Sea Of Ghosts Part 28

Shut up!

The chatter stopped. Briana found herself shivering, suddenly afraid that her outburst would be recognized for what it was. A reaction prompted by the anguish of too many foreign thoughts pa.s.sing through her head. The others would think that she was breaking down. Am I breaking down? Am I breaking down? Briana kept that thought to herself. She counted to five, slowly, trying to relax her thumping heart. Communication across the entire empire had momentarily ceased, and Briana could feel the Haurstaf network trembling with uncertainty. She swallowed hard and sent out another message: Briana kept that thought to herself. She counted to five, slowly, trying to relax her thumping heart. Communication across the entire empire had momentarily ceased, and Briana could feel the Haurstaf network trembling with uncertainty. She swallowed hard and sent out another message: Keep all communication on a peer-to-peer basis until further notice. The next voice I hear is going to find herself cleaning Port Awl horses with her tongue. She could almost hear a thousand groans reverberating through the ensuing silence. Yellow- and amber-grade psychics would be unable to maintain such intense concentration for long. She could almost hear a thousand groans reverberating through the ensuing silence. Yellow- and amber-grade psychics would be unable to maintain such intense concentration for long.

The lookouts have spotted a ship to the south.

Briana was about to lash out in anger, when she recognized the voice in her head. It was Pascal, aboard her companion ship, Trumpet Trumpet.

It's Hu's steam yacht, the young psychic added. And it's following us. And it's following us.

Granger?

Briana pulled on her boots, gloves and storm mask, wrapped her whaleskin cloak around her shoulders and hurried above deck. Freezing rain lashed her cloak, and the wind snapped at the sails above her. Howlish had trimmed the mainsail and taken down the spinnaker. Even so, the storm was forcing him to luff. The rigging thrummed like plucked wire; the masts groaned. Masked crewmen were busy tying down the spinnaker and securing the fore jib. Under the heavy clouds the Mare Lux looked as dark and angry as she had ever seen it, a great shuddering cauldron of brine. She could smell it through the filters of her mask. The Herald Herald's sister ships, Trumpet Trumpet and and Radiant Song Radiant Song, lay some distance off the starboard side, their red hulls rising and then crashing down through the waves. Briana grabbed a rail and scanned the southern horizon. There! A single plume of smoke. There! A single plume of smoke.

Howlish was in a jovial mood. After Briana had removed her mask and dumped it on the wheelhouse bench, he said. 'Good morning, ma'am. Fine day for it, don't you think?'

Briana shucked off her cloak. 'A fine day for what?'

'For sinking the emperor's flagship, ma'am.' The captain exchanged a glance with the navigation officer.

'Don't tempt me,' she replied.

'We could always claim he attacked us.'

She smiled thinly. 'Not even Hu's going to believe that one man operated the Excelsior Excelsior's cannon a.r.s.enal. Are there any other vessels in sight?'

'The horizon's clear, ma'am.'

'Can we run ahead of her?'

Howlish shook his head. 'Not in this wind, ma'am,' he said. 'We'd only tear the Herald Herald to pieces. The to pieces. The Excelsior Excelsior's engines give her a huge power advantage over us.' He glanced at his pocket watch. 'At her present speed she'll be alongside in about ninety minutes.'

Briana peeled off her gloves and threw them down on top of her cloak. Dealing with an angry father was the last thing she needed right now, especially one who didn't appear to be the sort to give up and go away quietly. How would Ianthe react? Briana sighed. Sinking her old man might be the best solution after all.

'Ready the ship for battle,' she said to Howlish. 'And signal the Trumpet Trumpet and and Song Song to do likewise.' to do likewise.'

'Signal?' Howlish asked. 'You want us to use the signal lantern?'

Briana nodded. 'I don't want these orders pa.s.sing through the Haurstaf network,' she said. 'Pascal and Windflower are to maintain telepathic silence. We need to be able to deny all knowledge. And not a word of this to Ianthe.'

'Very good, ma'am.'

Howlish ordered full munitions crews to the gun decks and the Herald Herald's sails trimmed further, sacrificing speed for increased manoeuvrability in these high winds. Guild riflemen took up positions fore and aft, while the rest of the crew battened down in readiness. Signal lanterns flashed between the three Haurstaf vessels.

They were ready long before the Excelsior Excelsior drew near. drew near.

Briana watched the steam yacht approach through the stern-castle telescope. She was two-thirds the length of the Haurstaf men-o'-war, but much lower and sleeker, with a single mast and three funnels behind the bridge. Judging by the amount of smoke she was disgorging, Granger was driving her engines hard. Her copper-clad bow cut through the waves like a dagger. Her cannon hatches were open, and the breeches of those antique guns gleamed along both sides of her hull. The sight of those guns unsettled Briana, but she tried to dismiss her nerves. Granger couldn't possibly have found a crew to man them.

