Geigi had been communicating delays since the derailment of vegetables, which had happened, Geigi said, while he was at the train station at the Eli-jiri ferry dock waiting to take the train over the hills to Saduri to keep his appointment. At that point, realizing the train connection would not work, he'd made a call to his private boat, which was on its way back to Dalaigi, and advised them to come back to get him. The three neighbors who were stranded with him had called for their boats to fill the tanks for a long haul, and to come across to pick them up at Elijiri. Having crossed the Bay, their small fleet (consisting of two retired gentlemen, the lord of Dalaigi, and a middle-aged lady who had made her fortune in the jewelry business) had fueled again at the resort marina at Onondisi, so they were going to be capable of staying out.
Now, seated on soft cushioned chairs and couches, the dusty and sweaty company watched the lights of Saduri Township retreat from the stern windows. A strange way to go into a fight, Bren thought, as Geigi himself poured Ilisidi a small glass of cordial: the arm was, Ilisidi confessed, uncomfortable.
"I also have," Geigi said, "the name of the resort manager of Mist Island Tours, who says if there is a need that serves the man'chi of Sarini Province, he will publish a need for boats. The seas are rough and I would hesitate to encourage small craft tonight, but there are the harbor tour boats and their crews would willingly bring them out. They lack onboard radar, but they do have radio. I have only to give the orders."
"Do so," Ilisidi said. "I don't think we are operating in overmuch secrecy now. What the wind brings us, the wind will bring."
"May one —" Bren said quietly, "may one also request we call Dur at this point? There is more than Hanks. There's some chance that Mercheson-paidhi has fled the island, and if she's done so, it would be a very light craft. With the storm, as I remember the map — she'd be blown straight west."
"Southeast, nadi."
"I've heard how strong the current is," Bren said. "But the wind —"
"Out of the northwest. The storm and the current, nand' paidhi, one assures you."
"The storm was out of the west. It was in our faces when we were camped. Was it not, nadiin-ji?"
"Northwest, Bren-ji," Jago said. "The Mogari-nai headland doesn't lie parallel to that of the south. It faces northwest."
His whole land-sense had been wrong. He'd looked at the map and believed west.
"The cliff is weathered, nand' paidhi," lord Geigi said, "by uncounted storms that wear away the headland. By waves that dash against those rocks. It's a dangerous place in a heavy sea. But since centuries ago, when atevi made the breakwater to protect the harbor from silting, the sand has come in all along that stretch and stopped against the stones. What flotsam conies in there is washed out by the next storm, but with that blow night before this, I'd look at Saduri Beach above all else. And I'd say every other sailor on this coast would make the same conclusion."
"It's a government reserve," Ilisidi said. "Does no one on this shore respect the signs?"
"Certainly the wrecks don't," lord Geigi said. "Baji-naji, they come there, 'Sidi-ji. And so will anyone who needs to find them."
"Direiso's lot had a freighter in here two days ago," Cenedi said. "A shipment of four heavy trucks. They moved out tonight and headed up the road to the breakwater. So they are thinking in the same direction."
Lights were showing in the windows. Boats were standing away from the shore. Gesirimu had rallied the fishermen. Lord Geigi had ties to Saduri as well as to his neighbors in Onondisi Bay.
The Peninsula's north shore had joined Shejidan, this time, in opposing the dissolution of the northern provinces.
"Well, well," Geigi said, looking back over the cushion, "we shall have help." He turned and picked up his glass. "In the meanwhile, if anyone would care to wash away the dust of travel, there is a lavatory just forward and to the left."
Jase got up and went forward. Quickly.
"Excuse me," Bren said, and Banichi came with him, across a deck he didn't think too unsteady; but he feared Jase's stomach did. The door was shut.
Bren gave a weary sigh. And leaned against the wall as they waited.
"At least," Banichi said, "he's not as sick as you were with the tea."
He'd forgotten that.
Mercifully.
"Have we," he asked Banichi, because it was the first chance he'd had since they'd made contact with Geigi, "any difficulty at Patinandi?"
"No, no, no," Banichi said softly, "Geigi could hardly put on tight security, as if he had any reason to fear his good neighbors. But certainly if the dowager has requested lord Geigi's assistance here, with smugglers, Tabini has to provide support and security." Banichi flashed a grin. "How did you and Jago get along?"
