Wahsi was still scowling. Antonina sighed again.
Exasperated, now: “Do you really think Malwa spies in Aila are going to match numbers with Malwa spies at the other end of the Red Sea in order to make sure they have the same count of the ships in that huge fleet? Do you really think anyone saw twelve ships come about, after nightfall, and sail back? Do you really think Malwa agents can see in the dark? We were out of sight of land when we passed Adulis, and we stayed out of sight until we reached the Hadrawmat.” She concluded firmly: “The only ones who spotted us were the Arab fishermen of the coast, and we’ve got them with us now.”
Wahsi had no argument. But his expression was still mulish.
Ousanas, lounging against the rail nearby, had been following the conversation. When he spoke, his own face was more serious than normal.
“Still, Antonina, Wahsi raises a good point.” Ousanas gestured with his head toward the flotilla of Arab dhows trailing the Ethiopian warships. “What will they do, once they discover they’ve been swindled?”
Antonina shrugged. “They’ll be very unhappy with me, I imagine. So what? They’re hardly likely to attack us. Those flea-bitten bandits have no more stomach for taking on Ethiopian warships than Malwa ones.”
Wahsi stopped rubbing his shoulders against the mast and stood erect. Hands planted on hips, he twisted and glared at the Arab dhows.
“I’ll tell you what they’ll do, Antonina. They’ll be as grouchy as so many camels. And they’ll be looking to get something out of all those windless days pulling on the oars. It won’t happen until we’re almost at Charax. The greedy bastards will keep hoping, till the last minute, that the Malwa convoy you promised them is just over the horizon. But by the time they finally realize that there is no Malwa convoy and never was, they’ll also understand what you’re really planning to do. They’ll land and go looking for the first Malwa, to sell the information.”
He turned back to Antonina, cocking his head. “Am I not right?” he demanded.
She responded with a cheerful grin “Yes, yes. And then what?”
Her question produced a moment’s silence. Suddenly, Ousanas whooped a laugh.
“Of course! Then—” He whooped again. “Then, a bunch of dirt-poor Arabs, for whom haggling is both art and sport, spend twenty-eight years bargaining with a snotty Malwa official over the price. Before they tell the Malwa anything. By which time—” He beamed on Antonina approvingly. “It’s all over, one way or the other.”
He transferred the beaming grin to Wahsi. “The woman’s a genius. I said it before; I say it again.”
Even Wahsi managed a smile. “She’s tricky, I give you that.” Grudgingly: “Maybe. Maybe it’ll work.”
Then, back to scowling: “I hate clever tactics.” For a moment, his eyes caressed the sight of his stabbing spear, propped against the rail nearby. He sighed, scratching his scalp. “You know what I wish? I wish—”
There was a sudden cry from the lookout perched in the bow. A stream of words followed, by way of explication. An instant later, Wahsi was capering about, cackling with glee.
Ousanas leapt onto the port rail, holding himself by a stay. Once he verified the lookout’s claim with his own eyes, his grin erupted.
“Thy wish is granted, commander of the Dakuen!” he shouted gaily.
Even if she had been standing on the rail, Antonina would have been too short to see. “Is it really—?”
“Indeed so! Take heart, Antonina. Your name will not be cursed, in villages of the Hadrawmat, for a trickster and a cheat.” Ousanas pointed dramatically at the northern horizon. “The Malwa convoy has arrived—just as you promised!”
Chapter 29
It was blind luck, of course. The westbound monsoon season, which would bring hordes of ships bearing supplies to the Malwa in Charax, would not begin for several weeks. At this time of the year, with the eastbound monsoon breathing its last, Antonina had not expected to encounter any ships sailing back to India.
It was even bad luck, in some ways. On balance, Antonina would have preferred to encounter no Malwa ships at all on her way into Charax. There was always the danger that her own flotilla would be too badly mauled in a sea battle to carry out her task. Had the Arab dhows not attached themselves to her fleet, she would have been tempted to let the Malwa convoy pass unmolested.