She stared at the receding enemy ship. The Circe was no longer anything but a floating bonfire. There was not a chance that any man on her deck would still be alive within a minute or two. Nor, she thought—hoped—was there much chance that any of them would be able to fight their way across the deck to the hatchways leading to the hold.
That still left the possibility that at least one priest had stayed in the hold throughout the short battle, ready to ignite the powder if necessary.
Possibility?
Antonina winced. She was absolutely certain that a priest had been stationed there. Several of them, in fact—each one charged to make sure his fellows would not flinch at the very end when the time came to commit suicide. That had been the Mahaveda plan all along, after all. The only thing that had changed was that Antonina’s intervention had prevented the Circe from reaching the harbor before they did so.
Ousanas trotted up to her, his spear trailing blood across the deck. “Only thing we can hope for is that they’re still confused down there.” Clearly enough, he had reached the same conclusion she had.
“One of the few times I’ve ever been glad those Mahaveda bastards are such fanatics,” he said, grimly. “They’ll be reluctant to blow it, not having reached their target. So until they’re certain . . .”
She stared at him. Then, in a half-whisper: “They’re bound to know that by now.”
Ousanas shook his head. “Don’t be too sure of that, Antonina. I got a better look at the conditions on the Circe than you did.” He glanced at Eusebius, who had emerged from the bow shield and was charging back to the stern. The glance was very approving.
“That devil cannon of his must have hit them like a flood of fury. A tidal wave of fire and destruction. As confusing as it was horrible. I doubt the Malwa command structure survived more than a few seconds.”
Again, he shook his head. “So . . . who knows? The priests in the hold may have been isolated from the beginning. And still don’t know what’s happening—and have no way of getting on deck to find out for themselves. Even Mahaveda fanatics will hesitate to kill themselves, when they’re not sure what they’d be accomplishing by doing so.”
Eusebius was shouting shrill orders. Some of the Victrix’s sailors started dousing the stern of the ship with water kept in barrels. Others began dousing the rigging. That should have been done before the battle even started, Antonina realized. But everything had happened too quickly.
It was getting harder to see anything. The Circe was now two hundred yards away, and the fierce light cast by the burning ship was no longer enough to do more than vaguely illuminate the deck of her own ship. But there was still enough light for her to see that several of the sailors, apparently at Eusebius’ command, were standing ready with hatchets and axes to cut away the Victrix’s rigging.
“What are they doing?” she demanded. “The last thing we want is to lose our own sails.”
Ousanas did not share her opinion. Instead, he growled satisfaction. “Smart man, Eusebius. He’s figured out already that most of the explosives on board the Circe will be incendiaries.” For a moment, he studied the ever more distant enemy ship. “We’re far enough away, by now, that we can probably survive the actual shock of the explosion. But we’ll soon be engulfed in fire ourselves. If we can cut away the rigging fast enough—that’s what’ll burn the worst—we might be able to keep the Victrix afloat. Maybe.”
Something of Antonina’s confusion must have shown in her face. Ousanas chuckled.
“Strange, really. You’re normally so intelligent. Think, Antonina.”
He pointed back at the Circe. The Malwa ship was no more than a bonfire in the distance, now. “Their plan was to blow it up in the harbor, right? In order to do what?”
She was still confused. Ousanas chuckled again.
“Think, woman! The Malwa aren’t crazy, after all. Insanely fanatic, yes, but that’s not the same thing as actual lunacy. The harbor itself—even the buildings surrounding it—is built far too solidly to be destroyed by any amount of gunpowder which could be stowed on a single ship. Which means that their real target was not the harbor but the ships in it. And the best way to destroy shipping is with flame.”