The Complete Liveship Traders Trilogy: Ship of Magic, The Mad Ship, Ship of Destiny

As she went down the hall to the pump room, she wondered what had become of her world. Never before had there been such doings in her home. People shouting at one another in her home was strange enough, but Kyle had knocked his own son cold on the floor. She still couldn’t believe it had happened. These things were too foreign to her, so shocking she had no idea how to deal with them or even what to feel. She doused a towel under the cold stream of water she pumped up, and wrung the cloth out well. A very nervous serving woman was lurking there in the water room.

‘Do you need my help?’ the woman all but whispered.

‘No. No, everything is under control. Captain Haven just had a bit of a temper-tantrum,’ Althea heard herself lie calmly. Under control, she thought to herself. It felt far from that to her. Instead she felt like she was a juggler’s club, flying through the air, not knowing what hand would next seize her and fling her into a rhythm. No hand, perhaps. Perhaps she would just go flying off, out of control, never again to be a part of her family’s pattern. She smiled bitterly at the ridiculous image, and put the wet cloth into an earthenware bowl before she bore it down the hall to the dining room. When she got there, Wintrow and her mother were seated at a corner of the low table. Wintrow looked pale and shaken, her mother very determined. She held both the boy’s hands in her own as she spoke to him earnestly.

Kyle, arms crossed on his chest, stood by the window. His back was to the room, but Althea could sense his indignation. Keffria stood next to him, looking up at him imploringly, but he appeared unaware of her existence.

‘… all in Sa’s hands.’ Her mother spoke earnestly to her nephew. ‘I believe that He has sent you back to us, and created this bond between you and the ship for a reason. It’s meant to be, Wintrow. Can you accept it, as you once accepted the way we sent you off with the priest?’

A bond between Wintrow and her ship. It could not be. Her heart turned to ice in her chest, but strangely her body kept moving and her eyes kept seeing. Wintrow’s whole attention was on his grandmother’s face. He simply looked at her. His Haven blood showed plain in him, in the set of his chin and the anger in his eyes. Then, as Althea set the bowl and cloth down next to him, she saw the boy take control of himself. In half a dozen breaths, his features relaxed, and for a fleeting instant she glimpsed not only a strong resemblance to her father but to her own image in the looking-glass. It shocked her into silence. When the lad spoke, his voice was mild and reasoned. ‘So I’ve heard people speak a thousand times. It’s Sa’s will, they say. Bad weather, late storms, stillborn children. Sa’s will.’ He reached for the damp cloth in the bowl, folded it carefully and pressed it against his jaw. The side of his face was already starting to purple, and he still looked shaky and unfocused. The edges of his words were soft; Althea guessed it was painful for him to speak. But he did not seem angry, or cowed, or frightened, only intent on reaching his grandmother with his words, as if by winning her to his side he could save his own life. Perhaps he could.

‘Weather and storms I am willing to say are his will. Stillborn children, perhaps. Though not when the husband had beaten his wife but the day before… ’ his voice trailed off into some unpleasant memory. Then his eyes came back to his grandmother’s face. ‘I think Sa gave us our lives, and his will is for us to live them well. He gives us obstacles, yes… I have heard folk rail against his cruelty and loudly ask “why, why?” But the next day the same folk will take their saws and go out and cut limbs from their fruit trees, and dig up young trees and move them far from where they sprouted. “They will grow better and yield more,” the orchard workers say. They do not stand by the tree and explain that it is for their own good.’

He lifted the cloth from his face and refolded it to find a cooler spot. ‘My mind wanders,’ he said unhappily. ‘Just when I want to speak most clearly to you. Grandmother. I do not think it is Sa’s will for me to leave his priesthood and live aboard a ship so that our family may prosper financially. I am not even sure it is your will. I think it is my father’s will. To get his way, he proposes breaking a promise, and breaking my heart. Nor am I unaware that this unwelcome “gift” he thrusts upon me was snatched but yesterday from my Aunt Althea’s hands.’

