"My parents were taken by the Linyati," Thom Tehidy said. "As were Knoll's. And Gareth's were killed. I wouldn't mind cutting a piece out of them. A big piece."

"I lost an aunt in a raid," another sailor said.

"And two ships I used to sail on," one of Luynes's toughs said, "just vanished. I guess m'mates're wearing Linyati chains now. If they still live."

"We'd have to talk more if you like the idea," Gareth said. "Come up with our own set of articles, assuming the majority like the idea."

"What about somebody who doesn't want in?"

"I guess," Gareth said, "he'll just have to ride along with us, and take his chances until he could go back north with a prize crew, or be set ashore in the first civilized port we come to." He grinned. "Pirating, eh? I never thought of that."

"Better think of it," a man shouted. "For I vote you'd best be our captain."

There was a moment of silence, then a cheer.

Gareth came down from the ladder. The waist was a mass of excited, arguing men.

Knoll N'b'ry worked his way through the throng.

"Never thought of that? Gareth, you're still one shitty liar."

"I am not. A liar, I mean."

"I thought it was very smooth, the way I brought the idea up, since of course you don't know what the hells I'm talking about."

"And I still don't." But there was a peculiar grin on Gareth's face.

"It's just like the old days, when we used to play," Knoll said. "Except this time, the gold'll be real, not bits of carved wood."

He held out his mug.

"Cheers, Captain Radnor."

Eight.

Gareth read the pages of foolscap carefully. The writing might have been scrawly, the grammar shaky, and the style florid, but the intent and meaning was clear: a We, the Crewe of the Ship known as The Steadfast, do Hereby Agree on the Following Artikles of Piracy, Which is Also to be Considered Privateering Against the Enemies of His Most Gracious King Alfieri of Saros, to be Held Proper by All Members of the Crew, on Paine of the Most Severest Punishment, and Also Pertaining to the Divigation of Shares in Our Enterprize a No one would receive any money unless they took prizes. Gareth, as captain, would receive five shares, as would the ship itself, for maintenance. The elected mates, Thom Tehidy and a rough-looking older seaman who'd served under Luynes, Froln, would receive three shares each.

Some had wanted Knoll N'b'ry as a mate too, but he refused, saying quietly he didn't know enough to do the job. Perhaps later.

The ship's quartermaster, Galf, being the crew's representative, got three shares. Bosun Nomios had been put up for the post, but violently opposed the idea: "I've never been more'n what I am, and what I am is what I'll be." Gareth took that for no.

Labala was given two shares, and protested that, saying he still wasn't a proper wizard. But he was shouted down, everyone remembering how his fog had saved them and hoping his magic would keep them alive in the future, as well as sorcerously leading them to rich prey.

The ship's carpenter got two shares. Everyone else got one.

Then the wrangling became serious, covering more than three days: What about sailors on captured ships who wanted to join them? What shares would they get, assuming there'd been prizes taken before they came aboard? Did the crew have to chip in for food and drink, or did that come from the ship's share?

What would be the compensation for a crippled pirate? That was settled as one hundred pieces of gold for the loss of a right arm, fifty for a left arm, which provoked a shouting argument about what that meant to left-handers. The right leg went for fifty pieces of gold, but the left was only good for forty. A finger or an eye, ten gold pieces.

Then came the penalties: death for murder, rape, holding out of any loot. The penalty was to be enforced by shooting or marooning.

Lesser penalties, such as being made to run a gauntlet, fines, or even losing shares were chosen for lesser offenses.

Gareth noted that the men refused to permit the usual penalties to apply: hanging or the lash.

"We'll save that for our enemies," Froln said. "Rememberin' " a" and he wriggled his back without realizing it a" "how often the whip was laid on us."

By the time matters were settled, Gareth had learned that the term "sea lawyer" wasn't an empty phrase.

He wondered what it would be like if everyone, everywhere, were permitted to choose their companions and their pay, instead of always being at the will of a king, circumstance, or the nearest man with a sword or a title.

And thinking of that matter, he went to the men setting up the Articles and suggested that they write in a phrase saying something like: "All circumstances being proper, we agree that our Gods-Protected Monarch, whom we hold most dear, shall also receive six shares of our enterprise."

