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. Open pilot boats guided them past the bar into the
Inland Sea. Sturm watched them turn back as SKELTER'S
single sail was raised.
Captain Graff rigged a screen of hides below the
sterncastle for Lady Ilys and Carin. Barrels and crates of
trade goods were pushed aside to create a space for the
women under the castle platform. A smoky oil lamp was lit,
and Mistress Carin set to making pallets for her lady and
Sturm.
The ship rolled with a steady motion to which Sturm
quickly adapted. He wanted to go on deck and watch the
sailors at their work, but Lady Ilys forbade him. The strain
of recent days was bearing on her hard, and she wanted
most of all to rest.
"Stay by me, Sturm," she said. "I need a strong man at
my side while I rest. I won't feel safe otherwise."
She took off her fur cape and lay down, pulling the soft
wrap around her as a blanket. Sturm lay down, his back to
hers, vigilant as a knight and wary as a Brightblade - for all
of ten minutes. Then he, too, lapsed into heavy slumber.
He sensed a change. The ship's motion had lessened.
The air in the hide enclosure was close and hot. Sturm
rolled to his feet, tightened the drawstring of his pants, and
went out on deck
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