For the first time he turned his eyes to Althea. Despite the pain and bruised skin, for an instant her father seemed to look out of those eyes. The same infinite patience cushioning an iron will. This was not some frail, cowering priest-boy, but a man’s mind in a boy’s changing body, she realized in amazement.

‘Even your own son recognizes the injustice of what you do,’ she accused Kyle. ‘Your snatching Vivacia from me has nothing to do with whether or not you believe I can command her. It is solely a matter of your own greed.’

‘Greed?’ Kyle shouted in disdain. ‘Greed? Oh, I like that! Greed makes me want to take over a ship so ridiculously in debt, I’ll be lucky to pay her off before I die. Greed makes me want to step forward and take responsibility for a household with no concept of wise money management. Althea, if I thought you had any capacity to be useful aboard the Vivacia, I’d seize on the chance of making you work for a change. No. More than that. If you could show me but one sign of true seamanship, if you had a single ship’s ticket to your belt, I’d make you a gift of the damned ship and all her debts with her. But you’re nothing but a spoiled little girl.’

‘You liar!’ Althea cried in infinite disgust.

‘By Sa, I swear it’s so!’ Kyle roared angrily. ‘If but one reputable captain would vouch for your seamanship, I’d hand the ship over to you tomorrow! But all of Bingtown knows you for what you are. A dabbler and a pretence.’

‘The ship would vouch for her,’ Wintrow observed in a wavering voice. He lifted a hand to his forehead, as if to hold his head together. ‘If the ship vouched for her, would you do as you’ve sworn? For by Sa, you’ve offered that oath, and we all witnessed it. You’d have to live up to it. I cannot believe this quarrelling and anger was what my grandfather willed for us. It is so simple for us to restore a balance. If Althea was on board Vivacia, I could go back to my monastery. We could all go back to where we belong. Where we were happy…’ His voice trailed off as he realized that all eyes were on him. His father’s look was black with fury, but Ronica Vestrit had lifted her hand to her mouth as if his words had cut her to the quick.

‘I’ve had enough of this whining!’ Kyle suddenly exploded. He crossed the room in a few strides, to lean on the table and glare down on his son. ‘Is this what the priests taught you? To twist things about to get your own way? It shames me that a boy of my own bloodlines could use such tricks on his own grandmother. Stand up!’ he barked, and when Wintrow stared up at him wordlessly, bellowed, ‘Stand up!’

The young priest hesitated a moment, and then came to his feet. He opened his mouth to speak, but his father spoke first. ‘You are thirteen years old, even if you look more like ten and behave like three. Thirteen. By law, in Bingtown, a son’s labour belongs to his father until he is fifteen years old. Oppose me and I’ll invoke that law. I don’t care if you wear a brown robe, I don’t care if you grow sacred antlers from your brow. Until you are fifteen, you’ll work that ship. Do you understand me?’

Even Althea was shocked at the near-blasphemy of Kyle’s words. Wintrow’s voice quavered as he replied, but he stood straight. ‘As a priest of Sa, I am bound only by those civil laws that are just and righteous. You invoke a civil law to break your promise. When you gave me to Sa, you gave my labour to Sa as well. I no longer belong to you.’ He glanced about, from his mother to his grandmother, then added, almost apologetically, ‘I am not even truly a member of this family any more. I have been given to Sa.’

Ronica stood to block him, but Kyle brushed past her with a force that sent the older woman staggering. With a cry, Keffria sprang to her mother’s side. Kyle gripped Wintrow by the front of his robe and shook him until his head whipped back and forth. His words were distorted by rage. ‘Mine,’ he roared at the boy. ‘You are mine. And you’ll shut up and do as you’re told. Now!’ He stilled the boy’s body and then hauled him up on his toes. ‘Get yourself down to that ship. Report to the mate. Tell him you’re the new ship’s boy, and that’s all you are. The ship’s boy. Understand?’

