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towards them. There was a ripping noise as something shot through the
mainsail! The other ship a black terrible monster there in the darkness
compared to her own!
"A Lys Dammed Fucking Dulie!" the captain muttered in fear!
"Ahoy There!" Sanda heard the Dularnian hail! "Heave To!"
"Run for it!" Lady Sanda snapped, drawing her sword. The captain
shrinking back, the two sailors cowering down on deck! A flurry of missiles
slammed into the hull of her yacht with thuds!
"I'm not dying for any woman!" the captain yelled, grabbing the wheel,
crying out in agony as Sanda's sword drove deep into his body! The Prime
Minister of Trelandar taking the wheel her- self, turning, and keeping the
Dularnian enemy straight astern!
Chapter Thirty Six
"Making a run for it," Maris spoke. We had all witnessed the scene there
on the little yacht's deck. There was something strangely "familiar" about the
woman now fleeing us, although in the darkness it was impossible to tell just
who she actually was. That she was an Imperial "Lady" was obvious from her
fine attire visible there in the little yacht's own helm and running lights.
"Got `guts'," Carol spoke, the North Star's forward ballis- tae firing
with a thud, putting another bolt into the now doubt- lessly sinking yacht!
"And a `head' on her shoulders too," my wife added, more I now think to
herself than to Maris or me then. The woman doing the best she could to
prolong the final outcome. Men setting the topsails up there in the darkness,
working by feel, the North Star heeling a bit, smashing through the waves!
"Catapults!" Maris snapped, the North Star's catapults fir- ing this
time, the little yacht's foresail now flapping uselessly as one of the shot
hit a "vulnerable" spot. Even although it had "slowed" the little yacht, the
woman was still yet fleeing us!!! The little vessel was "fast", its main mast
tall, the hull slim, well designed for speed. The woman herself obviously
competent!!
We were chasing the yacht around in a circle, the North Star to the port
of the other vessel, the yacht being "handier" than even the North Star in
such a "contest" as this. We were faster, of course, but so far Maris had not
given orders to fire at any- thing but the hull of the other vessel, or the
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woman who now so courageously fled us would have been a riddled corpse by
now!
It was like some "nightmare" from which she could not awake. Sanda could
see the big Dularnian there just to port a bit astern as it continued to fire
upon her. The fact that the bolts were aimed low left no doubts in her mind
that they "wanted" her! And as a slave girl too, no doubt, Lady Sanda Talen
knew fully well! And the way that her yacht now sailed left no doubt that it
was sinking underneath her from the enemy ship's broadside! A dozen ballistae
bolts having pierced her hull, driving right on through her vessel to protrude
into the sea on the other side! The dead captain at her feet a grinning corpse
she paid hardly any notice! The two sailors of her crew cowering there at the
foot of the mast, both useless cowards who refused to even assist their Lady!
The damaged foresail making the yacht pull to windward, hard to handle. The
big Dularnian three master behind her well handled!
"Prepare to grapple!" Maris snapped, the North Star coming about, a
dozen men there at the rail ready to throw the grappling hooks that would mean
the end of this brave Imperial woman's hopeless attempt to outsail the North
Star in a private yacht! I felt Carol's hand grasp my arm, saw the woman there
on the other vessel slash her yard rope with her sword and stand there facing
us, her long slim blade gleaming there in the light of the lamps! One woman
standing against the entire crew of a second rate ship! One against some
ninety! I thought then of Lorraine, of Darla- nis. I understood then the true
meaning of "courage" as never before. She did not wear the black of the
Warrioress, but none of that caste could have been braver than this Imperial
Lady!!!!!
The impact was sudden, jarring, almost throwing Sanda from her feet. She
had seen the name of the other ship, painted there on its bow. The terror
clutching at her heart as she knew who would be in command! The one woman who
had every reason in the world to hate her for what she had once done there
years ago now! The North Star's grapples holding her sinking yacht helpless as
a beautiful blonde haired woman, one she knew well from the past, now jumped
down on to her deck, her own sword yet in her sheath! Maris Marn, the Queen of
Dularn, who she had once "wronged" long ago when Maris had been but a slave
girl and she the major domo!
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"Wonder where the North Star is now?" one of the officers on the
quarterdeck ventured to another as Janice Hill stared out to sea. Into the
darkness, keeping her own thoughts to herself now.
"If I was them, I wouldn't even want to be on that ship when the Warlady
catches up with them," the other officer now laughed. Janice smiling to
herself at the words. At least she didn't have to worry about "morale".
Apparently everyone thought that as long as they had Lorraine herself aboard
"victory" was assured!!!
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"Draw," Sanda wept, knowing the fate that Maris no doubt had in mind for
her. Whether or not she would be a "match" for the Queen of Dularn mattered
little here as death would be preferred to the sort of a fate that no doubt
Maris would have in mind now!
"Perhaps `another time', Mrs. Talen," Maris Marn spoke then. "But for
now I only ask that you come aboard as my honored guest." Sanda sheathed her
sword, wondering what Maris "wanted"!
"I believe you have met Bob and Carol Simmons," Maris spoke,
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"introducing" us again to the famous Prime Minister of Trelandar.
"I see that a Scribe can be as brave as a Warrioress," my wife smiled,
Lady Sanda nodding, her "nervousness" now obvious. We had taken aboard the two
sailors, cast off from the sinking yacht, the North Star only half a dozen
miles from Trella now as Carol and I followed Maris and Sanda down to her own
stern cabin.
"I don't think I've ever been so `scared'," Sanda admitted.
"I wouldn't mind having you on `our side'," Maris added as La-ra poured
wine and made herself otherwise "useful" to us now.
"I thought you'd be long gone from here now that Lor- raine......,"
Sanda answered, perhaps not "thinking" right here.
"And what has Lorraine done?" Maris asked as we sat there in the
captain's cabin of the North Star. Her eyes burning hot into the darkness of
Sanda's. I saw Sanda swallow nervously in turn!
"I suppose you'll learn eventually," Sanda spoke softly, looking down at
her hands, at the drink she held there in them.
"Lorraine's already set sail in the Athena," I ventured.
"I will `do' for you what I can if you will surrender now," Sanda spoke,
looking up. "Lorraine will `listen' to me, I know. There are many here in
Trelandar who consider your cause `just'." I was well aware that many in
Trelandar had no love for Darlanis and that Sanda was one of them. No doubt
with good cause here...
"You once `abused' a slave girl placed in your power," Maris spoke in
level tones. "You terrified her, made her think that.." Sanda nodding, holding
Maris' eyes with her own. I recalled what Lorraine had written. Sanda had been
"jealous" of Maris. It had, I supposed, been the sort of a thing meant more to
"scare" than anything else. A kind of "practical joke" in a way, I feel. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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