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. Mistress Carin and Lady Ilys stood together by
the starboard bulwark, amid the wine casks and clay pots of
oil.
"Mother, I am here to defend you!" he said, brandishing
the dagger.
"Come here," she said. She gathered Sturm in her arms
and hugged him tightly. "My brave boy," she said. "Carin
and I heard all."
Shouts from the deck: "The ram! The ram!" SKELTER
leaped sideways in the sea, rolling far to starboard. Lady
Ilys and Carin fell back on the pots and casks. Sturm's head
banged onto the deck, and the dagger flew from his hand.
Above came the sounds of fighting - heavy thuds, the
ring of metal on metal, the screams of the wounded and
dying. Men fell overboard with loud splashes.
A shaft of sunlight slashed into the enclosure. Kernaffi
marines had cut down the hides. Sturm groped dazedly for
the lost dagger. The boarders charged in. Mistress Carin
bravely faced them, but the nearest man grabbed her by the
hair and dragged her out on deck. Lady Ilys called for her
son. By then Sturm was crawling about, searching for
Soren's weapon. The Kernaffi approached Lady Ilys, but
she walked out on her own and stood regally in a circle of
poised javelins.
Sturm saw his mother confront the rough, kilt-wearing
Kernaffi
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