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‘They caught us by surprise, right.’ Romola was sitting against the edge of the table in her cabin with a hard look on her face, her head cocked to one side. She’d patiently listened to Kjellrunn’s complaint, waiting for the stream of anger and frustration to abate. ‘I’m not happy about it either. I’ve known your father for a long time and I like Steiner. I like him a lot.’

It had taken Kjellrunn a restless night to get up the necessary courage. Her frustration and dismay had grown with every hour that passed, and with every league they sailed further south.

‘We have to go back. They won’t stand a chance.’

‘We have to, do we?’ Romola shook her head and moved around the table to pour a drink. ‘Let me tell you how it works.’ She poured two tots of rum and downed the first before she’d finished pouring the second. ‘The Empire has graduates or cast-offs from the Vozdukha Academy in most towns, especially the ports. They’re not Vigilants but ones with a gift for sending whispers on the wind, right? Messages can be sent for leagues with the arcane, far faster than men on horseback or birds with scraps of parchment tied to their legs. Word of your street fight may have spread across the Empire by now. The Emperor himself will be spitting blood when he finds out.’

‘The Emperor is hundreds of miles away!’

‘But his soldiers are close. Closer than we think sometimes. They’ll be looking for us, just as Imperial ships will be looking for us.’

‘Then we’ll fight!’ replied Kjellrunn.

Romola raised an incredulous eyebrow. ‘Like you fought in Virag?’

Kjellrunn felt the anger drain out of her.

‘I’m a smuggler, not an admiral,’ replied Romola. ‘And the Watcher’s Wait is a fast frigate. She can’t take on those big Imperial galleons. She just doesn’t have it in her.’

For a moment the woman and girl eyed each other over the captain’s table. The ship creaked as it voyaged further south.

‘What will happen to them?’ said Kjellrunn quietly. ‘Do you even care?’

‘I care about plenty of things. My crew, my ship, my skin. And I care about rum, of course.’ Romola knocked back the second tot. ‘Marek and Steiner are more than capable of slipping out of a city unnoticed. Maybe you forgot, but Steiner the Unbroken escaped from Vladibogdan. I don’t think Virag will give him any problems.’

‘You don’t understand,’ said Kjellrunn, hating the pleading note in her voice. ‘I may never see them again.’

‘But you’ll be alive to miss them. And so will I. The Watcher’s Wait is not returning to Virag, Kjellrunn. You can get off at the next port if you don’t like it, but we are not going back.’

The door to the captain’s cabin slammed open and a tall woman with red hair entered, one of the crew. Kjellrunn scowled but the pirate simply grinned.

‘Hello!’ She turned to Romola. ‘Here’s the inventory you asked for.’

Romola took the parchment from the tall pirate and it was clear the conversation was over. Kjellrunn sighed in defeat. She slunk out of the cabin, not bothering to close the door behind her.

She was halfway across the deck of the ship when her fingers strayed to the hammer brooch her father had given her.

‘None of this would be happening if you’d just stayed pinned to my cloak.’

The brooch had no answer, which only put her in an even worse mood.

Kjellrunn spent the afternoon sitting in the prow of the ship running over her conversation with Romola and cursing herself for not persuading the captain to turn around. She’d wrapped herself in her cloak so that it came up under her nose and only the top of her face could be seen. The gunwales shielded her from the worst of the wind, but the weather was cold enough that she half considered going below decks. It was almost nightfall when Mistress Kamalov appeared on deck. Trine, the fire-breathing novice, hovered nearby, shooting dark looks at any sailors who came too close to the old woman. The renegade Vigilant hobbled across the deck and Kjellrunn felt another pang of irritation.

‘You hurt no one but yourself when you don’t eat.’

‘I’m not hungry,’ replied Kjellrunn, looking up to the rigging in order to avoid the older woman’s eyes.

‘As you wish. The food is gone now. Too many mouths to feed.’

‘I just want to be left alone.’