Banichi caught him utterly by surprise, and speechless.
The door opened. Jase was there, water soaking his face and the front of his hair, which strung mostly loose.
"Can one go out on deck?" Jase asked. "I want to look at the water."
"One can, but you might fall in. It's quite deep. And it's dark out there."
"I want to go outside," Jase said.
Bren looked at Banichi, who slid a glance toward the door not far removed from where they stood. It let out on the deck and a narrow walk to the fishing deck at the stern or the foredeck in front of the bridge.
They were in the middle of the harbor and it was cold out there in the wind, he fully anticipated that; but he nodded, and went back to the group in the salon to catch Jago's eye.
"We're going outside a moment," he said. "Jase needs air."
"One does understand," Jago said, and joined him in his going back to the door and out onto the deck.
Banichi and Jase had gone to the foredeck. Jase stood at the very point of the bow, in the wind and the spray. He'd be soaked, Bren thought. Banichi was out of his mind, standing by him like that.
He and Jago walked up to the rail.
"How deep is it?" Jase asked, over the rush of water and the noise of the engines.
"Oh —" He had no real idea. He guessed, since security didn't come up with the answer. "About thirty meters."
"We're high up, then."
It was an odd way of looking at the ocean. "I suppose we are."
"If you fall in, do you go to the bottom?"
Now he knew the direction of Jase's thoughts. And didn't like it.
"The waves bring you to the shore," he said, and didn't know how to explain that fact of oceans to a man from space. "Jase? Don't give up on her."
"I'm not giving up," Jase said. "I won't. I couldn't be sick, Bren. I thought I was. But it's better at night. You can see the stars."
One could. The land was black on either side of them. The water shone. There was a black line reaching far out across the harbor mouth; a light stood at the end of it and a line of light shone across the waves. That was the breakwater, extending south from the cliffs. That was where the beach was,
"There are boats out there in the distance," Jago said, she of the sharp eyesight. He couldn't see them.
"Beyond the breakwater," Banichi said, and lifted an arm. "We'll go out and around, paidhiin-ji. The road is running beside us at the moment, at the foot of the cliffs over there. If we'd dared rely on Saduri or the Atageini lord, we should have left you both in the township."
"No," Bren said. "I'm glad we're here. Just — how are we going to get in to shore in this boat, nadiin? We can't beach it."
"A good question," Banichi said, but didn't answer. Bren tried again.
"Can we get ashore, nadiin-ji?"
"We will go ashore, Bren-ji," Jago said. "If we have to go in, which is by no means certain yet."
"With us, you will!"
"Listen to your security, Bren-ji. Always listen to your security."
"Damn it, I was with you at Malguri, I was with you at Taiben."
"My partner," Jase said. "Nadiin, my partner and Hanks-paidhi. Out there."
"Bad numbers," Banichi said. "No."
"You're not a 'counter," Bren said, "nadi. I know you're not. Four is a perfectly fine number."
Banichi laughed and looked at the open sea ahead of them.
"You need translators, if it's humans involved."
"Jago-ji," Banichi said, "you stay with them. Felicitous three."
"No," Jago said.
"Your duty, Jago-ji. Someone has to keep them aboard."
"I am going," Bren said.
"No," Banichi said, "you are not, nand' paidhi. But you can watch."
He fell silent then, dejected, telling himself it was not fair of them, but neither was he of any use if he took Jago away from her partner simply to watch them.
"Then trust, Jago-ji, that I can remain safe with the guard aboard, and I will not risk Banichi's life by holding you here. You saved him at Malguri and again in the Marid —"
"An exaggeration," Banichi said.
"I want both of you back," Bren said. "Nadiin." The wind was like ice this far out in the harbor. The breakwater was very close. The boats were running dark. There was only the one light showing, that at the end of the breakwater rocks.
"Best get inside," Banichi said. "All of us. We'll be passing close to a sniper vantage, if they've positioned anyone to hold the harbor."
Banichi herded them back, back to the door. Against the glow from Saduri Township, even human eyes could see the fishing boats running behind them, six, seven, maybe more behind.