Althea had watched in horrified fascination. She was dimly aware that her mother was now holding and trying to comfort a sobbing, near-hysterical Keffria. Two servants, no longer able to restrain their curiosity, were peeping around the corner of the door. Althea knew she should intervene, but all that was happening was so far outside her experience that she could only gape. Kitchen servants gossiped of having squabbles like this at home, or one heard of tradesmen apprenticing their sons against their wills. She’d heard of ship’s discipline like this on other vessels. Things like this simply never happened in the homes of Old Trader families. Or if it did, it was never spoken of.

‘Do you understand me?’ Kyle demanded, as if shouting louder at the boy would make his words more comprehensible. Dazed as he was, Wintrow still managed a nod. Kyle let go of his shirt front. The boy staggered, then caught at the table’s edge. He stood, head hanging.

‘Now means now!’ Kyle barked in angry triumph. His head swivelled to the door and a gaping serving man there. ‘You! Welf! Stop your gawking and escort my son down to the Vivacia. See that he packs and takes everything he came here with, for he’ll be living on the ship from now on.’

As Welf hastened into the room to take Wintrow’s arm and lead him out of the room, Kyle rounded on Althea. His success at bullying his son seemed to have bolstered his courage, for he challenged her with, ‘Are you wise enough to take a lesson from this, sister?’

Althea kept her voice even and low. ‘I’d be very surprised if we had not all learned something about you today, Kyle. Chiefly that there is very little you won’t do in your ambition to control the Vestrit family.’

‘Control?’ Kyle stared at her incredulously, and then turned to the other two women to see if they were as astonished as he was. But Ronica met his gaze with a black stare, while Keffria sobbed against her shoulder. ‘Is that what you think this is about? Control?’ He shook his head and gave a brittle laugh. ‘This is about salvage. Damn me, I don’t know why I try. You all look at me as if I were a criminal, when all I’m trying to do is keep this family afloat. Keffria! You know what this is about. We’ve talked about this.’

He turned towards his wife. She finally lifted her tear-stained face to meet his gaze, but there was no understanding in her eyes. He shook his head in disbelief. ‘What am I supposed to do?’ he asked of them all. ‘Our holdings are losing money every day, we’ve a liveship we’re still paying the money-lenders for, our creditors are threatening to start confiscating our holdings, and you all seem to think we should genteelly ignore it and take tea together. No, I take that back. Althea seems to think she should hasten our progress toward ruin by keeping the liveship as a toy for herself, while she spends her evenings getting drunk with the local water rats and having a bit of slap and tickle on the side.’

‘Stop it, Kyle,’ Ronica warned him in a low voice.

‘Stop what? Telling you what you already know but refuse to recognize? Listen to me, all of you, just for a few moments.’ He paused and took a deep breath, as if trying to set aside his anger and frustration. ‘I have my children to think of, Selden and Malta. Just like Ephron, I, too, will die some day. And I don’t intend for them to inherit naught but a mass of debts and a bad name. Ephron left you no sons to protect you, Ronica, no men to take over the running of the holdings. So I step up, as a dutiful son-in-law, to do what must be done, however painful. I’ve given it a lot of thought these last few months, and I believe I can get us back on our feet. I’ve established a number of contacts in Chalced, ready to deal with us. It is not really that unusual a plan: we must work the ship, and work her hard, running the most profitable cargoes as swiftly as we can transport them. In the meanwhile, we must evaluate all our holdings, without sentiment, and keep only those that can actually give us a profit this year. But even more important, we must not panic our creditors. If we sell things off wildly, they will think we are going under, and will close in on us, to get a share of what is left before it is gone. And, quite frankly, if they see Althea out drinking and carousing with lowlifes, as if there is no hope nor pride left in the family, that too will have its effect. Blacken your name, Althea, and you blacken my daughter’s with yours. Someday I hope to see Malta make a good marriage. She will not ever receive the attention of honourable men if you have established yourself as a drunk and a slattern.’

‘How dare you —’ Althea growled.

