“We’re heading out!” Antonina shouted back. Under her breath: “Or whatever the proper damned nautical expression is.”
“Don’t sneer at proper nautical terms, woman,” chuckled Ousanas. “They’re all that’s going to make this crazy scheme of yours work. Or hadn’t you noticed that we’ll be sailing before the wind?”
Guiltily, Antonina realized that she hadn’t given any thought at all to the matter. She must have made a little start of surprise herself, because Ousanas immediately laughed.
“I thought not!”
They were almost at the Victrix. By now, Antonina was starting to pant with the exertion of their race from the palace. But she managed to gasp out: “Will we be able to do it?”
Ousanas grimaced. “The wind’s right. And the current will be with us. So we’ll be able to sail down on them quickly, while they’re struggling to row up into the harbor. But once the contact’s made—”
They were at the Victrix now. Antonina answered Eusebius’ babbled questions by simply grabbing him and marching him ahead of her across the gangplank. By the time she and Ousanas were aboard, Eusebius was clear on his duties and was beginning to issue the needed commands.
Antonina hurried forward and entered the enclosed section of the bow. Inside the heavy and well-built rocket shield, the light cast by the lanterns on the docks and the few on the ship was blocked completely. She groped her way to the vision slits and stared into the distance. Everything in the gulf was pitch-black now. Belatedly, she realized she hadn’t given any thought at all to the most basic problem: how will we spot the enemy?
Fortunately, Ousanas had thought about it. She heard him entering the shield a few seconds later. “I just checked with Eusebius, Antonina. The Victrix carries twenty rockets equipped with flares, for night operations. In addition to the usual signal rockets. We should be able to spot the Malwa ship once we get out of the harbor.”
The Victrix was getting underway. Antonina could feel the motion of the ship, as well as hear the sounds of the sailors hurrying about their tasks. Eusebius’ shrill voice periodically rose above everything else.
Some part of her was saddened to recognize John of Rhodes’ training in the confidence with which Eusebius issued his commands. Antonina remembered the first time she met Eusebius, years before, at her estate in Daras. John had employed him to assist in the work of designing the new gunpowder weapons. For all his brilliance as an artificer, young Eusebius had been as shy and socially awkward a man as she had ever met in her life.
No longer. Eusebius would never have more than a portion of John’s casual ease of command, true, but he had come very far from where he started. That was only one of the many legacies which John of Rhodes had left behind him, and Antonina took a moment again to grieve his loss.
Only a moment, however. There was a battle to be fought and won.
She turned away from the view-slit and began groping in the darkness. “Help me find the igniters, Ousanas, so we can light the lanterns. They should be in a cabinet around here somewh—never mind.”
She’d found the cabinet, and quickly pried it open. Feeling her way, she found one of the ignition devices she was seeking. A few seconds later, the first of the lanterns located inside the shelter was lit, and she was finally able to see something.
The first thing she saw was Koutina, squeezed into the shelter alongside Matthew and Leo.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Koutina smiled shyly, and held up the valise. “You didn’t take your gun. Only the cleaver. So I thought I should bring it along. Just in case.”
Antonina sighed, half with exasperation and half with affection. “You shouldn’t be here at all. But it’s too late to do anything about it now. So leave the valise here and get below decks.” She looked to Matthew. “See to it, please.”
Koutina started to squawk some kind of protest, but Matthew had her ushered out of the shelter before she could finish the first sentence.