The next thing Antonina saw, in the lantern-light, was Ousanas’ big grin.
“And what are you doing here?” he demanded. “You’ve got no more business here than she does.”
Antonina shook her head irritably. “I could ask the same of you, Ousanas! This is a Roman ship, not an Axumite one.”
“I’ve gotten accustomed to watching out for you,” he replied, as he finished lighting the rest of the lanterns. He placed the igniter back in the cabinet and shrugged.
“But I told my officers to stay back on the docks. There’s no good reason to risk them on this expedition.” He eyed the large, complicated-looking gadget which filled the center of the shelter. “What they know about using Greek fire cannons would fill the world’s smallest book.”
That comment drew Antonina’s own eyes to the fire cannon. With the lanterns lit, the true nature of the “bow shelter” was apparent. She was reminded, forcefully, that the shelter could more accurately be called a “turret.” An unmoving one, true. But a turret nonetheless.
For the first time since the crisis started, she felt a trace of hesitation and unease. In truth, although she understood the basic workings of the device, Antonina had no real idea how to operate it under combat conditions. Under any conditions, actually.
At that moment, Eusebius came into the bow shelter. The relaxed and casual glance he gave the fire cannon reassured Antonina. However awkward Eusebius might still be in social situations, he was as adept an artificer and mechanic as any in the world.
“You’ll have to operate the cannon,” she pronounced.
Eusebius’ eyes widened. Who else? was the obvious thought behind that startled expression. Antonina found herself forcing down a giggle.
“Good,” she pronounced. “That’s settled. What do you want me and Ousanas to do?”
Eusebius looked back and forth from each to the other. “You, I mostly just want to stay out of the way, Antonina. Except for telling me what you want done.” He eyed Ousanas’ spear. “Him, I’d just as soon keep around. Never know. The Victrix isn’t designed for boarding operations. But—you never know.”
“We’re not going to be doing any boarding, Eusebius. In fact, I want to stay as far away from that oncoming Malwa ship as possible. It’s bound to be crammed with gunpowder and every incendiary device known to man.”
Eusebius nodded. He’d obviously figured that much out himself. “You just want to torch it, and get as far away as possible before it blows. But the Malwa may have their own plans, and so I can’t say I’m sorry to see Ousanas and that spear of his in the area. We only have a handful of marines to fend off any boarding attempt.”
He came forward, edging his way around Antonina—the fire cannon in the center made the turret a cramped place—and peered through the viewing slit. “Can’t see a damn thing. I’ve got the crew ready to start sending up flares. Probably ought to send up the first one very soon. We’ve got no idea how close that enemy ship has gotten by now.”
“Go ahead and fire it off, then. But not the green one; that’s my signal to the battery,” said Antonina.
Eusebius worked his way past her again. Just as he reached the open space at the rear of the turret, leading to the deck beyond, a sudden thought came to Antonina.
“Eusebius! I’m puzzled by something. If we have flare rockets, why doesn’t the battery guarding the harbor? I’d think they could handle bigger ones, in fact.”
Again, Eusebius’ eyes widened. If anything, he seemed more startled than before. “They could, actually. Much bigger ones. Big enough to reach several miles out to sea and light up the whole area enough for the battery to have a target even at night.”
He cleared his throat. “As to why—? Well, the basic reason is that nobody ever thought of it.” He ducked his head and scuttled out of the turret.
Ousanas chuckled. “War is too serious a business to leave in the hands of men, Antonina.”
“My thoughts exactly!” She turned back to the viewing slit and peered into the darkness. “Mind you, they’re handy to have around. When the crude muscular stuff actually happens.”