She went still and soft in his hands. The tension he had sensed thrumming through her muscles went away. He felt her do something, and then her bared hands danced lightly over his face. By her touch, she both measured him, and opened herself. Skin to skin, she hid from him no longer. He touched enough to know it was the bravest thing she had ever done. He stifled his curiosity and tried to reciprocate her trust. He did not reach into her and plunder her of her secrets. He would wait, and take only what she offered him.

He felt her hands walk his face, measuring off proportions. Then she touched his cheek flat-handed. "I could do that. It would, in fact, be easy." She cleared her throat. "It will be a lot of work, but by the time we sail into Bingtown again, you will wear a new face."

"Bingtown?" He was astonished. "We're going home?"

"Where else? What point is there in challenging Kennit again? Vivacia seems content to be in his hands. And even if she were not, what could we do?"

"But what about Althea?" he objected.

Amber stopped what she was doing. She leaned her forehead against his cheek and shared the full depth of her misery. "All of this was about Althea, ship. Without her, whatever task I was to perform becomes meaningless. Brashen has no heart to continue, nor has this crew the mettle for vengeance. Althea is dead and I have failed."

"Althea? Althea is not dead. Kennit took her up."

"What?" Amber stiffened. She set her hands flat to his face.

Paragon was amazed. How could she not know that? "Kennit took her up. The serpent told me so. I think he was trying to make me angry. He said Kennit had stolen two of my humans, both females." He halted. He felt something radiating from her. It was as if a shell around her cracked open; warmth and joy poured from her.

"Jek, too!" She took a deep shuddering breath, as if she had not been able to find air for a long time. She spoke to herself. "Always, always, I lose faith too easily. By now, I should know better. Death does not conquer. It threatens, but it cannot subdue the future. What must be, will be." She kissed his cheek, striking him dumb with astonishment, then tugged at his beard. "Up! Up! Get me up on the deck! Brashen! Clef! Althea is not dead. Kennit took her up. Paragon says so! Brashen! Brashen!"

HE CAME RUNNING TO AMBER'S WILD CALL, FEARING THAT PARAGON HAD injured her. Instead, Brashen saw the figurehead set her gently on his scorched foredeck. She took a stumbling step toward him, babbling something about Althea, and then collapsed to her knees. "I told you to take some rest!" he rebuked her angrily. Her damage from the serpent venom was appallingly apparent. Her tawny hair hung in hanks from a peeling red scalp. The left side of her face and neck were scarlet. How far the damage extended down her body, he was not sure. She walked with a pronounced limp and kept her left arm close to her body. Every time he saw her, he was shocked that she was out of bed at all.

He hastened to her side, seizing her right arm to steady her. She leaned against him. "What is it? Are you all right?"

"Althea is alive. A serpent told Paragon that Kennit took up both the women from our ship. He has Althea and Jek. We can get them back." The words tumbled from her lips as he held her. Clef hurried up, his brow wrinkled with confusion. Brashen tried to wring sense from the words. Althea was alive. No. That could not be what she meant. His grief and loss had penetrated to his bones. This offer of joy cut too sharply. He could not trust it. He said the harsh words. "I don't believe it."

"I do," Amber contradicted him. "The way in which he told me leaves me no doubt. The white serpent told him. It saw Kennit take up two women from our ship. Althea and Jek."

"The words of a serpent, passed on through a mad ship," Brashen scoffed. But regardless of his words, hope flared painfully in him. "Can we be sure the serpent knows what it speaks of? Were they alive when Kennit took them up, do they still live? And even if they do, what hopes do we have of rescuing them?"

Amber laughed. She seized his shoulder in her good hand and tried to shake him. "Brashen, they are alive! Give yourself a moment to savor that! Once you take a breath and say, Althea lives, all the other obstacles are reduced to annoyances. Say it."

Her gold-brown eyes were compelling. Somehow, he could not refuse her. "Althea lives." He tried the words aloud. Amber grinned at him, and Clef cut an uneven caper about the deck. "Althea is alive!" the boy repeated.

"Believe it," Paragon encouraged. "The serpent has no reason to lie."

Something dead inside him stirred to life. Perhaps, despite his defeat, she still lived. He had accepted the burden of her death due to his failures. Trying to live with that dereliction had baffled him. This reprieve unmanned him. Something very like a sob shook him, and despite Clef's astonished look, the weeping he had refused at her death suddenly clawed its way out of him. He dashed tears from his eyes, but could not control the shaking that overtook him.

Clef was bold enough to seize his wrist and tug at him. "Cap'n, don't yer unnerstan'? She's alive. Ya don' need ter cry now."

He laughed suddenly, the sound as painful as a sob. "I know. I know. It's just-" His words abandoned him. How could he explain to a boy the rush of feelings that accompanied the restoration of his world?

Amber filled in other thoughts for him. "Kennit would not bother taking her up only to kill her. He has to intend to ransom her. That's the only logical answer. We may not have enough to ransom the Vivacia back, nor the power and skill to take her by force, but we have enough to make a respectable offer for Althea and Jek."

"We'll have to go to Divvytown." Brashen's mind was racing. "Kennit believes he sank Paragon. If we reappear…" He shook his head. "There's no telling what kind of reception we'd get."

"He's ne'r seen Amber 'n me. We could take the ship's boat up the slough on a high tide, an' make the offer an'-"

Brashen shook his head as he smiled down on Clef's valiant offer. "That's a brave thought, but it wouldn't work, lad. There would be nothing to stop them taking the ransom and keeping you both as well. No. I fear there will have to be a fight."

"You cannot win her back by fighting," Paragon suddenly broke in. "Nor will you buy her back with ransom. He cared nothing for your gold when you last encountered him. No. He will not sell her." The figurehead twisted his scarred visage toward them.

"How do you know?" Brashen demanded.

Paragon looked away from them and his voice went deeper. "Because I know what I would do. I would fear that she knew my secrets. Such knowledge is too dangerous for Kennit to let her go alive. He will kill her before he allows her to be taken from him. Yet, I do not understand why he took her up at all. It would have been far safer for him to let her drown. So there is a piece of the puzzle I do not hold."

Brashen held his breath. The ship had never before been so open with him. It was almost as if a stranger spoke with Paragon's voice.

Paragon mused on. "If he keeps her, he will keep her for himself alone, a treasure beyond gold's power to ransom. And there is only one place where Kennit keeps such treasures. Eventually, he will cache her there. Only one place is safe enough to hide that which is too precious even to kill."

"Could you take us there? Could we lie in wait for him?" Brashen asked.

The ship turned away from them. He hunched his head down on his chest. The muscles stood out suddenly on his back, as if he waged some terrible battle with himself.

"Ser?" Clef began, but Brashen motioned the boy to silence. They all waited.

"We sail on the next tide," Paragon announced suddenly in his man's voice. "I will do it. What gold cannot buy, blood may. I will take you to the key to Kennit's heart."