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The First Voyage
CHAPTER ONE
The Courtesan
KING OF FIRE。
King of Water。
Queen of the Muse。
I； Amalric Emilie Antero； put quill to linen on this； the second candleday of the Harvest Month； in the tenth year of the Time of the Lizard。 I swear on the heads of my descendants all I write is true。 I beseech thee； My Lords and My Lady； to look with favor upon this journal。 Fire； light the way through dim memory。 Water； nourish the fruit of my thoughts。 Muse； look with kindness on my poor skills and grant me words worthy of the tale I tell。 The tale of my travels to the Far Kingdoms。
And what I found。
AS I REREAD those lines I could hear Janos' laugh。 It was a deep drum of a laugh that could warm a cold night or turn a fool's words to stone。 I heard it loud； as if he sat next to me； instead of from a distance of over forty years。 The laughter mocked me。 Not for writing this history。 He approved of histories and all books of knowledge。 He thought them more sacred than any holy cedar grove； more telling than the mirror of any Seer。 Yes； he would have approved； even if this account sometimes paints him in an ugly light。 Which it shall。 It shall。 For have I not sworn to tell the truth？ Janos was Truth's most ardent worshipper。 Even when he lied 。。。 Especially when he lied。
The mockery； I am sure； was for the traditional opening spell I penned； calling on fire； water； and the Muse to assist me in my endeavors。
〃It's a silly custom；〃 he would have said。 〃What's more； it is also a waste of your energies and your substance。 It's like curing a nest of warts； and then not having anything left over for important things like a demon in your skull。 A knotted thread's as good as thrice…blessed toad skin for a wart； and much less expensive； besides。〃
Then he would have slapped me on the back and filled our wineglasses to the brim。 〃Just start the book； Amalric。 It'll e to you as you go。〃
Very well； then 。。。 It began with a woman。
Her name was Melina； and she was the most exquisite courtesan in all Orissa。 Even after all these years； my loins stir when I remember her。 She had large； dark eyes a man could lose his soul in and long； perfumed waves of black hair to cover him with if he were accepted into her embrace。 She had the form of a goddess； with golden skin； hennaed lips； red…tipped breasts； and silken thighs that promised the most wele harbor any voyager of the flesh could imagine。 In short； I was a man of exactly twenty summers； and I lusted for her with all the blind； unreasoning youth must that hot…blooded age carries。 If she had satisfied that lust； I would not be telling this story。 Instead she held me transfixed in her professional thrall with nothing more than promises。
I was on a rare bit of business for my father the day I entangled myself in her net。 A ship bearing goods from the west had just disgorged its cargo into one of my father's warehouses and it was my duty to oversee the accounting。 This did not mean I was to interfere with my father's excellent slave clerks。 I was there as a 〃presence of authority；〃 as my father put it。 This meant keeping the bribes allocated to the port officer； city tax collector； and Evocators' tithingman to a sensible level。 I had a purse of gold and silver coins to slip into greedy fingers； and had been warned that if I paid out all of it profits from this voyage would be slim。 The voyage had been long and with much incident； including a storm that had caught and battered our ship just off the mouth of the river that nourishes our city。 It was tricky business； and I was amazed at the time that he'd entrusted it to me。 But my father was trying to encourage me during a time of youthful confusion。 He saw merit in me that I did not see in myself。
The port officer was green but overly cautious to make up for this failing。 As we went from crate to bundle to barrel to jar and toted up the value； I saw a look of craft mar his youthful eyes as he envisioned a bribe equal to a year's wages。 As his appetite sharpened； my mind raced for a solution。 My gaze fell on a broken bundle of fabric。 I groaned； ripped it open； and let the rich cloth spill onto the dusty warehouse floor。 I shouted for the ship's captain； ignoring the startled look on the port officer's face。 He must have thought I'd gone mad。 But the look turned to amazement when the captain arrived and I showed him the offending cloth and cursed its poor quality。
〃You are either a fool who has been taken by a great cheat；〃 I berated him； 〃or you are that great cheat in the flesh。〃 I swore the cloth was of substandard quality； and even a dimwit could see it would rot within a week in Orissa's moist river climate。 And if this was so； what of the other goods？ 〃Damme； captain； look at me when I speak！〃
The captain was an old hand and caught on quickly。 He moaned regret and swore ignorance。 I sent him away to contemplate my father's wrath and turned back to the port officer。 His smile was weak when I apologized； and the smile grew weaker still as I expanded on that apology…slipping him a single coin for his bribe…to include the obviously diminished value of the cargo。 He did not protest； but gripped the coin tightly and fled before I came to my senses and said that it was too much。
The city tax collector took no thought at all…he owed my father many favors…so he was happy with a rare trinket from the west to pleasure his much younger wife。
Believing myself a new master of merce； I awaited the tithingman from the Evocators' Council。 This was one test that I'd feared。 In those days there was great animosity between my family and the Evocators。 I was swaggering with thoughts of minor revenge when the wizard's arrival was announced。 But the sorcerer who showed himself quickly pricked that thinly stretched silk。 Prevotant was known as one of the fattest； greediest Evocators in Orissa。 He was notorious for both his poor skills as a wizard and his frightening talent for skinning a merchant of his purse。 The moment he saw me； he chuckled in glee that one so young and stupid was all that stood between him and fortune。 His chuckle was echoed by a shrill cluttering from the Favorite clinging to his shoulder。
In that time there were still a few； usually older； Evocators who kept a Favorite to assist them in casting spells。 Part animal； part demon； they could change their size at will from twice that of a man to even smaller than the scaly thing curled around Prevotant's neck。 The creature's cluttering grew wilder as it stirred itself into a boiling broth of excitement。 Most Favorites were high…strung and sometimes difficult to control； but I could see that this creature was as hysterical as a much…beaten dog。 Instead of soothing it with a soft word and stroking its leathery hide； Prevotant cursed and gave it a stinging blow。 The Favorite squealed in pain and anger but subsided。 Still； I could see it was brooding； for its skin had turned from black to pulsing red。 It worried at a bloody sore with small； sharp teeth。
〃Perhaps he's hungry；〃 I offered； thinking to ingratiate myself。〃I could send for a morsel to tempt him。〃
The Favorite chirped； but Prevotant shook his head； flapping his jowls fro