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. The maid
inhaled sharply.
"We are traveling - for our health," Lady Ilys said.
Artavash laughed and translated the remark for the
Kernaffi. They joined her in mocking laughter.
"MUJAT! Enough!" She turned to the galley's
commander and said, "Well, Sir Radiz, how shall we treat
this poor company?"
"They have nothing we want, lady. Why not let them
sail on?" the beplumed Kernaffi said.
Just then, Sturm managed to slip his arms out of his
cloak. He dropped on his heels and left the marine holding
an empty bundle of cloth. Sturm ran to the women. He
pushed the knife away from Carin and interposed himself
between Artavash and his mother.
Artavash turned her strangely burning eyes on him.
"Well!" said the red-haired warrior. "Here's a young hero.
Another Brightblade, I'll wager."
"Sturm, Angriff's son," the boy said.
Artavash smiled. "How old are you, boy?"
Sturm was put off balance by this ordinary question.
That, and the smile of one who was in fact quite beautiful.
"E-eleven years," he said.
She unlaced the mitt from her right hand and ran
tapered fingers through his long brown hair. "Ah, yes. Our
master will be pleased to meet you."
"Lady, I do not think - " began Radiz
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