Under Eforiel's belly, the harness supported several eggs in strearmlined cases partly filled with air so as to make them no heavier than a corresponding volume of water. Cornelu bared his teeth in a fierce smile.
Before long, he would deliver those eggs to Feltre. He hoped the Algarvians would be glad to have them.
Commodore Delfinu leaned out over the edge of the pier and waved.
"Good fortune go with you."
"For this I thank you, sit," Cornelu said.
He tapped Eforiel, more firmly than before. The leviathan's muscles surged under him. With a flick of the tall, Eforiel left Tirgoviste harbor and the five chief islands of Sibiu behind and set out across more than fifty miles of sea for the Algarvian coast.
"Surprise," Cornelu muttered. He had trouble hearing himself; water kept slapping him in the face. Before he set out, Sibian wizards had set a spell on him that let him get air from water like a fish (actually, the savants insisted the spell worked differently from fishes' gills, but the effect was the same, and that was what mattered to Cornelu).
Algarvian ships no doubt patrolled the ley lines, to keep the Sibian navy and that of Valmiera from raiding Feltre, which had been by far the most important Algarvian port on the Narrow Sea till King Mezentio got his hands on Bari. The Duchy boasted a couple of excellent harbors. With them under Algarvian rule, containing Mezentio's fleet got a lot harder.
"But I'm not coining up a ley line," Cornelu said, and chuckled wetly.
Unlike ships, Eforiel did not depend on the earth's energy matrix to take her from one place to another. She went under her own power, which meant she chose her own path. No one would be looking for her till she'd been there and gone.
That thought had hardly crossed Cornelu's mind before he got a nasty jolt: a spout rising from the sea a few hundred yards ahead of Eforiel. Had his path, by strangest chance, crossed that of an Algarvian leviathan nicler intent on working mischief at Tirgoviste or one of Sibiu's other harbors?
Then the animal leapt out of the water. Cornelu sighed with relief to see it was only a whale. The leviathan's cousin was stocky, even chunky, and resembled nothing so much as an overgrown fish with an even more overgrown head. Eforiel and her kin were far slimmer and smaller skulled, almost serpentlike except for their fins and tail flukes.
"Come on, sweetheart." He tapped the leviathan again. "Nothing for us to worry about - only one of your poor relations."
Eforiel snorted again, as if to say she too looked down her pointed nose at whales. Then she swam through a school of mackerel. Cornelu had a hard time keeping her on a straight course and not letting her swim every which way after the fish. She got plenty as things were, but seemed convinced she would have eaten many more if he'd let her go where she wanted.
She could have gone, disobeying his commands, and he would have been able to do nothing about it. She never realized that. She was a well trained beast, raised from the time she was a calf to do as the small, weak creatures who rode her ordered.
Cornelu's greatest worry was not her going off in pursuit of mackerel but her diving deep after one. The spell would keep him breathing under water, but a leviathan could dive deeper than a man's body was designed for, and could rise from the depths so fast that the air in his blood would bubble. Leviathans were made for the sea in a whole host of ways men were not.
After a while, though, the mackerel thinned out, and Eforiel swam steadily on. Once, in the distance, Cornelu caught sight of a ship sliding along a ley line. He could not tell whether it came from Sibiu or Algarve.
In the waters where he was then, it might have belonged to either kingdom.
Whosever ship it was, no one aboard noticed him or Efori*el. The two of them did not disturb the ley lines in any way. Had the ancient
Kaunians thought of something like this, they might have done it, though they'd known nothing of eggs and lacked the sorcery to keep a man from drowning underwater.
Some few in Sibiu would sooner have joined with Algarve than with the Kaunian-descended kingdoms. Cornelu's snort sounded very much like Eforiel's. Some few in Sibiu were fools, as far as he was concerned.
A small kingdom joined a large one in much the same way as a leg of mutton joined a man dining off it. And after his repast, only the bones would be left.
No, Valmiera and Jelgava made better allies. If they sat down at the supper table with Sibiu, they thought of the island kingdom as a fellow guest, not as the main course. "If Sibiu sat off the Valmieran coast, things might be different," Cornelu told the leviathan. "But we don't. We are where we are, and we can't do anything about it."
Eforiel did not argue, a trait Cornelu wished were more common among the people with whom he dealt. He patted the leviathan's side in approval. And then, as if to prove him right even had Eforiel argued, he spied the southern coast of Algarve. He had to pause to get his bearings.
He and Eforiel had come a little too far to the east. The leviathan swam along the coast till in the distance Cornelu spotted the lighthouse outside Feltre harbor.
He let Eforiel rest then. Daylight was fading from the sky. He intended to enter the harbor at night, to make the leviathan as hard to see as he could. She would have to spout every now and then, of course, but in the darkness she would be easy to mistake for a porpoise or dolphin.
People had a way of seeing what they wanted to see, what they expected to see. Cornelu smiled. He intended to take full advantage of that.
No lamps began to glow as night fell over Feltre. The town got darker and darker along with the surrounding countryside. Cornelu's smile got broader. The locals were doing their best to protect Feltre against dragon [..r'ds f al rom..] Sibiu and Valmiera. What helped there, though, would hurt against attack from the sea.
When the night had grown dark enough to suit Cornelu, he took a glass-fronted mask from the pack he wore and slid it on to his face. Then he tapped Eforiel, urging her ahead into the harbor. The leviathan's [..tai~] pumped up and down, up and down, propelling her and the man who rode her forward.
Cornelu slid off her back and clung to the harness from beside her.
That way, he would be harder for the Algarvian patrol boats to notice.
He knew they had swift little vessels sliding along the ley lines in the sheltered water inside the harbor. Every kingdom protected its ports the same way.
But he had to stick his head out of the water to see where the most valuable targets were berthed, and also to make certain he did not attach an egg to a trading ship from Lagoas or Kuusamo. He wanted to grind his teeth at the arrogance the folk on the great island displayed, assuming no one would dare stop them from trading with Algarve for fear of bringing them into the war on King Mezentio's side. The trouble was, they were right.
He wished he could spot unquestioned naval vessels, but, save for the flitting patrol boats, he saw none. He did see three large freighters with the rakish lines the Algarvians so loved. They would do: not the haul he'd hoped for, but one that would hurt the enemy. He guided Eforiel up to within a couple of hundred yards of them, then gave her the signal that meant hold still. She lay in the water as if dead, the top of her head awash so she could breathe.
She would be vulnerable if the Algarvian patrol boats spotted her.
Cornelu's command would hold her in place while she should be fleeing.
He knew he had to work as fast as he could. Slipping under the water, he detached the four eggs his leviathan had brought to Feltre harbor and swam toward the merchant vessels.
He had to lift his head above the surface a couple of times to get his bearings. Had the Algarvians on those freighters been keeping good watch, they might have spotted him. But they seemed confident nothing could harm them here inside Feltre harbor. Cornelu aimed to show them otherwise.