Some got.
The river went mad.
Half the pirate boats were hides stretched on wooden frames. Those did not last at all. Wooden boats fared better, but only the heaviest withstood repeated strikes. And even they were at the mercy of the panic of the men aboard.
The smartest and quickest pirates charged the barge. If they could get aboard and take control... But that was the chance I wanted them to see.
They had come prepared with ladders that had planks fixed to their backs. Thrown up on our mantlets and nailed into place the ladder backing would protect pirate arms and legs from the stabbing Nar.
Except that I had had the Nar driving spikes and sharpened wooden slats through the cracks between the mantlet timbers. Those made it hard to put the ladders up. Cletus and his brothers smashed several boats before the pirates discovered what wonderful hand and foot holds the spikes made.
The Nar had instructions to leave them alone as long as they did nothing but hang there. Their presence would discourage sniping by their brothers and fathers and cousins.
It took a while, but silence came to the night and stillness to the river. The wreckage drifted off to pile up against the boom. My men sat down to rest. One-Eye pulled his pink lights out of the sky. He, Goblin, Frogface, my squad leaders, Mogaba, and, lo!, the barge's master, joined me for a powwow. The latter suggested we up anchor and roll.
"How long have we been here?" I asked.
"Two hours," Goblin said.
"We'll let it rest a while." The convoy was supposed to have fallen back till it was an estimated eight hours behind, the theory being that if they overtook us because we were in action, they would arrive with the pirates in a state of exhaustion and would be able to overcome them if we had been wiped out. "One-Eye. What's the situation with the sorcerer over there?"
He did not sound well when he replied, "We could be in big trouble, Croaker. He's even more potent than we guessed at first."
"You tried getting him?"
"Twice. I don't think he even noticed."
"If he's that bad why's he laying off instead of stomping us?"
"We don't know."
"Should we take the initiative? Should we bait him and try to draw him out?"
Murgen asked, "Why don't we just break the boom and go? We got enough of them to keep the swamp in mourning for a year."
"They won't let us, that's why. They can't. One-Eye. Can you find that wizard?"
"Yeah. Why should I? I agree with the kid. Break the boom. They might surprise us."
"They'd surprise us, all right. What the hell do you think the boom is there for, dummy? Why do you think I stopped us up here? Can you put one of your little pink balls in his hair?"
"If I have to. For maybe half a minute."
"You have to. When I tell you." I had been trying to find unusual parameters to the situation and thought I had one. I was set for an interesting, if potentially fatal, experiment. "Hagop. You and Otto get all the ballistae around to the east side. Take forty percent of the tension off them so they can throw firebombs without breaking them in the trough." With Frogface's help I told Mogaba I wanted his archers on the deckhouse roof. "When One-Eye spots our target I want half high-angle, plunging fire, half flat trajectory. And I want firebombs flying like we're trying to burn the swamp down."
A pirate let out a cry of despair as he lost his grip and fell from the shielding. A riot in the water told us the needleteeth knew a good thing and had hung around.
"Let's get at it."
Goblin hung on till the others had gone. "I think I know what you're trying to do, Croaker. I hope you don't regret it."
"You hope? I blow it and we're all dead."
I gave the command. One-Eye's rangefinder squirted across the water. The moment it blossomed everyone cut loose.
For a minute I thought we had the sucker.
Suddenly, Lady materialized on the deckhouse roof. I removed my crocodile head. "Heck of a show there, eh?" Cypress and moss will burn, liberally primed.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You finally deign to report for duty, soldier?"
Her left cheek twitched. My tactic had not been deployed against the pirate sorcerer at all.
An arrow burred between us, not six inches from either of our noses. Lady jumped.
Then the pirates clinging to the shielding finally tried coming on up and over to the deckhouse roof. The half dozen not swept away by the archers just threw themselves into a hedgehog of spears set to receive them.
"I think I've fixed it so there's only one way they can take us." I gave her a moment to think. "They have a sorcerer who's a heavy hitter. So far he's laid low. I've just told him I know he's there and I'm going to get him if I can."
"You don't know what you're doing, Croaker."
"Wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing."
She spat an epithet of disbelief, stamped away.
"Frogface!" I called.
He materialized. "Better put that croc hat back on, chief. The spell won't keep the arrows off if you don't." One whimpered past as he spoke.
I grabbed the head. "You do the job on her stuff?"
"All taken care of, chief. I rolled it over into a place that isn't this place. You'll hear them howling in a minute."
The fires among the cypress winked out like snuffed candles. Several of One-Eye's pink fireflies sailed across and simply vanished. The night began to fill with an oppressive and dreadful sense of presence.
The only light left flickered around me and around the mouth of the croc head mounted on the bow.
Lady came at a run. "Croaker! What did you do?"
"I told you I knew what I was doing."
"But—"
"All gone all your little toys from the Tower? Call it intuition, love. Reaching a conclusion from inadequate and scattered information. Though I think it helped being familiar with the people I'm playing with."
The darkness grew deeper. The stars vanished. But the night had a gleam on, like a polished piece of coal. You could see glimmers though there was no light at all—not even from the figurehead.
"You're going to get us killed."
"That possibility has existed since I was elected Captain. It existed when we left the Barrowland. It existed when we walked away from the Tower. It existed when we sailed from Opal. It existed when you swore your oath to the Black Company. It became highly probable when I accepted this hasty and misrepresented commission from the merchants of Gea-Xle. Nothing new there, friend."
Something like a large, flat black stone came skipping across the water, throwing up sprays of silver. Goblin and One-Eye scuttled it.
"What do you want, Croaker?" Her voice was taut, maybe even edged with fear.
"I want to know who runs the Black Company. I want to know who makes the decisions about who travels with us and who doesn't. I want to know who gives members of the Company permission to wander off for days at a time, and who gives out the right to hide out for a week, shirking all duties. Most of all, I want to know who decides which adventures and intrigues will involve the Company."
The skipping stones kept coming, leaving their sprays and ripples of silver. Each came nearer the barge.
"Who's going to run things, Lady? You or me? Whose game are we going to play? Yours or mine? If not mine, all your treasures stay where you can't get at them. And we go to the needleteeth. Now."
"You're not bluffing, are you?"
"You don't bluff when you're sitting across the table from somebody like you. You bet everything you've got and wait to see if you're called."
She knew me. She had had her looks inside me. She knew I could do it if I had to. She said, "You've changed. Gone hard."
"To be the Captain you have to be the Captain, not the Annalist or the Company physician. Though the romantic is still alive back in there somewhere. You might have pulled it off if you'd gone through with it that night on that hill."