‘I dare much, for my children. I’ll see Wintrow hammered into a man, even if he grows up thinking he hates me for it. I’ll see a sturdy financial basis back under this family, even if I have to work that liveship as you never could to do it. If you cared for your own kin even half as much as I do, you’d be straightening yourself up and presenting yourself as a lady and trying to make an acceptable marriage to shore up the family fortunes.’

A cold fury now possessed Althea. ‘So I should whore myself out to the highest bidder, so long as he’ll call me wife and offer a good bride-price?’

‘Better than to the lowest bidder, as you seemed so intent on doing last night,’ Kyle replied as coldly.

Althea drew breath, swelling like an angry cat, but her mother’s cold voice cut across her quarrel with Kyle.

‘Enough.’

It was a single word, quietly spoken. As if she were setting down an armful of bedding, she moved Keffria to a nearby chair and deposited her in it. Something in the finality of her tone had silenced them all. Even Keffria’s sobs were stilled. Her small, dark mother seemed even smaller in her dark mourning garments, but when she imposed herself between Althea and Kyle, they both stepped back. ‘I am not going to shout,’ she told them both. ‘Nor am I going to repeat myself. So I suggest you both pay attention, and commit to memory what I am going to tell you. Althea. I address you first, because I have not had the opportunity to truly speak to you since you landed. Kyle, do not even think of interrupting, not even to agree with me. Now.’

She drew a breath and showed an instant of uncertainty. She approached Althea and took both her unresisting hands in hers. ‘My daughter. I know you feel yourself wronged. You expected to inherit the ship. It was your father’s plan for you. He is gone, and though it pains me, I will speak plainly of such things. He always treated you as if you were one of the sons we lost. If your brothers had survived the plague… but they did not. But, back when the boys were alive, he always said the land would go to his daughters, the ship to his sons. And although he never said so plainly, after our boys died, I believe that he intended Keffria to inherit the land holdings, and you the ship. But he also intended to live until he was an old man, to see the debt on the ship and the notes against our holdings paid off, and to see you married to a man who would sail the Vivacia for you. No. Be quiet!’ she said harshly as Althea opened her mouth to object.

‘It is hard enough to say these things. If I am interrupted, we shall never get this over with,’ she went on in a softer voice. She lifted her head up straight and met her daughter’s eyes firmly. ‘If you wish to blame someone for your disappointment, blame me. For when I could no longer deny that your father was dying, I sent for Curtil, our old adviser. And between us, we set on paper what I believed best, and I persuaded your father to set his sign to it. I persuaded him, Althea, I did not deceive him. Even your father finally saw the wisdom of what we had to do. If the family fortunes were divided now, none of us would survive. As Keffria is elder with children to provide for, I did as tradition decreed and made her the sole heir.’ Ronica Vestrit looked away from Althea’s shocked stare to her other daughter. Keffria still sat on the bench, her head on the table, but her weeping was stilled. Kyle moved to set a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Althea could not decide if he were comforting her or claiming her. Her mother spoke on. ‘Keffria knew of her inheritance. She also knows that the document states plainly that she must continue to provide for her sister’s maintenance until such time as Althea makes an appropriate marriage, at which time Althea is to be dowered with a goodly sum. So Keffria is bound, not only by blood but by written word, to do well by you.’

Althea’s gaze of dismay had not changed. ‘Althea,’ her mother pleaded. ‘Please try to see it impartially. I have been as fair as I could. If the ship had been left to you, you would have barely enough to operate her. It takes coin to provision a ship and hire a crew and maintain and refit her, and a profitable voyage might still leave you scrambling to make a payment on the note and still have enough money to sail again. And if you did not show a profit, then what? The note on the ship is secured also with the land holdings. There was no way to sensibly divide the inheritance. It must be used together to pull itself out of debt.’

‘So I have nothing,’ Althea said quietly.

