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n these youths had seen in their whole lives。
Still； it was clear the Eadne Cloud was no plodding merchantman； no carrack bobbing like a washing tub as it carefully hugged the coastline； but a lithe ocean…rider。 A child of river…fronted and sea…wrapped Meremund； Miriamele could tell the ship's quality just by the spritely way the deck rolled beneath her feet and by the sound of the white sails crackling overhead as they drank deeply of the daybreak wind。
An hour earlier； Miriamele had despaired。 Now she found herself taking great breaths； her heart rising once more。 Even a whipping from the captain would be bearable。 She was alive and upon the open sea。 The sun was rising into the morning sky； a beacon of continuing hope。
A glance at the standard snapping on the mainmast confirmed that Cadrach had been correct。 The Prevan osprey flew there； ocher and black。 If only she had found more time to talk to Dinivan； to find out more news of the Nabbanai court and where the Prevan house and others stood。
She turned to whisper a warning to Cadrach about the need for secrecy； but was brought up sharply before a wooden stairway by the sailor at her side； who even in the stiff breeze smelled excessively of salt…pork。
The man on the quarterdeck turned to look down upon them。 Miriamele； startled； sucked in a sharply audible breath of air。 His was not a face she knew； nor did he seem to recognize her。 He was； however； very； very handsome。 Dressed in black breeches； jacket； and boots； each minutely wrought with gilt piping； with a brilliant cloth…of…gold cape swirling around him and the wind blowing his golden…blond hair； this strange nobleman seemed a sun god out of ancient legends。
〃Kneel down； you louts；〃 one of the sailors hissed。 Cadrach dropped immediately。 Miriamele； nonplussed； plied more slowly。 She was unable to take her eyes off the golden man's face。
〃These are they； Lord；〃 the sailor said。 〃The ones the Niskie found。 As you see； one's a girl。〃
〃As I see；〃 the man replied dryly。 〃You two remain kneeling；〃 he directed Miriamele and Cadrach。 〃You men； go。 We need more sail if we are to make Grenamman tonight。〃
〃Yes； Lord。 〃
As the sailors moved off hurriedly； the one they called lord turned to finish his conversation with a burly； bearded man that Miriamele guessed was the captain。 The nobleman glanced at the prisoners once more before making his leonine way off the quarterdeck。 Miriamele thought his eyes might have lingered on her longer than curiosity alone would dictate； and felt an unfamiliar tingle run through her…half fear； half excitement…as she turned to watch him go。 A pair of manservants scurried after him； trying to keep his wind…whipped cloak from snagging on anything。 Then； for a brief instant； the golden…haired man looked back。 Catching her eye； he smiled。
The burly captain stared down at Cadrach and Miriamele with poorly hidden disgust。 〃Earl says he'll decide what to do with you after his morning meal；〃 he growled； then spat expertly with the wind。 〃Women and monks…what could be worse luck； and especially in these times？ I'd throw you over if the master didn't happen to be aboard。〃
〃Who。。。 who is the master of this ship？〃 Miriamele asked quietly。 〃You don't recognize the crest； doxy？ You didn't recognize milord when he was standing in front of you？ Aspitis Preves； Earl of Drina and Eadne is master of this ship…and you'd better hope he takes a liking to you or you'll find yourself sleeping in kilpa beds。〃 He spat more gray citril juice。
Cadrach； already pale； looked ill at the captain's words； but Miriamele barely heard。 She was thinking of Aspitis' golden hair and bold eyes； and wondering how in the midst of such danger she could suddenly feel so unexpectedly fascinated。
20
A Thousand Steps
〃SEE！ Now you have witnessed for yourself。〃 Binabik gestured at Qantaqa with helpless disgust。 The wolf sat on her haunches； ears flattened and hackles raised； her gray pelt starred with snowflakes。 〃Qinkipa's Eyes！〃 the troll swore； 〃if I could be making her do it； have assurance that I would。 She will walk back toward the abbey； but only to stay at my side and no more。〃 He turned to his mount again。 〃Qantaqa！ Simon mosoq' Ummu！〃 He shook his head。 〃She will not。〃
〃What's wrong with her？〃 Sludig kicked at the ground； lifting a cloud of snow into the biting wind。 〃Every hour we do not find him the trail grows fainter。 And if the boy is hurt； every hour leaves him nearer to death。〃
〃Daughter of the Mountains； Rimmersman；〃 Binabik shouted； 〃every hour of every day is leaving all of us nearer to death。〃 He blinked his reddened eyes。 〃Of course we have need for haste。 Do you think I do not care for Simon？ Why have we been at trudging here and there since sunup？ If I could exchange Qantaqa's nose for mine； I would with certainty！ But she was badly frightened by the horror at Skodi's abbey； I am thinking… see！ It is only with reluctance she is even following！〃
Qantaqa had again balked。 As Binabik looked back； she dipped her massive head and whined； barely audible against the rising wind。
Sludig slapped his leather…clad hands on his legs with a wet smack。 〃Damn me； troll； I know！ But we need her nose！ We don't even know where the boy went； or why he won't answer us。 We have been shouting for hours！〃
Binabik shook his head morosely。 〃That is what gives me the most worry。 We did not go far before finding his horse…half of a league at the most。 We have been twice that distantness now； and most of the way returning； but still no sign of Simon is there to see。〃
The Rimmersman squinted into the flurrying snow。 〃e。 If he's fallen off； he'd probably make his way back down his own tracks。。。 while they lasted。 Let's drag the wolf a little farther； head back toward the abbey。 All the way back this time。 Maybe if she actually smells the boy close by； she will do better。〃 He urged his mount and the trailing pack… horses forward。 Binabik grimaced and whistled for Qantaqa。 The wolf came reluctantly。
〃I am not liking this storm that es；〃 the troll called； only a short distance ahead； the Rimmersman had already bee a bulky blur。 〃Not any bit。 This is the outrider for the darkness we saw gathering in the north near Stormspike。 It is ing down with great swiftness。 〃
〃I know it；〃 Sludig shouted over his shoulder。 〃Soon we will have to look to our own safety； whether we find the boy or not。〃
Binabik nodded； then thumped his hand sharply against his jacketed chest； once； twice； then a third time。 Unless the gods of his people were watching； no one saw his anguished gesture。
The abbey； lately the scene of such wild horror； had bee a quiet； snow…draped sepulcher。 The mounds of drifting snow obscured most signs of what had bee of Skodi and her young charges； but could not hide all。 Qantaqa would not approach within an arrow's flight of the silent walls； Binabik and Sludig themselves only crossed into the abbey's dooryard long enough to make certain that Simon was not one of the still； white…shrouded forms； then left hurriedly。 When they had put a thousand paces between themselves and the abbey； they stopped and stood silently