Sedric's unfailing courtesy to Leftrin and his men could not camouflage the contempt he held them in. Leftrin had seen it before; every ship rat had. There would always be certain people who saw a sailor and immediately tarred him with the poor reputation that seamen traditionally had. After all, weren't all sailors drunken, ignorant louts? Once aboard the vessel, that disdain often broke down, as the passenger realized that Leftrin and his men, though rough and uneducated in some ways, were savvy and competent in what they did. They came to see the sort of brotherhood that existed on a ship, and often their initial disdain turned to envy before the voyage was over.

But he could already tell that Sedric would not be one of those. The man clung to his superior position and poor opinion of Leftrin as if it were the only piece of wreckage floating after a storm. But the stiff expression and cold gaze he offered Leftrin now were not based on his generalized opinion of sailors. Leftrin set his jaw. This dandy looked determined to have a word with him, man to man. The captain took another mouthful of his coffee and stared out at the shore. More and more of the keepers were beginning to stir. Soon it would be time to get under way. He'd get no private conversation with Alise today, only more words with Sedric than he'd enjoy.

He'd found his way to the railing. 'Good morning, Captain.' His tone said that he doubted it.

'Morning, Sedric. Sleep well?'

'Actually, no, I didn't.'

Leftrin suppressed a sigh. He should have known that the man would seize on any pleasantry and use it as a pry bar to open a way for his complaint. Leftrin responded, 'That so?' and took another drink from his coffee. It was still a bit too hot, but he suddenly decided to finish it as rapidly as he could and then use getting a refill as an excuse for walking away from the man.

'Yes, that is so,' Sedric replied, almost mockingly, adding an aristocratic enunciation to the words.

Leftrin took another gulp of his coffee and decided to attack. He was certain he'd regret it, but not as much as he'd regret just standing here and taking Sedric's guff. 'You ought to try hard work. Helps a man sleep.'

'Perhaps you should try having a clean conscience. But perhaps you slept well despite lacking one.'

'I've got nothing on my conscience,' Leftrin lied.

Sedric looked like a cat about to spit. He'd huffed up his shoulders. 'Then ignoring a woman's marriage vows doesn't bother you?'

He couldn't let those words go unanswered. He turned to face Sedric, feeling his own shoulders and neck begin to swell. Sedric didn't step back but he saw him shift his weight, to be ready to move quickly. Leftrin forced himself to speak calmly. 'You are insulting a lady who doesn't deserve your contempt. Alise hasn't done anything to violate her marriage vows. I haven't tried to persuade her to do anything wrong. So I think you'd best rethink what you just said. Words like that can do big damage.'

Sedric narrowed his eyes but spoke calmly. 'My words are based on what I've seen. I've a deep affection for Alise, based on a lengthy friendship. I don't say such things lightly. You might both be innocent, but it no longer appears that way. Early-morning meetings and late-night conversations alone -is that how a married woman should comport herself? I've been cursed with being a light sleeper with very keen hearing. I know that after Alise and I bid you good night and sought our separate quarters, she went out again and met you. I could hear you talking together.'

'Did she take a vow she wouldn't talk after midnight?' Leftrin asked sarcastically. 'Because if she did, then I admit, she broke it, and I helped her.'

Sedric glared at him. Leftrin drank more coffee, looking at him over the rim of the mug. Sedric looked like a man trying to contain himself. When he finally spoke the eternal courtesy in his voice seemed strained. 'For a lady like Alise, married to a prominent and wealthy Bingtown Trader, appearances can be as important as realities. If I know that she arose from her bed to seek out your company late last night, then I'll wager that others aboard this vessel also know. Even a rumour of that sort of behaviour released into Bingtown could compromise her reputation.'

Sedric finished his speech and turned his gaze out over the riverbank. More of the keepers were waking up. Some were clustered around the fire, warming themselves from the night's chill and heating food. Others were around the shallow sand-well they'd dug the night before, taking the earth-filtered water for washing and cooking. The dragons, Leftrin noted, weren't stirring yet. They were creatures that loved the sun and warmth and would sleep as long as their keepers allowed them to, rising at noon if they were left to their own devices. He stared at them and wished his life were as simple as theirs. It wasn't.

Leftrin forced himself to loosen his hold on the mug's handle before he broke it. 'I'll speak plain to you, Sedric. Nothing happened. She came up on deck and I was making my night rounds. So we talked a bit. She walked my rounds of the ship with me. We checked the tie-up lines and the anchor. I showed her some constellations and explained how a sailor can use the stars to know where he's headed. I told her the names of some of the night birds she heard. If any of that offends your morality, it's your problem. Not mine and not Alise's. I've done nothing I'm ashamed of.'

He spoke righteously but guilt coiled inside him like a snake. He thought of the moments when her hands had been under his as he showed her how to tie the bowline. He'd put his hands on her warm shoulders and turned her to face Sa's Plough in the southern sky. And very late or rather early, depending on how one reckoned it, when she had bid him good night and sought her compartment, he'd leaned on the railing outside her door and looked out over the river and pondered all the things that might have been. From there, he'd allowed himself to think of things that still could be, if he had the courage to propose them and she felt the passion to accept them. Under his hands, the railing had thrummed with the sweep of the river's current and the response of his ship to it. It had seemed to him then that he was a sort of river and Alise might be a ship that had ventured into his current. Was he strong enough to carry her off with him?

Sedric spoke and the gentler tone of his voice took Leftrin off guard. 'Look, man. I'm. not blind. If there's a man on board this ship that is unaware of your infatuation with her, well, then he's a man with no senses and no heart. Your crew knows, your hunter friends know. Knowing Alise as well as I do, I can also see that she is venturing onto dangerous ground. You're a man of the world, out and about, meeting all sorts of women. But perhaps you've never met someone as sheltered as Alise has been. She went from her father's house to her husband's. He was her first and only beau. In some ways, she and Hest are well matched. He's wealthy, he provides for all her needs, and that includes giving her the materials and the time for her precious studies. She had never met a man like you. To a Bingtown lady, you probably seem a bit larger than life. If your admiration for her tempts her to step outside the bounds of society, she will be the one to pay the cost, not you. To her, the shame and the shunning. Possibly the divorce that will send her, irrevocably shamed, back to her father's household. He's not a wealthy man. If you continue to pursue her, even if she doesn't fall as your conquest, people will hear of it. You could ruin her life, send her back to live in reduced circumstances without the scholarly pursuits she has come to love. I don't mean to sound harsh, man, but are you worth it? Will you continue this dalliance, to her ruin? You'll walk away; forgive me if I say that all know the way of sailors in these matters. But she will be crushed.'