I didn‘t, though.
As the vessel hove nearer, I saw another one off in the distance turning in our direction. It bore the black and green standard beneath Eric‘s colors and the white unicorn. It was Caine‘s ship. He wanted to be there for the kill.
We took the first one and didn‘t even have time to open its hatches before Caine was upon us. I was left standing on the bloody deck, with a dozen men about me, and Caine moved to the bow of his ship and called upon me to surrender.
“Will you grant my men their lives if I do this thing?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he said. “I‘d lose a few crewmen myself if I didn‘t, and there‘s no need for that.”
“On your word as a prince?” I asked.
He thought about it a moment, then nodded.
“Very well.” he said. “Have your men lay down their arms and board my vessel when I come alongside.”
I sheathed my blade and nodded about me.
“You have fought the good fight. and I love you for it,” I said. “But we have lost in this place.” I dried my hands on my cloak as I spoke and wiped them carefully, as I‘d hate to smudge a work of art. “Lay down your arms and know that your exploits of this day will never be forgotten. One day I will praise you before the court of Amber.”
The men, the nine big red ones and the three remaining hairy ones, wept as they put down their arms.
“Do not fear that all is lost in the struggle for the city,” I said. “We have lost only one engagement and the battle still continues elsewhere. My brother Bleys hacks his way toward Amber at this moment. Caine will keep his word to spare your lives when he sees that I have gone to join with Bleys upon the land, for he would not have knowledge that he was forsworn come into Amber. I am sorry that I cannot take you with me.”
And with this, I drew Bleys‘ Trump from the pack and held it low and before me, out of sight of the other vessel.
Just as Caine came alongside, there was movement beneath that cold, cold surface.
“Who?” Bleys asked.
“Corwin,” I said. “How fare you?”
“We won the battle, but lost many troops. We‘re resting now before we renew the march. How go things with you?”
“I think we‘ve destroyed nearly half of Caine‘s fleet, but he‘s won the day. He‘s about to board me now. Give me escape.”
He held forth his hand and I touched it and collapsed into his arms.
“This is getting to be a habit,” I muttered, and then I saw that he was wounded too, about the head, and there was a bandage around his left hand. “Had to grab the wrong end of a saber,” he remarked, as he saw my eyes fall upon it. “It smarts.”
I caught my breath and then we walked to his tent, where he opened a bottle of wine and gave me bread, cheese, and some dried meat. He still had plenty of cigarettes and I smoked one as a medical officer dressed my wounds.
He still had around a hundred and eighty thousand men behind him. As I stood on a hilltop and the evening began around me, it seemed as if I looked out over every camp I had ever stood within, stretching on and on over the miles and the centuries without end. I suddenly felt tears come into my eyes, for the men who are not like the lords of Amber, living but a brief span and passing into dust, that so many of them must meet their ends upon the battlefields of the world.
I returned to Bleys‘ tent and we finished the bottle of wine.