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Behind him, and taller by half a head, came a woman in
mail and black leather armor. A corona of copper-colored
hair shone around her conical cap.
"Which one is the ship's master?" said the woman,
stepping down onto the SKELTER.
"I am Graff."
"Captain, this ship is ours. Yield your cargo manifest."
"Demons take you!" he said, spitting at her feet. The
woman backhanded him with one mailed fist. Graff's head
snapped back, and blood ran from his split lip.
"I am Artavash, lieutenant to our great Sea Lord," said
the woman in a loud, ringing voice. "You people are now
his prisoners."
The plumed commander went to Lady Ilys and Carin.
"What's this? Passengers?" he said. "Lady Artavash, look
here!"
The tall warrior woman looked down at Lady Ilys. She
ran a finger over the nap of the fine velvet dress Sturm's
mother wore. "Wealthy, highborn, or both?" she said. When
Lady Ilys failed to answer, Artavash drew a knife and put
the point to Carin's stomach.
"It would cost me not a moment's rest to gut this lady
like a chicken," she said. "Who are you?"
"Lady Ilys, wife to Lord Brightblade of Solamnia."
"And why is a great knight's lady traveling the open sea
without her noble husband?"
Lady Ilys's lips set firmly until Artavesh pushed the
knife tip through the first layer of Carin's dress
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