The light inside the salon was out. They were dark as all the other boats now. Bren felt his way the short distance to the salon, with Jase and Banichi and Jago behind him.
"Best everyone get down, nandiin," Banichi said. "We're coming up on the breakwater."
"A very good idea," Cenedi said. " 'Sidi-ji?"
"Damned nuisance," Ilisidi said. "You stay inside, 'Nedi-ji. There's nothing to be gained out there. Down!"
The dowager sat down on the floor. That settled the matter. They all sat down, low, beneath the woodwork, while the engines thumped placidly away.
And all of a sudden surged, as the fishing yacht proved what it had in reserve. They had to be passing the breakwater light, the one vantage for ambush.
Jase was tucked down. Bren held his breath as the deck tilted sharply to port under the power of the engines; and all of a sudden the boat shook and rocked and something exploded against the hull and the superstructure at once.
"Damn!" Geigi cried, as the diesels roared and the deck pitched hard on the beam on the other tack. Starboard, this time, canted way over. The boat's course was an arc. And they were surely beyond the breakwater. "We've not lost an engine," Geigi said, which was the first thing to think in a veering motion. By the sound, that was correct, but the pilot up on the bridge must have jammed the wheel all the way over to starboard and if they were past the breakwater they had to be turning back to —
The boat's keel hit something, the engines kept driving, one roaring dry as the starboard side hull hit and bounced along rock. Cushions and bodies and glassware and the remnants of the stern window all traveled toward the bulkhead as Jase and Bren slid down the hall toward the door that swung wildly on its hinges.
"Get out!" Banichi shouted as motion slowed. "We're full of fuel!"
"Do it!" Bren cried, shoving at Jase. They were closest to the door, and the door had come open, the whole boat listing over hard as it swayed and bobbed and scraped along the shore, pushed by the sea and its last working engine. "Get out!"
Jase moved, half-fell through the open door and slid against the rail, Bren right with him and someone else close behind him. Gunfire hammered at the hull as they went over the rail and dropped into waist-deep water.
Someone and a second someone landed beside them with two distinct splashes. "Keep down," Banichi's voice said. "Keep below the tide line! Stay near the water unless the tank blows!"
He took the advice, his hand in the middle of Jase's back as they moved aside to give others room to exit the still-moving boat, which was grinding and scraping its way along rocks, its engines both dead now, the waves pushing at it. They were on the breakwater. Others of their group splashed down and they made their way further toward the bow. Fire was still coming at them.
"Where's Lasari?" Geigi's voice cried. "Lasari! Casurni, he's not answering."
"Get clear, nandi!" someone said. "I'll get him out!"
Gunfire boomed out, a large gun, from somewhere astern and in the dark.
It hit the cliffs.
"I've got him," someone said. "Geigi-ji, I have him, I'm coming down!"
A hand found Bren's arm. "Move, nadiin! That rock!"
He couldn't see what she wanted. But he moved ahead, keeping low, and Jase was with them. Someone, two or three, splashed past the three of them, and flattened down on the rocks and got up and ran again, as gunfire aimed at the boat thumped and echoed off the cliffs.
'They're trying to blow the boat up," Jago said.
"Where is the dowager?" he asked. "Where's Banichi?"
"Just go, paidhiin-ji!"
He could see cover ahead now, Jago's rock, a huge boulder embedded in sand; and sand kicked up where bullets hit it.
He dived behind the rock and Jase went down with him, Jago atop them, for a second. Then Jago was seeking targets in the rocks at the foot of the cliffs, the height above them that of Mogari-nai. He remembered — for the first time remembered — he had a gun. It was jabbing him in the ribs; and he dragged it out and slipped the safety off.
"Can you see anything?" he asked.
"We are —"
Jago shoved herself around the rock, slammed them into the rock and the sand, and a shot went off to their right flank, and a second, answering shot banged out right beside him from Jago's gun, so close to his face he was in danger of powder burns.
He couldn't see. "Stay down!" Jago said, and used her pocket com, telling Banichi something in vocal code.
An answer came back. He couldn't hear. His ears were still ringing from the gunshot. Jase was breathing hard, Jago's elbow and a lump of rock were both in painful places, but he didn't move, nor did Jase.