This attracted some howls, but one sailor, thoughtfully feeling his neck, said: "Could nay hurt, lads. If it doesn't come to that, it doesn't come to that. But if we're in some dungeon, down with the rats, awaitin' the torturer, the fact we thought good of ol' King Alfieri might stand us good, eh?"

Much argument, but the logic of guarding one's back was accepted by a majority, and so the king was granted his share.

Gareth thought Cosyra would find all this quite interesting and probably funny, and had a sudden pang of loneliness that he was hard-pressed to set aside.

a a a "This might also help our cause with King Alfieri when we sail back to Saros," Gareth said.

"Or else doom us as utter fools," Knoll N'b'ry said cynically. "Flaunting our villainy in the king's name and all."

The crew examined Gareth's creation that he'd had sewn up by the ship's sailmaker. It was a Sarosian flag a" horizontal bars of black, green, white. But where the proper banner would have had the crown of Saros in the center, Gareth had a leering skull, with crossed cutlasses below it.

"If the Linyati are superstitious," Thom Tehidy said, "it'll give *em a bit of hesitation."

"I'm not superstitious," Labala put in, "and it scares the bollocks off me."

The flag was adopted unanimously as the Steadfast's new colors.

a a a Gareth was happy to let the crew devise its own ways and amusement. He was having enough trouble figuring out the maps.

The contents of Kelch's pouch was, for quite a few hours, a mystery. He'd died saying he had the maps and "directions," whatever they were, in his pouch. But all the pouch contained was a bit of paper and some small paper tubes.

He put them on Luynes's desk to consider, and looked at the late captain's charts. He had roll after roll of maps for regions south of Saros. Gareth noted they were well annotated, showing Luynes's journeys in these largely unknown lands.

He found a projection of the Great Sea, hung it on a bulkhead, and oriented other, more detailed maps around it. Here, up to the right, was Saros, across the Narrow Sea, Juterbog. Then other known countries, which he didn't concern himself with.

Moving south and west were large islands. Gareth knew of them, hadn't traded with any. Scattered in a spray south of them were dozens and dozens of smaller islands.

One, he noted, had an inked-in name: Freebooter's Island. Interesting.

On south and west was a great dumbbell-shaped continent. The lower bell was Linyati, but it was interesting that the only other chart of Linyati Gareth had seen had nothing but UNKNOWN TERRITORIES across it, and, to its north, the vaguest of dotted lines demarking strange land.

On Luynes's chart, Linyati had named cities, and the upper bell was precisely marked and named as Kashi. But there was very little detail on this part.

Below and to the east of Linyati, in open seas, was a circle, marked SPICE ISLANDS, with several question marks. Gareth made a face. Evidently the location of those islands was to have been part of Luynes's bargain with the Linyati for being their slave transport.

He summoned Nomios and showed him the charts.

"Aye, sir," the bosun said. "Luynes kept them current, as we sailed."

Gareth touched one entry, in the middle of the isthmus connecting Linyati and Kashi.

"That, sir" a" Nomios licked his lips hungrily a" "that's th' treasure city of Noorat, Cap'n Luynes told. He said th' Linyati raid Kashi for slaves, an' more besides. He said he'd heard there are savage kingdoms there, where gold's nothin' but a dec'ration, and th' people scorn silver as worthless.

"Once a year the Linyati collect all the booty they've stolen to th' settlements along th' coast of Kashi, and a fleet secures these riches, takes them on south, to Noorat, where the tale has it other treasure is brought, from across that isthmus and from the Unknown Seas beyond, all to be taken on to Linyati.

"He thought that'd be a fine taking, if you could convince enough men of spirit to trust each other long enough to sack the city."

"That makes me wonder about something," Gareth said. "If the Linyati have ships of their own sailing up and down the coast, why'd they want to charter the Steadfast?"

"Luynes never give me a reason, but I've heard th' wild men of Kashi've got strange ways and sorcery, and are hard fighters. The Linyati lose men a" and ships a" in th' trade, I was told, especially when they venture into some of th' great rivers, like this one here."

He went to the chart, touched a line leading into the interior of Kashi labeled the Mozaffar River. At its mouth was a dot labeled Cimmar.

"I guess there's enough profit in't so they'd rather hire us to take the risks an' carry their prisoners," Nomios went on. "Certain nobody's ever said Linyati lack courage, even if they like usin' it in groups of a dozen or so."

