David Drake - Out of the waters

Lann grunted in disgust and resumed his swaying course up the stone pavement. Hedia looked down at the blocks with a sudden question-and a recognition.

Where are the Minoi going in their flying ships? And- The ball on top of the Atlantean temple is the same as the one we saw on the sundial in the Field of Mars.

"I'm very glad to see you, Master Corylus," Pandareus said as Corylus finished undoing his bonds. He pursed his lips and added, "How did you know the Westerners were carrying me to their ship, if I may ask?"

Corylus had untied the knots instead of cutting them because he was trembling in reaction to the fight. It had involved every fiber of his being-but only for a few heartbeats. It was over now, but his blood was still flooded with the emotions which had carried him through.

"I didn't know," he said. His mouth was dry as sun-baked sand and he felt a wash of dizziness as he finished freeing his teacher's wrists. He stepped back. "I don't think it was luck, though. My companion-"

He nodded to the Ancient, who was grooming his fur with his tongue.

"-is a great magician, and I've found him a better friend than I had any reason to expect would be the case."

"I see," said Pandareus in a neutral voice. He turned his head; Corylus followed his eyes toward the sprite.

"Ah!" Corylus said. He'd gotten so used to Coryla that he'd completely forgotten about certain matters that should have been obvious. "Cousin, while we're here in, ah, the waking world, would you put some clothes on, please. Ah, I think this fellow's tunic-"

He toed the corpse with the stuffed bird in its hair. The two he'd killed were covered with blood… as was his own right forearm, now that he noticed it.

"-will do."

"He can see us too?" Coryla said, giving Pandareus a thoughtful look as she walked over to the dead man. "Is it because we've been in the dreamworld, do you think? Or are you that great a magician?"

"I'm not a magician," Corylus said. He said to his teacher, "She's a cousin of mine, master. A very distant cousin."

There were quite a number of people watching them now-a score or more openly, and doubtless many times that number peering from cover or through slatted shutters from the buildings facing the harbor. The mule cart had drawn attention, which the sudden bloody violence would have multiplied.

Nobody had tried to interfere: a gang which killed three men in broad daylight wasn't anything for civilians to trifle with. A section of the Watch was bound to be arriving shortly, though.

"Master, where were they taking you?" Corylus said. "That is, if you know."

He had already decided that they had to use the ship to escape Ostia, though there weren't any good places to fly to. They would have to land in daylight unless he wanted to wait six hours for nightfall. Even then someone would probably notice them in the air unless they landed in a barren location or came down at sea and rowed in, as presumably the glass men had done when the Sages arrived.

Corylus couldn't handle both sweeps by himself. Pandareus wasn't strong enough to help, and asking the Ancient to do that sort of physical labor would be… a matter for cautious negotiation.

"I think they were taking me home," Pandareus said. "To their home in the Western Isles, that is. They were joining my mind to theirs to force me to use my powers of magic-"

His smile was wry.

"-to control the monster Uktena, so my consciousness listened to their discussions. They had decided to leave because the fleet of their enemies, the Minoi, was going to attack Carce at any moment."

The Watch had arrived at the end of the quay. Though-if he was reading the standards correctly, they were accompanied by a number of Marines as well. Part of the detachment at Misenum must be stationed in Ostia.

"The Atlanteans here?" Corylus said. "I thought Atlantis was destroyed thousands of years ago. That is, if it were even real to begin with."

"So did I," Pandareus said with a rueful smile. "If I understood the Westerners' discussion correctly, Atlantis was destroyed but its rulers are coming here to escape. The Sages couldn't stand against them, so they were taking me home to continue trying to find a way to control Uktena."

He looked down the quay toward the armed men advancing, then looked back at Corylus. He said. "I suspect that the Minoi will only put off their danger by fleeing to Carce. If their weapons are as terrible as the Westerners seem to believe, however, Carce's present population won't survive to be threatened by the monster."

Pandareus coughed into his hand and added, "Uktena appears to be the Westerners' name for Typhon."

Corylus sighed. Taking longer to think wouldn't give him a better result. There were no good results.

"Come, Master," he said, offering Pandareus a hand more to get him moving than because he needed help getting up. "We'd best get aboard the ship."

The Watch and Marines were advancing at a deliberate pace, but they would arrive soon even if they didn't decide to make a final rush. Corylus had a frontier soldier's contempt for the Watch-and even more for the Marines, who filled their ranks with freed slaves. Even so there were forty of them, and some of the Marines were carrying long pikes.

Pandareus moved with commendable speed, hesitating only when he reached the edge of the quay. Before Corylus could speak, the Ancient took the teacher in his long arms and hopped with him across the three feet of open water to the ship's deck before setting him down.

Pandareus remained tense for an instant, then broke into a broad smile. "Publius Corylus," he said. "You have in one fashion and another added more to my education than I can possibly have done to yours. Where are we going now?"

"To Carce," Corylus said, tossing the anchor aboard and trotting to the stern to loose the hawser there. "A moment ago I wondered what people would say if we flew over the city, but it sounds as though there'll be a good deal more to worry about than our presence."

The oncoming troops raised a shout, but it didn't look like any of them wanted to double-time into the kind of trouble which had brought them out in such numbers. They would be here in a moment regardless.

Corylus tossed the hawser aboard and leaped to the deck himself. He could have cut the rope easily, but he didn't want to give the Watch a chance to gloat.

The ship wobbled, then started to rise without Corylus needing to give an order. Well, it would have been a request. The Ancient was at his post in the stern, laughing in his fashion.

Corylus saluted him, then strode to the bow where the sprite waited. The sails beat strongly above them. The company on the quay had scattered, all but three Marines who butted their pikes on the stone and tried to follow the rising ship with the points of their weapons.

"Cousin," Corylus said, patting the tangle of dull black tubes which must be the flame-spitting weapon which he had seen in visions. "Can you teach me how to use this? Because if you can't, I'm going to have to fight shiploads of Atlanteans with just a sword."

He patted the hilt and grinned. "And I don't fancy my chances," he said.

Varus stood in the back garden of his father's house. He was alone.

A few days ago he had believed that none of the servants would have been willing to join him here even if he ordered them to do so under threat of torture. Today, Lenatus and three of the just-freed slaves in the new squad of servants had offered to stay with him. Lenatus said that the whole squad would attend if Lord Varus ordered them to.

Varus had found his voice growing thick as he assured the men that it would be better for him to be alone. He knew they were all afraid of magic, and he was sure that they had a good idea of how dangerous this was going to be… though probably not a real understanding of the ways it was going to be dangerous. It didn't make any sense that they should volunteer.