found the motion of the sea, the wind on her face and in her hair, exhilarating. And by afternoon’s end, to her utter amazement, she was controlling the small vessel herself. Each day after that Archeron and Lara sailed his small boat together. She realized that she could no longer use the excuse of her fear of the sea to avoid a voyage with Arcas, yet still she did not trust him. But Archeron pleaded with her to accompany his son when he sailed forth again. Arcas was happiest, his father said, out upon the sea. She would remind him of his obligations to his own kind, and he would hopefully choose a wife and forget Gaius Prospero’s great ambitions. Nothing must change. The Coastal Kingdom must remain the way it had ever been.
And Lara agreed because she could not offend this man who had been such a gracious host to her. She could not tell him that his son was a lustful and ambitious man who would do only what was best for Arcas. Besides, it was a short voyage, Archeron explained. She would sail to the meeting place, the cargoes would be exchanged and they would return. Archeron would tell his son to invite the Terahn to a meal so she might speak with him, and learn firsthand of the Dominion. Then they would return home.
Arcas returned with his ship’s hold filled with luxury goods. He would make another voyage in a week’s time.
“Lara will go with you this time,” Archeron told his son.
“You are no longer fearful of the sea?” Arcas asked dryly.
“I have taught her to sail,” his father replied.
“I find the sea beautiful, and I very much like riding upon it,” Lara said. “I shall enjoy meeting the Terahns, my lord king.” And as she spoke, Lara realized her concerns had vanished. Besides, what could Arcas do to her out at sea? She would travel with both Andraste and Verica as always. She wished she had her horse, Dasras, though she could only imagine Dasras’s opinion of the sea. It would not be a good one, Lara thought with a small smile. She had been wise to leave him with the Fiacre.
Several days later they prepared to depart. Arcas had turned over the master’s cabin to her although he told her he would join her for meals there. The quarters were spacious, located in the rear of the vessel with a large window overlooking the sea. The ship itself was sturdy, and built of a fragrant wood that perfumed the air most pleasantly. It was fitted with large square creamy silk sails, and flew multicolored pendants from its masts. Each of the flags flying indicated whose ship it was, and the cargo it carried, Archeron explained to Lara as they watched the vessel being loaded with large baskets of salt and silver boxes of pearls. Finally he escorted her aboard his son’s ship, and bid her farewell.
“You are bringing your sword and staff with you?” Archeron asked her, curious.
“I would never leave them alone,” Lara told him as she lay them on a table in the great cabin. “They are a part of me.”
Archeron kissed her on both cheeks. “I will see you when you return. I shall be interested to hear your opinion of the Terahns you meet.” He bowed, leaving her, and went ashore.
Lara went out upon the deck as they set sail. Being upon this large ship was very different from the smaller one in which she had first traversed the sea. She felt much safer. She reached for the crystal about her neck. Well, she told Ethne, we are off upon a new adventure, my friend. The tiny flame in the crystal flared up.
Now the real adventure begins.
Do not speak to me in riddles. You know how much I dislike it.
Look upon Hetar well, my child, Ethne responded.
Will I not see it again? Lara asked. Her heart was beginning to beat rapidly.
One day, but not soon, Ethne said. There are other places you must be to accomplish what you need to accomplish, my child.
Riddles again, Lara chuckled. I have a destiny. I am protected.
I am glad you remember it, Ethne murmured mischievously.
I cannot forget it, for you will not let me, Lara told her guardian.
Trust only yourself, Ethne warned her, serious again.
I do not trust Arcas, Lara answered. But I could not find a way to avoid this voyage. I did try. Should I leap from this vessel and swim ashore while I can?
This journey is meant to be, but Arcas will betray you, Ethne said.
Lara nodded.
Arcas now joined her as Lara stood leaning against the rail, watching the coast slowly recede. “Are you getting your sea legs?” he asked her.
“Sea legs?” She turned a puzzled glance to him.
“Are you becoming used to the motion of the ship?” he repeated with a chuckle.
“Yes,” she answered him. “It is very different, however, than sailing your father’s little boat along the shore.”
“He taught you to sail the boat?” Arcas was interested.
“I wanted to learn. Your sea is so different from anything I have ever known. I would wager that most who live in the City have no knowledge of the sea,” Lara told him. “It is quite magnificent. I hope we will have no storms. The storms I have seen roll into your coast from this sea can be frightening.”
“My ship can weather any storms,” he assured her. “I quite enjoy riding out the fierceness. To outmaneuver the wind and the waves is exhilarating.”
“I will accept your word for it, Arcas,” Lara told him with a small smile.
But the weather around them remained fair. Her first night at sea Lara slept surprisingly well. On her second day she watched great fish who escorted their ship through the waves, leaping gracefully alongside the vessel. At dinner that evening she asked Arcas a question that had been in her mind all day.
“Where are the men who sail this ship with you? I have seen few.”
“The ship sails itself,” Arcas explained. “Did my father not tell you?”
“It is alive?” Lara queried him.
Arcas nodded. “Each of our ships is imbued with a powerful sea spirit who guides it, and keeps it safe. The few men you have seen with me are here to keep the vessel company, and to load and unload the cargoes. And I have a single steward who cooks and serves us. The ship does everything else. I tell it where I wish to travel, and it takes me there. Of course the Terahns are not aware of this. I do not believe they have magic, or if they do, we have seen no evidence of it.”
“Are they not suspicious that there are so few men aboard your ships?” Lara asked him. “Surely they must have noticed.”
“The ship knows how to protect itself,” Arcas explained. “When we reach our meeting point it works its magic, and the Terahns see a full complement of sailors aboard. Some of these magical creatures even help with the cargo transfer so the time involved is exactly what it should be. If I am familiar with the captain who meets us I will ask him to join us for a meal. This way you may meet a Terahn for yourself. I believe my father told me that was the purpose for your accompanying me.”
“Yes, I should like to meet a Terahn,” Lara said.
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