‘Althea, your sister would never let you lack —’ her mother began, but Althea shocked her by blurting out, ‘I don’t care. I don’t care, really, if I am a pauper or not. Yes, I dreamed that Vivacia would be mine. Because she is mine, Mother, in a way that I cannot make you understand. In the same way that Seddon Dib’s carriage-horses pull his carriage, but all know their hearts belong to his stable-boy. Vivacia’s heart is mine, and I am hers. I look forward to no better marriage than that. Keep whatever coin she brings in, let all say she belongs to Keffria. Just let me sail her. That’s all I’m asking, Mother, Keffria. Just let me sail her and I’ll be no trouble to you, I won’t dispute your will in all else.’ Her desperate eyes besought first her mother’s face and then the tear-stained visage that Keffria lifted to her. ‘Please,’ she breathed, ‘please.’

‘No.’ It was Kyle who spoke. ‘No. I’ve already given orders that you are not to be allowed on the ship, and I won’t change them. You see how she is,’ he announced, turning to Ronica and Keffria. ‘She has not a practical notion in her head. All she wishes is to have her own way, to continue as she always has. She would remain her father’s wilful daughter, living aboard ship, taking no responsibility beyond playing sailor, and coming home to stroll through the shops, picking out whatever she fancies and have it set to her father’s account. Only now it would be her sister’s and hence, mine. No, Althea. Your childhood is over with your father’s death. It is time you started behaving as befits a daughter of this family.’

‘I am not talking to you!’ Althea flared. ‘You have no concept of what I am speaking of. To you Vivacia is no more than a ship, even if she speaks aloud to you. To me she is a member of my family, closer to me than a sister. She needs me to be aboard her, and I need to sail her. She would sail for me as she never will for you, with her own heart as the wind.’

‘Girlish fancies,’ Kyle scoffed. ‘Tripe. You walked away from her in anger on the day she was quickened, leaving Wintrow to spend the first night with her. If you’d had all these great feelings for her, you could not have done that. She seems to like him well enough, and he’ll be aboard to keep her company or whatever it is. And he’ll be learning to work as a true sailor, not mooning about the ship or getting drunk in foreign ports. No, Althea. There’s no fitting place aboard the Vivacia for you, and I won’t have you sowing discord or setting up a rivalry with Wintrow for the ship’s favour.’

‘Mother?’ Althea pleaded desperately.

Her mother looked grieved. ‘Had I not seen you last night, drunk and bedraggled, I would oppose Kyle in this. I would believe he was being far too harsh.’ She sighed heavily. ‘But I can’t deny what I’ve seen with my own eyes. Althea, I know you love the Vivacia. If your father had lived… there’s no use in wondering about that, I suppose. Instead, it is time, perhaps, for you to let her go. I have seen that Wintrow has the makings of a good man. He will do well by the ship. Let him. It is time, and more than time that you stepped forward and took your proper place in Bingtown.’

‘My place is aboard Vivacia,’ Althea said faintly.

‘No,’ Kyle said, and her mother echoed it with a shake of her head.

‘Then I have no place, in this family or in Bingtown.’ Althea heard herself speak the words in a sort of wonder. She heard the ring of finality in them, and it shocked her. Like a rock dropped into still water, she thought, for she suddenly had a dizzying sense of the words spreading out like a widening ripple, changing every relationship she had, forever altering her days to come. For a moment, she could not take a breath.

‘Althea? Althea!’

Her mother’s voice rang loud behind her. She was walking down the hallway, and her home was suddenly an unfamiliar place. It had been years, she realized, since she had spent more than a month at one time here. How long had that tapestry hung there, when had those tiles cracked? She didn’t know, she hadn’t been here, no, she was not really changing anything, she hadn’t lived here for years. This had not been her home for years. She was only recognizing the reality, not creating it. With no more than the clothes on her back, she stepped out the front door and into the wider world.

‘If she comes home drunk again, I’m going to lock her in her room for a week. Make it plain to her that we won’t tolerate her blackening the family name and her reputation in Bingtown.’ Kyle was sitting next to Keffria on the bench now, his arm about her protectively.