the Prince.”’ Arutha’s eyes flashed at that term, but he said nothing. ‘Send Martin instructions, and he won’t let Nicky use his bad foot as an excuse for anything. Prince Marcus is about his and Harry’s age, so if you send that troublemaker along, there’ll be two companions of noble rank who are a little rougher than Nicky’s been used to. He might be able to command them, but he won’t cow them. The Far Coast is nothing like Highcastle or Ironpass, but it’s not so civilized that Nicky can’t be hardened a bit.’
Arutha said, ‘I’ll have to convince Anita.’
‘She’ll understand, Arutha,’ said Amos with a chuckle. ‘I don’t think you’ll have to do much. As much as she wants to protect the boy, she’ll see the need.’
‘Boy. Do you realize I was only three years older than Nicholas when I took command of my father’s garrison?’
‘I was there. I remember.’ Putting his hand upon Arutha’s shoulder, he said, ‘But you were never young, Arutha.’
Arutha was forced to laugh at that. ‘You’re right. I was a serious sort.’
‘Still are.’
Amos turned to leave, and Arutha said, ‘Are you going to marry Anita’s mother?’
Amos turned in surprise. Then he put his fists upon his hips and grinned. ‘Now, who have you been talking to?’
Arutha said, ‘Anita, and she’s been talking to Alicia. The palace has been thick with gossip about you two for years now: the Admiral and the Dowager Princess. You’ve got the rank and the honors. If you need another title, I can arrange it with Lyam.’
Amos held up his hand. ‘No, rank has nothing to do with it.’ He lowered his voice. ‘I’ve lived a dangerous life, Arutha. And every time I board a ship, there’s no guarantee I’d be back. I can be a mean man, and no more than when I’m at sea. There was always the chance I’d get myself killed out there.’
‘You thinking of retirement?’
Amos nodded. ‘Since I was about twelve I’ve lived on ships, save that bit of scuffling around I did with you and Guy du Bas-Tyra during the Riftwar. If I’m to wed, I’ll stay at home with my lady, thank you.’
‘When?’
Amos said, ‘I don’t know. It’s a difficult choice; you’ve seen some of what the sea can do.’ Both remembered their first voyage together, as they braved the Straits of Darkness in the winter many years ago. Arutha had been changed by the journey, for not only had he faced death on the sea and survived, he had come to Krondor and met his beloved Anita. Amos continued, ‘To leave the sea is difficult. Perhaps one last voyage.’
Arutha said, ‘Martin’s requested some aid in preparing the nw garrison at Barran, up the coast from Crydee. The Royal Eagle is in the harbor, ready to sail with enough weapons and stores to outfit two hundred men and horses for a year. Why don’t you captain it? You can carry Nicholas to Crydee, continue up the coast to the new garrison, then visit with Martin and Briana awhile before you head back.’
Amos smiled. ‘A last voyage, back to where my cursed luck began.’
‘Cursed luck?’ asked Arutha.
‘To meet you, Arutha. Since we’ve met, you insist on ruining my fun every way you can.’
It was an old joke between them. ‘You’ve done well enough for an unrepentant pirate.’
Amos shrugged. ‘Well, I’ve done the best I could.’
Arutha said, ‘Go pay court to your lady. I will join mine shortly.’
Amos clapped Arutha upon the back once, then turned and left. When he was gone, Arutha continued to watch the distant lights of the harbor, lost in thoughts and memories.
Arutha’s reminiscences were interrupted by an unexpected presence at his side. He turned to find the odd little Isalani standing next to him, regarding the city below.
Nakor said, ‘I needed to spend a moment with you.’ Arutha said, ‘How did you get past the guards in the hall?’
Nakor shrugged. ‘It was easy’ was all he said. Then he stared out over the water, as if seeing something distant. ‘You’re sending your son on a voyage.’
Arutha turned sideways, eyes fixed upon the Isalani. ‘What are you: seer, prophet, or wizard?’
Nakor shrugged. ‘I’m a gambler.’ He produced a deck of cards seemingly out of nowhere and said, ‘That’s how I get money most times.’ He twisted his wrist and the deck vanished. ‘But sometimes I see things.’ He fell silent for a moment, then said, ‘Years ago, when I met Borric, I felt drawn to him, so that when he befriended me, I stayed with him.’
He paused and, without asking leave, jumped atop the stones of the low wall, folding his legs under him. Looking down at the Prince, he said, ‘Many things can’t be explained, Prince. Why I know things and can do things – what I call my tricks. But I trust my gifts.
‘I am here to keep your son alive.’
Arutha shook his head, a small motion of denial. ‘Alive?’
‘He moves toward danger.’
‘What danger.’
Nakor shrugged. ‘I don’t know.’
Arutha said, ‘What if I keep him here?’
‘You cannot.’ Nakor shook his head. ‘No, that’s wrong. You must not.’
‘Why?’
Nakor sighed and his smile faded. ‘A long time ago I met your friend James. He said things about you and your life and what he had done to gain your favor. He tells of a man who’s seen things.’
Arutha’s sigh echoed Nakor’s. ‘I’ve seen dead men rise and kill, and I’ve seen alien magic; I have known men born on other worlds. I’ve spoken to dragons and seen impossible visions become flesh.’
Nakor said, ‘Then trust me. You’ve made a choice. Abide by it. But let me and Ghuda go with your son.’
‘Why Ghuda?’
‘To keep me alive,’ said Nakor, and the grin returned.
‘Borric said you were a wizard.’
Nakor shrugged. ‘It serves my purpose at times to let others think such. Your friend Pug knew there was no magic’
‘You know Pug?’
‘No. But he was famous before I met Borric. He has done many wondrous things. And for a time I lived at Stardock.’
Arutha’s eyes narrowed. ‘I’ve not seen him for a dozen years, and word came to us that he had removed to Sorcerer’s Isle, wishing no contact with his old friends. I’ve honored that request.’
Nakor leaped from the wall. ‘Time to ignore it. We will need to see him. Tell your captain we
