on tiptoes and leaned farther out over the railing。 Miriamele turned her head away。 A moment later the monk settled back； wiping his mouth with his sleeve。 A spatter of rain drifted across the deck。
〃And you； Lady；〃 he said； 〃does nothing bother you？〃
She bit back a mocking reply。 He looked truly pathetic； his few strands of hair pasted flat； his eyes dark…rimmed。 〃Many things； but not being on a boat at sea。〃
〃Count yourself blessed；〃 he mumbled； then turned back to sag against the rail once more。 Instead； his eyes widened。 He screeched in shock and tumbled backward； falling rump…first to the deck。
〃Bones of Anaxos！〃 he shouted。 〃Save us！ What is it？！〃
Miriamele stepped to the rail to see a gray head bobbing in the saddle of the waves。 It was vaguely manlike； hairless yet unsealed； sleek as a dolphin； with a red…rimmed； toothless mouth and eyes like rotting blackberries。 The flexible mouth rounded into a circle as though it would sing。 It gave out a strange； gurgling hoot； then slipped beneath the waves； showing a glimpse of long…toed； webbed feet as it dove。 A moment later the nub of head appeared again a little closer to the ship。 It watched them。
Miriamele's stomach fluttered。 〃Kilpa；〃 she whispered。
〃It is horrible；〃 Cadrach said； still crouching below the wale。 〃It has the face of a damned soul。〃
The empty black eyes followed Miriamele as she moved a few steps up the railing。 She understood the monk clearly。 The kilpa was far more horrifying than any mere animal could be； no matter how savage…so dreadfully near…human； yet so devoid of anything that looked like human feeling or understanding。
〃I have not seen one in years；〃 she said slowly； unable to tear her eyes away。 〃1 don't think I have ever seen one so close。〃 Her thoughts tumbled back to her childhood； to a trip she had taken with her mother Hylissa from Nabban to the island of Vinitta。 Kilpa had glided in and out of their wake； and to the younger Miriamele they had seemed almost sportive； like porpoises or flying fish。 Seeing this one so closely； she now understood why her mother had hastily dragged her from the rail。 She shuddered。
〃You say that you have seen them before； my lady？〃 a voice asked。 She whirled to find Aspitis standing behind her； his hand resting on crouching Cadrach's shoulder。 The monk looked quite sick。
〃On a long…ago visit to。。。 to Wentmouth；〃 she said hastily。 〃They are terrible； aren't they？〃
Aspitis nodded slowly； staring at Miriamele rather than the slick gray thing bobbing off the stern rail。 〃I hadn't realized that kilpa traveled into cold northern waters；〃 he said。
〃Doesn't Gan Itai keep them away？〃 she said； trying to change the subject。 〃Why has this one e so close？〃
〃Because the Niskie is exhausted and is sleeping for a while； and also because the kilpa have bee very bold。〃 Aspitis bent and picked a square…headed iron nail off the deck； then pitched it at the silent watcher。 It splashed a foot from the kilpa's noseless； earless head。 The black eyes did not blink。 〃They are more active than I have ever heard of； these days；〃 the earl said。 〃They have swarmed several small craft since the winter； and even a few large ones。〃 He hurriedly raised a hand on which gold rings sparkled。 〃But fear not； Lady Marya。 There is no better singer than my Gan Itai。〃
〃That thing is a horror and I am ill。〃 Cadrach groaned。 〃I must go and lie myself down。〃 He ignored Aspitis' proffered hand and clambered to his feet； then went stumbling away。
The earl turned and shouted instructions to the crewmen swarming in the wind…buffeted rigging。 ' We must reef the sails；' he said by way of explanation。 ' There is a very fierce storm ing； and we can only ride it out。〃 As if to underscore his point； lightning flashed once more on the northern horizon。 〃Perhaps you would be good enough to join me for my evening meal。〃 Thunder came rolling across the swells； a flurry of rain swept over them。 〃That way； your guardian can be given some pnvacy to recuperate； and you need not be without pany if the storm grows frightening。〃 He smiled； showing even teeth。
