Kennit pitched his voice low. “Don't question it, Wintrow. Accept it. That's all we can do. We are, after all, only men.” He sighed loudly, and then put concern in his voice. “Go get some rest, lad. Tomorrow morning is soon enough to face this sorrow.” He paused. “I know you tried, Wintrow. Don't feel you have failed me.”

“Sir.” After a moment, he heard the soft pad of the boy's feet as he moved away. Kennit lay back down. So. What would he say to the ship tomorrow? Something about a sacrifice, something that made Opal seem noble and inspiring instead of just dead. The words would come to him, if he just relaxed and trusted to his luck. He put his arms up above his head and leaned back on his pillows. His back ached abominably. He had had no idea that women had such stamina.

“Vivacia is roiling with jealousy. But that was what you intended, wasn't it?”

He turned slightly toward the charm on his wrist. “If you know so much, why do you ask so many questions?”

“To hear you admit what a cad you are. Do you feel anything at all for Etta? Are not you ashamed at all at what you do to her?”

Kennit was offended. "Ashamed? She has not suffered at my hands.

On the contrary, I gave her a night tonight that she will never forget.“ He stretched, trying to ease his aching muscles. ”And at no small cost to myself," he added petulantly.

“Such a performance,” the little wizardwood face muttered sarcastically. “Did you fear the ship would not know it if she did not cry out with pleasure? I assure you, Vivacia is keenly aware of you at all times. It was your efforts on Etta's behalf that scalded her, not any pleasure Etta took.”

Kennit rolled over and spoke more softly. “So. How aware of the ship are you?”

“She guards against me,” the charm admitted reluctantly. “But there is still much I can tell. She is far too large, and all around me. She cannot completely conceal her awareness from me.”

“And Wintrow? Can you sense him through her? What does he feel tonight?”

“What? Do you need to know more than how he sounded when he came to bring you the news? He was devastated by Opal's death.”

“Not about Opal's death,” Kennit said impatiently. “I saw him watching us, when I kissed Etta in front of Vivacia. It surprised me. Does he have feelings for the whore?”

“Don't call her that!” the charm warned him in a low growl. “If you speak of her like that again, I shall tell you nothing.”

“Does he find Etta attractive?” Kennit persisted doggedly.

The charm relented. “He is naive. He admires her. I doubt he would presume to find her attractive.” The small voice paused. “Your little display tonight set him thinking for a time. He will contrast that with Opal's death.”

“An unfortunate coincidence,” Kennit muttered. He fell silent, considering how he could make Wintrow more aware of Etta. He should have her wear more jewelry, he decided. Boys were always attracted to sparkly things. He would display her as an attractive possession.

“Why did you ask her about a baby tonight?” the charm demanded abruptly.

“A passing thought. A child might be useful. Much depends on how Wintrow develops.”

The charm was baffled. “I don't understand what you are suggesting. I suspect if I did, I would find it repugnant.”

“I don't see why,” Kennit replied easily. He composed himself for sleep.

“How could a child be useful to you?” the charm demanded a few moments later.

“I won't be quiet until you answer me,” it added when some silence had passed.

Kennit drew a weary breath and sighed it out. “A child would content the ship. If Wintrow becomes too intractable, if he interferes with me persuading the ship to obey me willingly, well, he could be replaced.”

“With your own child, by Etta?” the charm asked incredulously.

Kennit chuckled sleepily. “No, of course not. Now you are being ridiculous.” He stretched and turned his back to Etta. He curled up and closed his eyes. “Wintrow would have to father the child. So it would be of the ship's family.” He gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, then frowned to himself. “I imagine a baby aboard would be a nuisance. It would be simpler if Wintrow learned to accept his fate. The boy has great potential. He thinks. I simply have to school him to think my way. Perhaps I shall take him to the Others' oracle. Perhaps they could persuade him it is his destiny.”

“Let me speak to him instead,” the charm offered. “Perhaps I could persuade him to kill you.”