Another paired set of shots resounded near at hand as Jago's body jumped, and a succession of shots went off, two of them hers. He saw a gun flash: he fired back; and heard a scatter of gunfire elsewhere.
Then in a thump of sound and glare that cast the rock breakwater and the sand in stark light and shadow — the boat's fuel tanks blew. He saw a figure, the man he must have shot, lying flat on the beach near them.
Then other atevi figures started running across the rocks from the boat and toward the action.
"That's Cenedi," Jago said, with no breath. And he hoped to God she meant the running ones.
"Are you hit?" he asked Jago. "Jago-ji, are you all right?" He shook at her, and then for whatever reason she caught a breath. "Are you hit?"
"Bruised — bruised, nadi." Gunfire was still thumping and popping from further away, as in the continuing, fainter light of the burning boat, he probed past her fingers where the leather of her coat was shredded. His hands met the bulletproof lining beneath that, and that fabric had a stiffened dent where kinetic reflex fibers had absorbed the force and taken that shape permanently.
One of the new plastics. For the space program.
"Stay in shadow," she said, and held her side and braced herself to reload. "One is grateful, nadi," she said between her teeth. "But if Banichi finds us sitting here, I will hear about it often. We need better cover."
The water was lit like a carnival. Gunfire was coming at them from along the bottom of the cliffs, where the sandy beach offered dunes and cover. And there, at the limit of the light from Geigi's boat, another sail-driven yacht lay in a wreckage the mirror-image of their own, heeled over on the sand. Inflatable runabouts were beached near it, three of them.
"God." He nudged Jago. Jago hadn't seen the wreck, either, until then. She made a call on the pocket com, and this time, crouched very close to Jago and in a lull in the gunfire, he heard Banichi's voice:
"I see it," Banichi said. "I see no sign of movement."
A concentrated fire swept the beach and knocked chips off the boulder.
"One would suggest you stay down, " Banichi said.
"One would suggest you do the same," Jago retorted, and did not seem happy — evidently not believing Banichi would take his own advice. She turned on one knee, crouching low, and took a fast look.
Very fast. Fire blasted back and kicked up sand that Bren spat and wiped from his face.
"We are in a predicament," Jago said. "I have position. I'm going to move quickly, Bren-ji, and I must ask you stay here. You have your gun. I want you to fire ten shots, above my head, please, while I run for the rocks a little closer. Then I will lay down fire to cover Banichi and Casurni, who will move. Ten will empty your clip." She pressed a clip into his hand. "Reload as rapidly as you can and please aim above me."
"Jago —"
"I must trust you to do this, nadi," Jago said. "Can you see the gunflashes?"
Fire was going on. He did see, risking a look. "Yes."
"Begin firing, Bren-ji. Now!"
She didn't give him a chance to protest. She ran. He fired, putting shots as accurately as he could toward that mark, and someone else was firing, he thought maybe Banichi and maybe someone else.
But fire came back. Jago staggered and went down, and got up, and he fired, pacing his shots. Jago was hurt, trying to run; and then someone from their side broke from cover and reached her and swept her along just as he ran out of bullets.
"Damn!" he gasped, and tried to reload calmly, rammed the clip in and fired as rock shattered and something stung his chin. He saw the two figures reach cover and then open fire — two discharges of weapons.
"She made it! They made it!" Jase said beside him. "Incandescent."
He held his fire maybe two seconds, having maybe seven, eight shots left. Then fire started up again, Jago's and, he guessed, Banichi's, which was covering Geigi's man, Casurni. It was too rapid for just one. He opened fire to support them.
Then —
"Bren!" Jase said, and distracted him to the side, where firelit movement out on the water caught his eye.
Something huge was coming in from the sea, past the wreck of the yacht, like some floating white monster with a mouth gaping dark and wide, an incredible sight, lit by the fire of the burning boat.
It rammed itself onto the sand between them and the wrecked yacht down the beach. A broad ramp came thumping down and a tide of atevi poured out onto the beach, guns in hand. The sign on the superstructure said Dur-Saduri.
"God," he said, as fire spattered across the beach.
"What is it?" Jase asked.
He said, faintly, not quite believing his own conclusion, "I think it's the Dur island ferry."