metal items. Rahl left them, backing away, and hurrying to the pier-guard station.
Now…what could he do? The captain was missing, the undercaptain dead at his own hand, and Rahl had no idea whom to trust among the senior mages-or who was even around of the few he thought he might be able to trust.
As Rahl hurried toward the pier gates, Suvynt turned and took several quick steps toward the junior mage-guard. “Rahl! What’s happening?”
“There’s a big fire in Swartheld. The undercaptain ordered Nyhart to gather up the available mage-guards and send them out here. He wanted to put more patrols on the piers and to back you up. I came ahead, but he was supposed to be right behind me.” Rahl glanced back over his shoulder.
“He’ll be here, then.”
Rahl looked toward Swartheld. From what he could tell, the fire didn’t seem to be spreading. He sincerely hoped not.
After a time, he looked to Suvynt. “Did the undercaptain send anyone out before me to patrol the piers?”
“No.”
“I’d better start that. Tell the undercaptain that’s where I am.”
“Are you sure?”
“That’s what he said he wanted done. There should be more mage-guards coming, but I’m not a chaos-mage, and there should be at least one of you here.”
“True enough.” Suvynt nodded.
“I’m going to check pier two, where the Jeranyi ships are. If anyone had anything to do with that fire, they might have.” Rahl turned and walked swiftly toward the base of pier two, not waiting for any response from Suvynt.
One of the Jeranyi vessels was already moving away from the pier, her concealed gun ports uncovered. The other had two guards at the foot of the gangway, and another pair on the quarterdeck. The vessel still reeked of whitish chaos.
As he neared the ship, but far enough back so he could not be seen clearly, he once more raised the light shield and used his order-senses to make his way toward the guards, angling in from the side. Then he used the truncheon to tap one on the calf.
“What…” The guard jumped.
“I didn’t see anything,” answered the other sailor. “Stop being so jumpy…”
“…feels like someone’s here…”
“…imagining things…”
Rahl slipped behind the two and eased his way up the gangway, moving slowly so that his weight did not flex the gangway. Just short of the opening where a section of the railing was swung back, he slipped onto the railing and moved aft along the narrow flattop for close to five cubits before setting his boots on the deck.
“…wish they’d get back…” came from one of the quarterdeck guards.
“…you can see one fire…”
“…thought there should be more…”
A long hiss of steam issued from the stack above the superstructure and aft of Rahl, confirming his suspicions that, despite the quiet appearance, the ship was ready to steam at any moment.
He moved silently across the deck toward an open hatchway, then, sensing no one in the darkness inside, entered. He tried to sense the chaos of powder or cammabark, but within the iron of the vessel, his order-senses were more limited. Another passageway intersected the one he had taken, and it headed aft. Rahl followed it to a ladder leading down. At the base of the ladder, the sense of chaos was stronger…and someone was headed his way.
Holding the light shield tightly around himself, Rahl flattened himself against the bulkhead. The crewman turned his head from side to side, paused, but then continued forward past Rahl, so close that Rahl could feel the faint breeze of his passing. At the next passageway, Rahl turned outboard. After less than ten cubits he stepped through a hatch into a gun bay.
Directly to his right was a heavy cannon. Set inboard and to the left of the cannon was a metal powder locker. Since he could sense no one nearby at the moment, Rahl released his light shield and looked around the gun bays, lit by a single safety lantern set within a metal bracket on the inboard bulkhead. Aft of him was another cannon, also with a locker. There was another cannon forward, but all the lockers were secured with heavy padlocks.
What could he do?
He could hear the massive steam engines beginning to turn over. The Jeranyi captain wasn’t about to wait much longer, and then crewmen would appear to man the guns.
He glanced to the lantern, then walked over to it. He couldn’t duplicate what he’d done at the warehouses, but there just might be another way. He didn’t try to think about it-thinking wasn’t the way for him to handle order. He just slid the retaining clips out, and lifted the lantern, carrying it and setting it down directly beside the powder locker. There, he turned up the wick, adjusting it for the most heat possible.
He studied the heavy lock, then attempted to use order to manipulate the tumblers inside.
Sweat was pouring down his face before he could open the lock and lift the locker lid, propping it open with the attached lever.
He repeated the process with the nearest two other lockers before returning to the first locker and the lantern, where he used his belt knife to help rip and cut a strip of cloth from his undershirt. He sheathed the knife and then pulled the filler plug from the lantern, then threaded the strip of cloth into the reservoir until he held just one end. Next he pulled the cloth from the reservoir and twisted it into a makeshift wick.
He lifted the lantern and held it over the powder bags in the locker, tilting it so that lamp oil fell on the bags, puddling slightly in one spot. He set the lamp on the powder bag next to the oil that was already sinking into the cloth. Then he ran his makeshift wick from the puddle to the reservoir and then up to the top of the lamp mantle, poking it just inside the mantle. Quickly, he wicked up the lamp and turned. While the passageway through the hatch was empty, he decided on caution and raised his light shield, even as he began to move at almost a run.
At the base of the ladder topside, he slammed into a crewman. As the sailor staggered back, Rahl scrambled up the ladder and along the upper passageway, and then out onto the main deck.
“Lines away! All hands to battle stations! All hands to battle stations!”
Behind him, Rahl could sense that his impromptu fuse was burning too fast. The gangway had been lifted, and even if he could jump to the pier, the pier was so wide he wouldn’t be able to reach the far side in time, and he’d be fully exposed to the blast or fire…or both. Yet the ship was so close to the pier that he might well get crushed between the hull and the solid stone wharf wall.
He tried to hurry aft, unseen, trying to follow one sailor, and then another.
“There’s a mage-guard on board…on the main deck aft!”
A whitish powder exploded, and Rahl kept hurrying along the railing, although he could sense that he was covered with something. He dropped the light shield and discovered he was covered with a luminescent powder, like glowing flour.