She returned to the hush of the wheelhouse to find Howlish in quiet conversation with the helmsman, signal officer and navigator. Howlish looked up at her arrival. 'The Trumpet Trumpet and and Song Song are about to engage,' he said. 'They'll fall back and signal a warning while we maintain our speed and heading. With any luck we can draw him between their guns. I don't expect the are about to engage,' he said. 'They'll fall back and signal a warning while we maintain our speed and heading. With any luck we can draw him between their guns. I don't expect the Excelsior Excelsior to give us much trouble.' to give us much trouble.'

Briana nodded, but the uneasy feeling remained in her gut.

'There they go now,' Howlish said.

The two Haurstaf men-o'-war dropped behind, the Song Song maintaining her present heading while the maintaining her present heading while the Trumpet Trumpet close-hauled westward across the close-hauled westward across the Herald Herald's stern. Granger's steam yacht did not deviate from its heading. It came thundering on, smoke pouring from its three funnels as it cleaved through the waves towards the waiting men-o'-war.

'The Trumpet Trumpet will start to signal now,' Howlish said. will start to signal now,' Howlish said.

Briana saw the Trumpet Trumpet's signal lantern flashing repeatedly upon her quarterdeck. Granger made no reply but kept to his same steady course. He was going to pa.s.s between the two warships. 'Why would he do that?' Briana said. 'Why expose himself to danger?' She watched the steam yacht draw level with the Trumpet Trumpet.

Howlish nodded to the signal officer. 'Tell them to open fire.'

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack.

The sound of cannon blasts rattled the dome's duskgla.s.s panes. Flashes of firelight lit the waters between Granger's yacht and the Haurstaf man-o'-war. A heartbeat pa.s.sed before Briana realized that the flashes had come from the wrong wrong ship. Granger's vessel had opened fire on the warship. ship. Granger's vessel had opened fire on the warship.

'The Excelsior Excelsior just fired on the just fired on the Trumpet Trumpet,' the signal officer said.

Howlish looked aghast. 'He has a crew aboard?'

'He's blown a hole in her gun deck.'

'Why isn't she responding?' Howlish said.

'I see fires, captain.'

Crack, crack, crack, crack.

The steam yacht fired on the Trumpet Trumpet again. Through the drifting smoke, Briana glimpsed fires blooming amidst the warship's shattered gun deck. And then an explosion blew out the man-o'-war's entire port side, throwing a cloud of wood splinters and dragon scales across the dark waters. again. Through the drifting smoke, Briana glimpsed fires blooming amidst the warship's shattered gun deck. And then an explosion blew out the man-o'-war's entire port side, throwing a cloud of wood splinters and dragon scales across the dark waters.

Boom, boom, boom.

'The Song Song is responding, Captain.' is responding, Captain.'

By now the second Haurstaf warship had closed on the yacht and opened fire. A score of artillery sh.e.l.ls tore through the yacht's port bulwark and bowsprit, shredding her foredeck and the upper corner of her wheelhouse. Sc.r.a.ps of wood puffed skywards, but the shots had been too high to do any real damage.

Crack, crack, crack, crack . . .

'Port-side guns.'

The steam yacht's cannons fired with a series of yellow flashes. Six, eight, then ten Valcinder cannons pummelled the Song Song's hull in a full broadside attack. And still the shots kept coming, twelve, fifteen guns, the cannonb.a.l.l.s smashing the warship's armour to dust.

'The b.a.s.t.a.r.d has a full gun crew in there,' Howlish said.

The Trumpet Trumpet was fully ablaze now and going down fast. Smoke engulfed the was fully ablaze now and going down fast. Smoke engulfed the Song Song, but Briana thought she spied flames there too. The second warship was turning now, attempting to take herself out of the path of Granger's guns while bringing her remaining cannons to bear on the yacht's stern.

Briana heard Pascal's voice burst into her head: We need a.s.sistance. I'm calling the Guild. We need a.s.sistance. I'm calling the Guild.

Do not not contact the Guild contact the Guild, Briana replied. Maintain silence. Maintain silence.

We're on fire, Pascal exclaimed. Going down fast. Going down fast.

Maintain silence, Briana insisted. She broadcast the order to both women on the two men-o'-war. We're coming to help. We're coming to help. She turned to Captain Howlish and said, 'Do something, help them.' She turned to Captain Howlish and said, 'Do something, help them.'

'Two seventy degrees,' Howlish growled to the helmsman. 'Guns to bear on the enemy's bow.'

'Aye, Captain.'

We're safe enough. Briana told herself. However mad Granger was, he wasn't likely to kill his own daughter.

GD DENY REQ/VERIFY CONFIRM REQ/a.s.sIST

Granger punched the commands into the comspool and depressed the release valve. The orders would be meaningless to any crewman, but Granger didn't have any crewmen aboard. What he did have was a comspool on the gun deck retrofitted with the flintlocks he'd removed from forty-eight Valcinder Ferredales and attached to the breech vents of those same cannons via a web of rapid-burning fuse cord. For good measure, he'd dipped the ends of each fuse in a concoction of sulphur, glue and yellow phosphorus.