Miriamele felt tempted but cautious。 There was an impression of coiled strength to Aspitis； as though some potential were being hidden so as not to frighten。 In a way； it reminded her of old Duke Isgrimnur； who treated women with gentle； almost excessive deference； as though his blundenng bluffness might at any time escape his control and burst forth to shock and offend。 Aspitis； too； seemed to hold something in check。 It was a quality she found intriguing。
〃Thank you； your Lordship；〃 she said at last。 〃I would be honored… you will have to excuse me； though； if I must leave from time to time to see that Brother Cadrach is not suffering too badly for want of aid or pany。〃
〃Did you not；〃 Aspitis said； smoothly taking her arm； 〃you would not be the good and gentle lady that you are。 I can see that you two are as close as family； that you respect Cadrach as you would a beloved uncle。〃
Miriamele could not help looking over her shoulder as Aspitis led her across the deck； beneath the crewmen shouting at each other in the rigging so they could be heard above the wall of the wind。 The kilpa still floated m the rough green seas； watching solemnly as a priest； its open mouth a round black hole。
The earl's squire； a thin； whey…faced young man with a resentful frown； directed the two pages as they loaded the table with fruit and bread and white cheese。 Thures； the smaller of the pages； tottered out beneath the weight of a salver bearing a cold joint of beef。 The boy stayed to assist； handing the squire a new carving untensil each time that artist impatiently waved his hand。 The little page seemed clever…his dark eyes watched the pasty…faced squire intently for the slightest sign…but the bad…tempered older boy nevertheless found several opportunities to cuff him for his slowness。
〃You seem very fortable on a ship； Lady Marya；〃 Aspitis said； smiling as he filled a wine goblet from a beautiful brass ewer。 He had his other page carry it around the table to her。 〃Have you been at sea before？ It is a long way from Cellodshire to what we in Nabban call the Veir Maynis…the Great Green。〃
Miriamele silently cursed herself。 Perhaps Cadrach was right。 She should have thought of a simpler story to tell。 〃Yes I mean； no； I haven't。 Not really。〃 She took a long； studied sip of wine； forcing herself to smile back at the earl despite its sourness。 〃We traveled on shipboard down the Gleniwent several times。 I have been on the Kynslagh as well。 〃 She took another long sip and realized she had emptied the goblet。 She set it down； embarrassed。 What would this man think of her？ 〃
〃Who is we？〃
〃I beg your pardon？〃 She guiltily pushed the goblet away； but Aspitis took this as a sign and refilled it； pushing it back to her side of the rimmed table with an understanding smile。 As the cabin pitched with the boat's motion； the wine threatened to overtop the edge of the goblet。 Miriamele picked it up； holding it very gingerly。
〃I said； who is 'we'； Lady Marya； if I may ask？ You and your guardian？ You and your family？ You mentioned your father； Baron。。。 Baron 。。。〃 He frowned。 〃A thousand apologies； I've forgotten his name。〃
Miriamele had forgotten also。 She covered her moment of panic with another sip of wine； it became rather a long sip as she struggled with her memory。 The name she had chosen came back at last。 She swallowed。
〃Baron Seoman。〃
〃Of course…Baron Seoman。 Was that who took you down the Gleniwent？〃
She nodded her head； hoping not to get into any further trouble。
〃And your mother？〃
〃Dead。〃
〃Ah。〃 Aspitis' golden face became somber as a cloud…curtained sun。 〃Forgive me。 I am being rude； asking so many questions。 I am terribly sorry to hear that。〃
Miriamele had a moment of inspiration。 〃She died in the plague last year。〃
The earl nodded。 〃So many did。 Tell me； Lady Marya…if you will allow me one last and quite forward question…is there a special man to whom you are promised？
〃No；〃 she answered quickly； then wondered if she could have given a better and less potentially trouble