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One morning when he woke, Rovigo had an image that lingered in his mind, of the great floods of solidly packed river ice he had glimpsed many years ago far to the south on a long voyage down the coast of QuileiaAnd in his mind-picture, as he lay in bed, suspended between asleep and fully awake, he had seemed to see that ice breaking up and the river waters beginning to run again, carrying the floes crashing and grinding down to the sea
Over khav that same morning, standing in the kitchen, he had announced that he was going into town to see about equipping the Maid for her first run of the season down to Tregea, with goods, perhaps wine, perhaps Edinio's wine, to trade for a ship's hold's worth of early spring wool and Tregean goat's cheese
It was an impulsive decision, but not an inappropriate oneHe usually made a run south in the spring, if a little later in the season, mostly for trade, partly to learn what he could for AlessanHe had been doing it for years, for both reasons, ever since he'd met Alessan and Baerd, spending a long night in a southern tavern with them, and coming away with the knowledge of a shared passion of the soul and a cause that might be a lifetime in the unfolding
So this spring voyage was a part of his yearly routineWhat was not, what was truly impulsive, was his offer, between one sip of early morning khav and the next, to take Alais with him
His eldest, his pride, his clever oneHe thought her beautiful beyond wordsNo one had asked for her handAnd though he knew she was truly pleased for Selvena and not grieving at all for herself, this knowledge didn't stop him from feeling a difficult sorrow whenever he looked at her amid the already building excitement of Selvena's wedding preparations
So he asked her, a little too casually, if she wanted to come with him, and Alix glanced up quickly chanel quilted bag classic black from her labors in the kitchen with a sharp, worried look in her dark eyes, and Alais said, even more quickly, with a fervor rare for her: "Oh, Triad, yes! I would love to come!"
It happened to be her dream
One of her oldest dreams, never requested, never even spoken aloudAlais could feel how high her tell-tale color had suddenly becomeShe watched her father and mother exchange a glanceThere were times when she envied them that communion of their eyesNo words were spoken, they didn't seem to need words much of the timeThen Alais saw her mother nod, and she turned in time to catch her father's slow smile in response to that, and she knew she was going to sea in the Maid for the first time in her life
She had wanted to do so for so long she couldn't even think back to a time when the desire hadn't been thereShe remembered being a small girl, light enough to be lifted up by her father while her mother carried Selvena, going down to the harbor in Astibar to see the new ship that was the key to their small fortune in the world
And she had loved it so muchThe three masts, they had seemed so tall to her then, aspiring toward the sky, the dark-haired figurehead of a maiden at the prow, the bright-blue coat of fresh paint along the railings, the creak of the ropes and the timberAnd the harbor itself: the smell of pitch and pine and fish and ale and cheese, wool and spice and leatherThe rumble of carts laden with goods going away to some far part of the known world, or coming in from distant places with names that were a kind of magic to her
A sailor in red and green walked by with a monkey on his shoulder and her father called a familiar greeting to himHer father seemed to be at home here, he knew these men, the wild, exotic places from which they came and wentShe heard shouts and sudden raucous laughter and voices raised mulberry bayswater bag in profane dispute over the weight of this or the cost of thatThen someone cried out that there were dolphins in the bay; that was when her father had lifted her up on his shoulders so she might see them
Selvena had begun to cry at all the fierce commotion, Alais remembered, and they had gone back to their cart shortly after and ridden away, past the watchful, looming presence of the Barbadians, big, fair-haired men on their big horses, guarding the harbor of AstibarShe had been too young to understand what they were about, but her father's abrupt silence and expressionless face, riding by them, had told her somethingLater, she learned a great deal more, growing up into the occupied reality of her world
Her love of the ships and the harbor had never gone awayWhenever she could she would go with Rovigo down to the waterIt was easier in winter, when they all moved to the town house in Astibar, but even in spring and summer and early fall she would find excuses, reasons and ways to accompany him into town and down to where the Maid was berthedShe gloried in the scene, and at night she dreamt her dreams of oceans opening before her and salt spray off the wavesWomen did not go to seaAnd dutiful, intelligent daughters never troubled their fathers by even asking to be allowed such a thingBut it seemed that, sometimes, on some mornings completely unforeseen, Eanna could look down from among her lights in the sky, and smile, and something miraculous might be freely offered that would never have been sought
It seemed she was a good sailor, adjusting easily to the swing and roll of the ship on the waves as the coastline of Astibar scrolled by on their rightThey sailed north along the bay and then threaded their way through the islands of the Archipelago and into the wideness of the open sea, Rovigo and his five seamen sale gucci handbags handling the ship with an ease that seemed to her both relaxed and preciseAlais was exhilarated, watching everything in this unknown world with an intensity that made them laugh and tease her for itThere was no malice in the jests though; she had known all five of these men for most of her life
They swung around the northern tip of the province; a cape of storms, one of the men told herBut that spring day it was an easy, mild place, and she stood at the railing as they turned back south, and watched the green hills of her province pass by, sloping down to the white sand of the shores and the fishing villages dotted along the coast
A few nights later there was a storm, off the cliffs of northern TregeaRovigo had seen it coming at sunset, or smelled it in the air, but the coastline was rocky and forbidding here, with no place to put in for shelterThey braced for the squall, a respectful distance off shore to keep clear of the rocksWhen it hit, Alais was down below in her cabin, to keep out of the way
Even this weather, she was grateful to discover, didn't bother her very muchThere was nothing pleasant about it, feeling the Sea Maid groan and shake, buffeted in darkness by wind and rain, but she told herself that her father had endured infinitely worse in thirty years at sea, and she was not going to let herself be frightened or discomfited by a minor spring squall from the east
She made a point of going back up on deck as soon as she felt the waves and the wind die downIt was still raining, and she covered her head with the hood of her capeCareful to stay clear of where the men were laboring, she stood at one rail and looked upEast of them the swiftly scudding clouds revealed rifts of clear sky and briefly Vidomni's light shone throughLater the wind died down even more, the rain stopped and the clouds broke up, and she saw fake louis vuitton wallet Eanna's bright, far stars come out above the sea, like a promise, like a giftShe pushed back her hood and shook out her dark hairShe took a deep breath of the fresh clean air, and knew a moment of perfect happiness
She looked over and saw that her father was watching herHe did not return the smile, but as he walked over she could see that his eyes were tender and graveHe leaned on the rail beside her, looking west at the coastlineWater glistened in his hair and in the short beard he was growingNot far away, a series of dark, massive forms touched by the moonlight, the cliffs of Tregea moved slowly by
"It is in you," her father said quietly, over the slap and sigh of the waves"In your heart and in your bloodYou have it more than I do, from my father and from his He was silent a moment, then slowly shook his head, "But Alais, my darling, a woman cannot live a life at seaNot in the world as it isClear and bright as the glitter of white Vidomni's light upon the wavesLaid out and then undone in such simple wordsSaid, a speech long rehearsed, never spoken: "You have no sonsWill you surrender the Maid and all you have worked to achieve when you when you no longer wish to pursue this life?"
"When I die?" He said it gently, but something heavy and hurtful took shape, pressing upon her heartShe looped her hand through the crook of his arm, holding tight, and moved nearer to him, to lean her head on his shoulder
They were silent, watching the cliffs go by and the play of moonlight on the seaThe ship was never quiet, but she liked the noises it madeShe had fallen asleep the past few nights hearing the Sea Maid's endless litany of sounds as a night song
She said, her head still on his shoulder, "Could I be taught? To help you in your business, I meanEven if not to actually sail on the journeys
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