It seemed to be doing the trick.

A few seconds later he heard the concussions from below deck as the cannons fired. Four more rounds of heavy iron shot smashed into the Haurstaf warship on his port side. She was trying to reach now, which was fine by Granger. Evidently the warship's captain did not know the state of his own gun deck.

Granger's real target lay ahead of him. The Irillian Herald Irillian Herald was turning about now, bringing her guns to bear on his bow. And Granger had every intention of letting her do so. He picked up one of the maps lying on the console and wrote across it in big bold letters: was turning about now, bringing her guns to bear on his bow. And Granger had every intention of letting her do so. He picked up one of the maps lying on the console and wrote across it in big bold letters: THIS IS YOUR FATHER, IANTHE.I'M TAKING YOU HOME.

'Ethan Maskelyne wishes to speak to you, ma'am.'

Briana turned to find one of the men she'd left guarding Maske-lyne's stateroom standing in the wheelhouse doorway. 'What?'

'He says it is extremely important.'

'Not now.' She dismissed the guard with a wave of her hand. Everything seemed to be happening at once. Howlish was bringing the ship into battle. The signal officer was flashing the Song, Song, trying to ascertain the extent of her damage. trying to ascertain the extent of her damage.

The guard glanced around him, then spoke in a low voice. 'I beg your pardon, ma'am, but he says the captain is an idiot and is doing exactly what Colonel Granger wants him to.'

'How the h.e.l.l does Maskelyne know what's going on?'

The guard shrugged. 'I don't know, ma'am. He was the one who told me.'

'And now you believe he knows how to get us out of this?'

'He's Ethan Maskelyne, ma'am.'

Briana sighed. She turned to Howlish. 'How long till we're in range?'

'Minutes, ma'am.'

'Then I don't have time,' she said to the guard. 'If it's so important, he can write me a note.' She sent the guard away.

By now Howlish had turned the Haurstaf warship into the wind. The deck pitched as the Herald Herald's sails took up the strain. Rain lashed the wheelhouse gla.s.s. Spume burst against the bulwark and showered the Guild mariners fighting to control the boom. To starboard, Granger's yacht bore down on them at tremendous speed, her funnels steaming, her bow rising and then crashing down through the dark and frothing waters.

'Range shot,' Howlish said.

First officer Lum rang the bell pipe, then waited for a heartbeat and rang it again. The comspool on the navigation console began to chatter in response. He scanned the tape. 'Confirmed. Ranging to starboard now, sir.'

Moments later, one of the Herald Herald's cannon fired. A single sh.e.l.l flew out across the sea, but landed short of Granger's yacht.

'Range is good,' Howlish said. 'One through twenty, red stations.'

The first officer rang the bell pipe again, then paused before making three more rings in rapid succession. The comspool began chattering almost immediately. 'Red stations one through twenty firing now, sir. Confirmed.'

This time twenty of the Herald Herald's cannons fired at once. The combined noise of the concussions rattled the duskgla.s.s panes. A great burst of smoke erupted from the side of the warship as twenty artillery sh.e.l.ls arced across the s.p.a.ce between the two ships. Most of the missiles flew wide, but two of them found their target. The uppermost section of the steam yacht's bow imploded as the heavy sh.e.l.ls tore through.

'Strike confirmed,' the first officer said. 'Upper bow.'

The bell pipe rang twice.

'Re-range for six knots and scatter,' Howlish said. 'Twenty through forty, red stations.'

'Twenty through forty. Re-range and scatter. Aye, sir.'

The second barrage tore part of the roof off the steam yacht's wheelhouse and blew a funnel cleat and cable away, but the Haurstaf gunners missed the bow entirely. The other ship came steaming straight towards them, faster than ever.

Howlish yawned. 'Bear away,' he said. 'Ready chasers. Port guns one through twenty, red stations. Fire crews to stand by.'

'She's not deviating, sir,' the first officer said.

'She'll deviate. Ring the commands, Officer Lum.'

Bells sounded outside. The helmsman spun the wheel. Out on the storm-blown deck Guild mariners began hauling in the mainsail. Slowly, the warship turned her stern towards the approaching yacht.

The first officer frowned. 'She's still not deviating, sir,' he said in a hushed voice. 'She going to hit us.'

Howlish's eyes narrowed. 'What is the madman doing? He'll sink us both. Fire the chasers.'

The first officer began madly ringing the bell pipe.

But Briana could see that it was too late. Granger's ship was going to crash into them.

'Broad reach,' Howlish cried.

The comspool began to chatter out tape.

'Chasers ready, sir.'

'Leave the chasers. Put us on a broad reach now.'

The helmsman spun the wheel back.

Through the driving rain Briana saw the steam yacht bearing down on them, waves crashing against its thunderbolt-wielding figurehead. A solitary figure stood at the wheel amidst the shattered bridge. The Herald Herald's stern was now inching away, but not fast enough. Briana tensed for the impact.