Abdou nodded vigorously, winced and repeated the gesture despite the pain. ?Blasphemy,? he agreed.?Is that word.?
And he believes it, Rudi noted with interest. This one is no fool. Even a short acquaintance with the Cutters would have shown him they weren?t really of his faith. And this Holy Man… he must be also a servant of whatever Power the Cutters follow. ?The folk here would kill you,? Rudi said.?For vengeance, the which you have earned by falling on them without cause or warning. And they don?t keep slaves. But I have a use for you and your ship.?
Abdou?s spine stiffened a little further.?Will not aid you against believers, my friends,? he said.?Kill us all first.?
Rudi shook his head.?I wouldn?t ask you to fight your own folk,? he said, and added to himself: Nor would I trust you if you said you would. Loyalty to clan and tribe and one?s own blood isn?t the only call on a man. But it?s the foundation of all else. He believed that with all his heart. There weren?t many people alive a generation after the Change who didn?t. Aloud he went on: ?I need a ship to take me and my followers to an island-?
They talked back and forth for a few minutes; Abdou had never heard the word Nantucket, or seen it except on old maps. His eyes went wide as he realized what his captor meant. ?Isle of the Accursed!? he said.?There magic there! Sorcery, strong magic.? ?And to be sure, there is,? Rudi said implacably.?Yet there I need to go; and my hosts here can spare neither crew nor ship, after the damage you did them. So it is to there I require your service. There, and back again.?
The Moor thought for a moment.?You give back ship of my, I do this thing for you??
Rudi threw back his head and laughed; the man might be a shameless saltwater bandit, but he had courage, to bargain so, alone amongst angry strangers and with a sword hung over his neck. ?You don?t lack for stones, that?s plain, Abdou al-Naari!? he said.?No. What you get for this service is your lives and the clothes you wear, no more. The ship and its cargo and gear goes to the folk of Kalksthorpe, as compensation for their losses.? ?As wergild,? Heidhveig said sternly.?Blood price. Count yourself lucky that our friend Rudi Mikesson needs you. And that he?s a man of honor, and that we honor his wishes because of our debt to him.?
The Moor looked at her. She sat like the spirit of the soil itself; the orange tabby-cat in her lap added its golden stare. The pirate captain blinked and nodded silently with wary respect, making a furtive sign with his good hand. Rudi went on: ?Once we?re back you and your men will be held until an English ship puts in-and the Norrheimers have agreed to not ask them to hang you as pirates and enemies of humankind. They?ll say you were shipwrecked here, which in a way is true enough.?
Abdou winced slightly.?Big money English make our families pay,? he said. ?Ransom.? ?Ransom, yes.? Then he shrugged.?Money come, money go, maybe come again, inshallah. Dead man dead always. We do. Go to Sorcerer?s Island, take you.?
He looked down at his arm.?I can navigate, another day, three, four, arm strong enough to hold sextant. Not enough my men able to work ship goodly. Only ten, not hurt bad too much. Wait, more ready with more days, crew big to sail ship with you.?
This time Rudi?s smile was thin; he didn?t think Abdou al-Naari was stupid… and the Moor probably didn?t think Rudi was stupid enough to entrust himself to a crew composed wholly of his corsairs, though he also probably thought there was no harm trying. And while Rudi couldn?t navigate, he did know enough to keep an eye on the compass and the stars, so al-Naari wouldn?t be sailing them off to Dakar or the Saloum delta. ?I have some men who?ve sailed,? he said.?I have sailed myself, a little. More who can pull on a rope at need. I?ll be bringing all my war band along; thirty-two of us. With your ten, that should do nicely for a short voyage of no great difficulty in a schooner. The others can stay here and heal from their wounds.?
Al-Naari made that almost-smile again. And be hostages, especially your son, went silently between them.
It was good when men understood each other. The dark aquiline face was wholly grave when the book they?d found in his cabin was borne in, unwrapped and placed before him. ?And you will swear on your own holy things,? Rudi said.?Let your own God hear your oath.?
A week later two ravens swirled around the masts in Kalksthorpe?s little harbor, on a day that dawned with bleak brightness in the east and a brittle cold in the wind out of the west. Rudi cocked an eye up at the dark forms. This was a natural place for the birds to congregate; the Norrheimer were a cleanly folk, but a fishing haven always had something for the birds. That tang of fish and fish guts was there, and silt, cold seawater, a faint reek of smoke even this long after the raid. There were plenty of gulls, too, though the great black birds ignored those. They perched for a moment on the foremast, and then took off southward along the coast.
The Bouel-Mogdad rose and fell slightly at her mooring at the end of the long T-shaped pier; she was a bit bigger than any of the Kalksthorpe ships. Kalk Shipwright himself prodded at her railing near the wheel and binnacle with his carved staff. ?I don?t like this squared stern,? he sniffed.?Weakens the stem, to my way of thinking. But the wood?s sound. We don?t have timber like this! The way it?s worked… some is good. Some?s strange.?
Rudi nodded gravely. Kalk was old-nearly bald save for a fringe of white hair, stooped, his scalp and gnarled hands liver-spotted. His face reminded the Mackenzie of a turtle?s, ready to snap out from beneath its shell. But his pale eyes were still keen, and so was the mind behind them.
As far as the Mackenzie could see the Bouel-Mogdad -it was bad luck to rename a ship-was in fine condition; he?d seen ships often enough in Astoria and Newport, sailed up and down the coast and studied the art of their making a little in shipyards he?d visited. The corsair vessel was a two-master and rigged all fore and aft, which made her a schooner, technically; about a hundred and ten feet long and thirty at its widest a third back from the sharply raked bow. The poop deck was about four feet above the level of the main; the fantail at the rear held one turntable-mounted war engine, crouching like a dragon of coils and angles behind its sloped steel shield. Another like it was placed in the bows-those two had been dismounted for the siege, and were now back in place-and three more sat on each broadside on limited-traverse mounts.
He could appraise the murder-machines with a true expert?s eye, if not the ship. They differed from the ones made in Montival-to-be in a hundred details, but the laws of the mechanic arts knew no boundaries. They had about the same performance as a six-pounder scorpion, though they were marked for three kilos instead.
A net full of barrels swung by overhead, with one of the ship?s spars used as a crane, then dropped smoothly into the hold. That was stores for the voyage, though mostly they?d added rock ballast to keep the lightened vessel stable. Folk swarmed about, working at the last touches to make her seaworthy; even the dark grained wood of the deck shone. Ashore a gang were singing as they dragged a long bundled sail down the pier, like a great beige snake with many legs.
The tune was a good one to work to, and it had a fine stormy rhythm: ?North to the coast of Iceland
South past the shores of Maine
Out with the whaling fleet
And north to the pole again
Over the world of waters
Seventeen seas I?ve strayed
Now to the north I?m sailing back
Back to the trawling trade!? ?And there?s more mortise-and-tenon work in the hull framing than I like. Bolts hold better with a sheering strain,? Kalk went on, after a pause that made Rudi think the elderly Norrheimer might have dozed. ?Easier to replace.?
Abdou al-Naari had his right arm out of the sling, though it would be a while before it regained full strength. He touched brow and lips and heart, and bowed to Kalk as one craftsman to another. ?You make good ship here,? he said; his English had improved perceptibly in his brief time as a prisoner.?But we Kaolack men, first in Emir?s country make more than big-big-big canoe after Change. We know skill of hands. I help build this ship, draw plans, see all make. Pick trees for her, too.?