Gareth looked at another area of the map.

"What's this Freebooter's Island up here to the north?"

"I asked about it once. Luynes said a place of dreams, wouldn't tell me more. He was deep and held his secrets, the cap'n did."

Gareth looked into the bosun's eyes, decided he wasn't lying.

He asked about the tiny rolls of paper from Kelch's pouch, and Nomios shook his head.

"Dunno, sir. Truly I don't."

Gareth dismissed Nomios and told him to ask Labala to come up to the cabin. Maybe he could magic some meaning out of the rolls.

Waiting, he brooded. He'd thought, the Linyati being his sworn enemies, that he knew something about them. Now he realized he knew nothing a" not their tongue, not their habits, not their culture, not their ways of fighting with ships or swords, nothing.

He glumly thought of the other ignorances he'd been confronted with lately, and wondered why he'd had the arrogance to allow anyone to pick him for captain.

He also wondered why at one moment he was very sure of himself, certain of what to do, and the next seeing nothing but a myriad of choices, all appearing bad and dangerous.

Perhaps, Gareth thought, he needed someone to talk to. Such as? He'd heard of the "loneliness of command" and had thought it no better than self-pity. Now he knew its reality.

About the only person he thought he could talk to about things like this would be Cosyra, and she was thousands of leagues distant. Then Labala banged through the cabin door.

"Afternoon, Gareth. What's your need?"

Gareth brought himself back from his dark mood. "Since you're our resident mage, I wondered if maybe you could use your Gift to figure out what these little tubes are that Kelch had. He said he had maps, but these surely aren't them."

"Why not? Remember, the part can be the whole, I've been told, and the Linyati have clever wizards."

"But a what kind of spell would you have to say over them to make them full-sized? If there's one, it must have died with Luynes."

"Maybe so, maybe no." Labala picked up a tube, looked at it "Once I saw a wee toy in a shop. A *brella, against the rain. Sprinkle water, and whoomp, it was full-size. Maybe you touch this with water a"

Gareth tried. Nothing.

"Sea water?"

Nothing.

"A dark thought comes," Labala said. "If Luynes was going to have us work a bloody trade a"

Gareth took a pin from the chart table, pricked his thumb, smeared a bit of blood on a tube, and thought for an instant he was wrestling a snake, as the tube grew, twisted, and became a large map. He unrolled it, saw unfamiliar writing and scales, but recognized it as a large-scale projection of the isthmus connecting Linyati and Kashi.

"Thankee, sir," Labala said. "M' bill will be sent later. If there's aught else, you have only to whine," and thudded out the hatch and down the ladder, laughing boisterously.

a a a The Steadfast couldn't stay in this safe isolated harbor forever. Sooner or later a Linyati with a lookout having sharp eyes, or a curious wizard, would sail by and decide to investigate.

Gareth studied Kelch's charts for long hours, and eventually decided to lie in wait off the city of Batan, which was the first marked settlement north of Noorat, on the continent of Kashi. It wasn't far distant, and there should be passing ships for the taking.

In addition, there were dotted islands around it, which would give the shallow-drafted Steadfast lurking places.

He hoped.

He told the crew what he'd decided, and they all voted to back his decision. That was pleasing, but he knew that if no prizes were taken or if they took heavy casualties, Gareth Radnor would be just another foremast hand.

a a a They reached the mainland of Kashi, far enough north of Noorat to keep from being spotted, turned north, passing through islands, when the lookout atop the mainmast shouted he saw a boat.

Those offwatch crowded the foredeck out of curiosity and saw a long canoe, with twin outriggers and a lateen sail made of matting, scudding across the passage between two islands. There was one person aboard.

Tehidy had the watch, and ordered the Steadfast to close on the canoe.

"Maybe he's got fruit aboard, and we'll trade him for bread."

"Or really piss him off," somebody said, "and give him ship's biscuit."

"That might not make him angry," a sailor said. "P'raps he's been long without meat, and the worms in the biscuit'll gladden his heart."

The canoe's oarsman was a brown-skinned boy, with very long, very black, very straight hair tied back, wearing only a colorful linen wrap around his thighs. He saw the approaching ship, pulled at his sail's lines, crying out in a high voice.

"He's praying, sounds like."