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sweating. Bri Corbett was leaning over the side of the
ship near them, an ear to their voices, one eye on the tide.
тАЬLord,тАЭ he called softly, тАЬif we donтАЩt leave soon, thereтАЩll
be seven ships full of the dead stuck in the harbor until
morning.тАЭ
тАЬAll right.тАЭ He stretched to ease the burning knots of
tension in his back. Raederle folded her arms; he caught a
pin falling out of her hair. тАЬIt would be best if you ride up
through Hel to meet me in Caithnard.тАЭ
тАЬYou were going to ride with me. Not sail with
wraiths to Hed.тАЭ
тАЬI canтАЩt lead an army of the dead by land to Caithnard
and load them there at the docks under the eye of every
traderтАФтАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs not the point. The point is: However you are
going to Hed, IтАЩm going with you. The point is: You were
going to sail straight to Hed and leave me waiting for you
at Caithnard.тАЭ
He stared at her. тАЬI was not,тАЭ he said indignantly.
тАЬYou would have thought of it,тАЭ she said tersely,
тАЬhalfway there, leaving me safe and foresworn at
Caithnard. I have a pack on my horse; IтАЩm ready to
leave.тАЭ
тАЬNo. Not a four day journey by sea with me and the
dead of An.тАЭ
тАЬYes.тАЭ
тАЬNo.тАЭ
 тАЬYes.тАЭ
тАЬNo.тАЭ His hands were clenched; shadows wedged
beneath the bones of his taut face as he gazed at her. The
lamplight was exploring her face as he had explored it the
past days. Light gathered in her eyes, and he remembered
that she had stared into the eyes of a skull and had
outfaced dead kings. тАЬNo,тАЭ he repeated harshly. тАЬI donтАЩt
know what trail of power the dead will leave across the
water. I donтАЩt knowтАФтАЭ
тАЬYou donтАЩt know what youтАЩre doing. You donтАЩt know
how safe you will be, even in Hed.тАЭ
тАЬWhich is why I will not take you on these ships.тАЭ
тАЬWhich is why I am going with you. At least I am
born to understand the sea.тАЭ
тАЬAnd if it tears apart the wood beneath you and
scatters planks and spice and the dead into the waves,
what will you do? YouтАЩll drown, because no matter what
shape I take, I wonтАЩt be able to save you, and then what
will I do?тАЭ
She was silent. The dead ranked behind her seemed to
be looking at him with the same distant, implacable
expression. He turned suddenly, his hands opening and
closing again. He caught the mocking eyes of one of the