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However, eventually, when the wind slackened, they found themselves in sight of a cold granite island. There Blackwood brought their leaking boat to harbour. He was exhausted by then, and faltering; he almost wrecked the boat when crossing the bar at the harbour mouth. But they survived.

The island, they found, was Ork, the home base for a pirate fleet.

***

The leader of the pirates of Ork was Ohio. He claimed that a brother of his, Menator, commanded pirate ships on the west coast of Argan; they had gone their separate ways because of a quarrel, but now Ohio was thinking of rejoining his brother.

Ork had lately been blockaded for weeks by Collosnon warships. The Collosnon navy was determined to destroy the pirates, and Ohio's men – mostly recruited from Scourside villages – had no belly for a fight. Storms had scattered the blockade, but Ohio could not leave until ships damaged in an earlier attempt to break the blockade had been repaired. While they delayed, the navy returned.

The travellers sweetened Ohio with a gift of that fraction of Gorn's dragon treasure which they had brought with them from Stronghold Handfast. Taking this gift in secret, he did not have to divide it with his men. In exchange for the visitors' gift and their silence about the same, Ohio offered to take them with him when he left Ork; they accepted the offer.

It was on the island of Ork that Hearst acquired a steel hook. It curved out from a short, rounded length of wood, the hollow end of which, padded with leather, fitted over the stump of Hearst's right hand. Iron bars ran from the wooden block all the way to a cunning piece of jointed flexible plate armour at the elbow, which would take the strain if Hearst lifted weights with the hook. He chose to file the end of the hook to a point and sharpen one side to a cutting edge; Miphon warned that this would diminish the overall utility of the hook, but Hearst snarled that he was a warrior, not a washerwoman.

The day came when it was time to leave Ork. Hearst, Miphon and Blackwood travelled in Ohio's lean clean-lined flagship, the Skua, and it was Blackwood who took that ship out to sea across the bar at the harbour mouth.

They had chosen a wild day on which to set sail. One ship was wrecked on the bar, but the others got clear of Ork, and the blockading Collosnon ships found it impossible to close and board in the heaving seas.

Both pirates and naval ships ran before an easterly wind, till the weather settled enough for the navy flagship to close and grapple with Ohio's Skua. A boarding party crossed and combat began. Then the weather took a turn for the worse, some of the grapples were hacked away, some tore loose, and the Collosnon boarding party was isolated on the Skua.

It was a fight to the finish.

CHAPTER FORTY

To the south, a lee shore raised prow-cleaving cliffs. Those wave-breakers slewed as the ship plumbed the sea's hollows. Morgan Hearst braced for balance as the Skua heaved up again, breaking free from the weight of the waters. He challenged the shrill scream of wind through rigging: 'Ahyak Rovac!'

Lightning forked across the sky. Bone-breaking thunder followed. His enemy menaced him. Hearst grunted, striking: 'Huhn!'

Swords swung: metal to metal. One blade shattered. 'Huhn!' said Hearst. Driving his blade home.

His enemy gaped, pain too wide to scream. Hearst drew free his sword as the ship plunged down, then turned to face another challenge. He felt no fear: he was more than ready for death.

'Huhn!' said Hearst, as the ship recovered the sky.

It was a threat: but his enemy closed. Sword, cuirass, helmet. Cold steel with the sea-sting beaded upon it, grey upon grey. Eyes, sea-red, mad with fear and anger. Hearst swung left-handed, a cripple in combat. His enemy parried, almost took him with a quick thrust.

– So it's death then.

– This death as good as any.

– Hastsword, my hero.

– My brother in blood.

Hearst struck one desperate blow, sword wide-slicing for the hope of death with glory. Then he was open, whore-wide open, off balance and falling. Metal thrust for his belly. Falling, he twisted to one side, evading the thrust.

His enemy shouted, raising his sword for a killing blow. Then a rip-rent squall struck, hit so fast that all went down as the ship heeled. The wet-wood deck canted, sliding to the sea's yawn. Hearst clawed his steel hook-hand deep into the wood as he started to slip. The mast gave with a sick greenstick snap.

Slowly the ship lumbered up toward level. Hearst worked his hook-hand free from the deck. Getting to his feet, he stood with his sword Hast in his left hand, looking for his enemy. Gone. Overboard. Sea's spray drenched the deck as a wave struck. A moment later came rain with the sting of ice in it. A buffalo-shouldered brawner came lumbering through the sleet toward Morgan Hearst.

'Huhn!' said Hearst.

Swords clashed.

The brawner knocked his blade to the sky.

So there he was, Hearst disarmed and his enemy chopping for the kill. Then the ship heaved up as a wave went whale-under. The brawner staggered, sliding. Hearst closed, for to close the distance was the only chance he had.

Hearst's hook-hand, right hand, dextrous, sliced through the side of the brawner's neck. The big artery gave with a spurt of blood that shot three paces, and would have gone a dozen but for the wind feathering it to a red mist soon lost in the sleet. Hearst saw his sword Hast caught in a raggage of rope and canvas. He grabbed it. He braced as another wave struck the ship.

The wave surged over the deck, sliding the brawner to the scuppers and gone, overboard: vanishing into grey waves with one flash of colour where sealight glanced from a ceramic tile slung round the dead man's neck. With quick-blink despatch, the body sundered under for once and for all.

Gone.

'Ahyak Rovac!' screamed Hearst.

And turned: steel seeking steel, challenge seeking challenge. But no swordsman faced him. He glanced right, glanced left. The Collosnon were cleared from the deck: the pirates had victory. Ohio's voice rose against the wind, thundering orders. The deck was a shambles of blood, canvas, spars and rigging; the lee shore was closing; it would be a near thing. Morgan Gestrel Hastsword Hearst sheathed his blade and set his hand and his hook to the work.

***

The Skua almost came to grief on the coast, but managed to find haven in a narrow strait between the coast and an island which lay only a little way offshore. A Collosnon vessel that tried to follow it was wrecked: the pirate blades were ready, and the few survivors failed to survive their survival.

For ten days the Skua lay at anchor while storm weather swept the seas; when it ventured out again, there was no sign of the Collosnon fleet or of the other pirate ships.

Riding the winter weather along the northern coast of Argan, the Skua headed westward. They struck once at a fishing village, a place of low houses and narrow graves which sheltered in a bay called Edge by a mountain called Scarp; they gained a haul of heavy-armoured lobster, glissando fish, broad-wing depth-ray and red-veined whiplash-eel. They sailed away leaving the sky behind them smudged with smoke.

Hearst worked words in his head, marking the monotony of their progress:

Cold is the cold sea, Grey is the grey sky, Wet is the wet wave, Diy is the clear eye.

And what would Saba Yavendar have thought of those lines? Hearst remembered the poet so clearly: a squat little man, not much bigger than a dwarf, who used to drink so he was buoyed up by alcohol when he stood up to recite in his battlesword voice:

Down from the mountains the open veins Run blood-red to the sea-coast plains. Sing Talaman-ho! Tala is a he-ro!

There had been a sneer in the word "hero". And Talaman's face had darkened with anger as Saba Yavendar went on to detail Talaman's heroism: the celebrated rape of his sister's son. the slaughter in the city of Hunganeil which had surrendered without resistance, the week of feasting on 'small pig' at the mountain called Quinneroom, and the murder of the oracle of Ellamura.