‘It’s right that you are upset for your family, but you must see the sense in the captain’s decision.’

‘I must, must I?’

‘It was going to happen anyway, Kjellrunn.’ Mistress Kamalov rested a hand on the side of the ship, supporting herself as the waves rocked the slender vessel. ‘Your brother would have disembarked sooner or later. He is keen to take the fight to the Empire. His path is not yours—’

‘His path is going to get him killed!’ Kjellrunn stood up, feeling the familiar heat of her anger stoked to life once more. ‘What was the point of escaping Vladibogdan if he’s going to run back to the Empire so that they can kill him?’

‘He has found his purpose, Kjellrunn. Now you must find yours.’

‘Purpose? What purpose? The Empire has taken everything from me. My home, my father, my brother, my uncle.’ Her voice broke slightly. ‘I never had the chance to meet my mother.’ Mistress Kamalov shook her head, pursing her lips in a look of disappointment Kjellrunn knew all too well.

‘And you are the only person aboard to have lost something precious to the Empire, I suppose?’

Kjellrunn turned her back on the renegade Vigilant. ‘I just want to be left alone.’

‘Soon we will reach Shanisrond,’ said Mistress Kamalov. ‘Where people with witchsign are not hunted. We can live quietly with the novices.’

‘And I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering what happened to my family, wondering if they’re still alive. What’s the point? I want to get my family back and I’m going to leave this stupid ship and find them.’

Mistress Kamalov bowed her head and made her way back across the deck. Trine did not follow, but eyed Kjellrunn with a curious, unfriendly stare.

‘Hoy there,’ said Kjellrunn, more out of habit than any desire to speak to the girl.

‘Are you always such a whining bitch?’ replied Trine.

Kjellrunn stepped forward. ‘They’re my family. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. I imagine the Vigilants stripped all the decency out of you on the island.’

‘Mistress Kamalov said you were her best student, but you just seem like a snivelling child to me.’

‘You have some some cheek. Those six children might still be alive if you hadn’t snuck off in Virag.’ Trine’s eyes widened in surprise at Kjellrunn’s rebuke. ‘Perhaps you’ll consider other people in future, now that you have blood on your hands.’

Trine shrank back a step, shaken by Kjellrunn’s words, then remembered herself and followed after Mistress Kamalov. Kjellrunn watched her go, anger beating loudly with her pulse. She slumped down in the prow, tired beyond reason with tears of loneliness brimming at the corner of her eyes. Maybe she was a snivelling child, she decided. A snivelling child who wanted nothing more than her family returned to her safely.

The scent of pipe smoke and the sound of soft voices woke her. Sundra and Tief had sat down next to her and were chatting.

‘What time is it?’

‘Too late to be sleeping on deck when you have a perfectly reasonable cabin,’ said Tief with a crooked smile. He toked on the pipe and breathed out a few smoke rings. ‘What foolishness is this?’

‘I had an argument with Mistress Kamalov. Two actually.’

‘You and your brother have a fine gift for stubbornness,’ said Sundra. She stared up at the night sky and clucked her tongue. ‘I do miss that boy.’

Kjellrunn felt the beginnings of tears at the mention of Steiner. ‘As do I. And that seems to be a problem for some people.’

‘I’ve got something for you.’ Tief reached under his jacket and pulled out a small sack. ‘Steiner would kill me if I let his little sister starve, so eat up.’

Kjellrunn reached into the sack and pulled out an apple. ‘Thanks. Is this bread too?’

Tief nodded. ‘I’ll give you nip of rum too if you don’t tell Mistress Kamalov.’

Kjellrunn ate for a time and they listened to the shushing sound of the waves against the prow. Stars shone overhead and the ship rumbled and groaned as the timbers moved. The sails billowed from the masts and Kjellrunn felt calm in the presence of the two Spriggani.

‘What will you do?’ asked Sundra.

‘What do you mean?’

