Clef scratched his nose and then stirred the pot. “ 'zee bad luck?”

“Is he bad luck,” Brashen corrected him wearily. “No. He just had bad luck, from the very beginning. When you have bad luck, and then heap your own mistakes on top of it, sometimes you can feel like you'll never get out from under it.” He laughed without humor. “I speak from experience.”

“Y'got bad luck?”

Brashen frowned. “Speak plain, boy. If you're going to sail with me, you have to be able to make yourself understood.”

Clef snorted, “I say, ya got bad luck?”

Brashen shrugged. “Better than some, but worse than most.”

“Turn yer shert about. My da tole me, t'change yer luck, change yer shert.”

Brashen smiled in spite of himself. “It's the only shirt I've got, lad. Wonder what that says about my luck?”

ALTHEA STOOD SUDDENLY. SHE DASHED THE TEA OUT OF HER CUP ONTO THE beach. “I'm going home,” she announced.

“Farewell,” Amber replied neutrally.

Althea slapped the stern rail. “I always knew he'd throw that at me some day. I always knew it. It was what I feared all along.”

Amber was puzzled. “Throw what at you?”

Even alone on the isolated ship, she lowered her voice. “That I bedded with him. He knows he can ruin me with that. All he has to do is brag to the right person. Or the wrong person.”

A glint came into Amber's eyes. “I have heard people say some stupid things when they were frightened or hurt. But that is among the stupidest. Althea, I don't believe that man has ever considered that as a weapon. I don't think he has a braggart's nature. Nor do I believe he would ever deliberately hurt you.”

An uncomfortable silence held for a time. Then, she admitted, “I know you're right. Sometimes I think I just want a reason to be angry with him.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “But why does he have to say such stupid things? Why does he have to ask me questions like that?”

Amber let the questions hang for a moment. Then she asked one of her own. “Why does it upset you so much when he does?”

Althea shook her head. “Every time I start to feel good about what we're doing, he ... and we had a good day today, Amber. Damn him! We worked hard, and we worked well together. It was like old times. I know how he works and how he thinks; it's like dancing with a good partner. Then, just when I start thinking that it's going to be comfortable between us again, he has to . . .” Althea's voice trailed off into silence.

“Has to what?” Amber pressed.

“He has to ask me a question. Or he says something.”

“Something more than, 'Get under that beam!' or 'Pass me the mallet'?” Amber inquired sweetly.

Althea smiled miserably. “Exactly. Something that reminds me of how we used to talk when we were friends. I miss it. I wish we could go back to it.”

“Why can't you?”

“It wouldn't be right.” She scowled to herself. “There's Grag, now, and . . .”

“And what?”

“And it could lead to more, I suppose. Even if it didn't, Grag wouldn't approve.”

“Grag wouldn't approve of you having friends?”

Althea scowled. “You know what I mean. Grag wouldn't like me being friends with Brashen. I don't mean polite friends. I mean, as we used to be. Comfortable. Feet up and beer on the table.”

Amber laughed softly. “Althea, in a short time, we're all going to sail off in his ship. Do you expect to use tea-party manners with someone you work with each day?”

“Once we sail, he won't be Brashen. He'll be the captain. He's already rubbed my nose in that. No one gets chummy with the captain.”

Amber cocked her head and looked up at Althea in the darkness.

“Then why are you worrying about it? It sounds to me like time will cure all.”

Althea spoke in a very low voice. “Maybe I don't want it cured. Not that way.” She looked at her hands. “Maybe I need Brash's friendship more than Grag's approval.”

Amber shrugged one shoulder. “Then maybe you should start talking to him again. And say something more than 'Here's the mallet.' ”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - A Change of Heart

VIVACIA WAS SEETHING. WINTROW FELT AS IF HE WERE IN THE PRESENCE OF a bubbling pot that was perpetually on the verge of boiling over and scalding everyone. The worst part was that he could do nothing to calm her. She not only would not allow herself to be calmed; she actively repelled any attempts to soothe her.