‘What will you do in the weeks ahead? We won’t always be on this ship.’ Kjellrunn couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Here was a high priestess of Frejna, representative of a proscribed religion, asking about her future. Here was a woman four times her age if not more, speaking to her as if she were an adult with a plan.

‘I don’t know. My family … It seems we’re destined to be pulled apart. I’ll never be able to find them on my own.’ It was tough to admit to such a thing, but the words needed saying.

‘It is difficult to be away from the ones we love,’ said Sundra, though Kjellrunn realised the words were intended for Tief rather than her.

‘I’m going on to Yamal with Kimi and Marozvolk,’ explained Tief. ‘We’re going to present ourselves to the Yamali king and explain what happened, try and rally the tribes for the forthcoming war.’

‘You don’t know they will go to war,’ snapped Sundra.

‘Hopefully Steiner will raise such a ruckus the Emperor will be too busy to send an army to Yamal.’ Tief toked on his pipe a moment. ‘But if he does send an army …’

‘And Taiga has decided she has to go with him,’ said Sundra to Kjellrunn with a note of disgust in her voice. ‘Everyone rushing off to get themselves killed. Did we escape the island for nothing!’ The old priestess rolled her eyes in a rare display of pique and Kjellrunn almost laughed, though she shared the sentiment entirely.

‘And Taiga is coming,’ agreed Tief. He blew out the smoke and cleared his throat. ‘The thing is—’

‘The thing is,’ said Sundra, her voice brittle with irritation, ‘is that I am too damned old to go wandering around this continent. I will leave the ship and stay with Mistress Kamalov and the children. I should very much like it if you were to become my apprentice.’ Kjellrunn nearly choked on her apple. She stared at the older woman in disbelief.

‘Apprentice?’

‘I am getting old and our religion has all but died out. I need someone to carry these traditions and beliefs on to the next generation.’

‘But I barely know anything about the goddesses,’ said Kjellrunn.

‘As it is in all the provinces of the Solmindre Empire and the Scorched Republics. There was a temple in Virag, you know? Dedicated to my goddess. They boarded up the windows and the doors were locked.’

‘All knowledge of the old ways is prohibited in Nordvlast,’ added Kjellrunn.

‘But this did not stop you, did it, Kjellrunn?’ Sundra narrowed her eyes with a smile of admiration on her thin lips.

‘Well, no,’ Kjellrunn admitted. ‘I always loved the old stories.’

Sundra clucked her tongue and shook her head. ‘They are not just old stories!’

‘Pah! You’ve upset her already.’ Tief gave an earthy chuckle. ‘You’ll make a fine initiate.’

‘And what of my family?’

‘I’ll be out there,’ said Tief, jerking a thumb towards land. ‘There can’t be too many people rushing towards Khlystburg in the hopes of killing the Emperor. I have hope that I’ll cross paths with your brother before too long. I’ll be sure to bring him back to you.’

Kjellrunn smiled.

‘That’s it, girl. You keep smiling. There’s too much pain in the world and every smile is a rebellion against it.’

Sundra made a dismissive snort. ‘So says the grumpiest man I know.’

‘Nothing to say I can’t be a grump and hypocrite at the same time,’ replied Tief proudly.

‘An initiate of Frejna,’ said Kjellrunn, testing the words out. Sundra nodded. ‘And we’ll live in Shanisrond and wait there until my family comes back?’

‘We will.’ The high priestess got to her feet, though it took her some time and a helping hand from Tief. Sundra was quickly swallowed by the darkness as she retired for the night. Kjellrunn stood to watch her go.

‘Thank you for that,’ said Tief when his sister had gone. ‘I’ll be glad to know someone will be keeping an eye on her.’

‘You looked after my brother on the island, didn’t you?’

He grinned. ‘I did, although Frøya knows he was a pain in the arse more often than not.’

‘I’m beginning to think everyone is a pain in the arse,’ said Kjellrunn as her thoughts turned to Mistress Kamalov and the ever-present Trine.

‘Maybe you’re right,’ said Tief. ‘But some of them are worth fighting for.’