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a swift flowing of cold water。 〃A rising tide；〃 I gasped。 〃Bearing ships。 Red…keeled ships 。。。〃
The Fool's eyes widened in alarm。 〃In this season； Your Majesty？ Surely not！ Not in winter！〃
My breath was pressed tight in my chest。 I struggled to speak。 〃The winter has crept in too softly。 She has spared us both her storms and her protection。 Look。 Look out there； across the water。 See？ They e。 They e from the fog。〃
I lifted my arm to point。 The Fool came hastily； to stand beside me。 He crouched to peer where I pointed； but I knew he could not see。 Still； he loyally placed a hesitant hand on my thin shoulder； and stared as if he could will away the walls and the miles that stood between him and my vision。 I longed to be as blind as he。 I clasped the long…fingered pale hand that rested on my shoulder。 For a moment I looked down at my withered hand； at the royal signet ring that clung to a bony finger behind a swollen knuckle。 Then my reluctant gaze was drawn up and my vision taken afar。
My pointing hand indicated the quiet harbor。 I struggled to sit up taller； to see more。 The darkened town spread out before me like a patchwork of houses and roads。 Fog lay in hollows and was thick upon the bay。 Weather change ing； I thought to myself。 Something stirred in the air that chilled me； cooling the old sweat on my skin so that I shivered。 Despite the blackness of the night and the fog； I had no difficulty in seeing everything perfectly。 Skill watching I told myself； and then wondered。 I could not Skill； not predictably； not usefully。
But as I watched； two ships broke out of the mists and emerged into the sleeping harbor。 I forgot what I could or could not do。 They were sleek and trim； those ships； and though they were black under the moonlight； I knew their keels were red。 Red…Ship Raiders from the Outislands。 The ships moved like knives through the wavelets； cutting their way clear of the fog； slicing into the protected water of the harbor like a thin blade slicing into a pig's belly。 The oars moved silently； in perfect unison； oarlocks muffled with rags。 They came alongside the docks as boldly as honest merchants e to trade。 From the first boat； a sailor leaped lightly； carrying a line to make fast to a piling。 An oarsman fended her off the dock until the aft line was thrown and made fast as well。 All so calmly； so blatantly。 The second ship was following their example。 The dreaded Red…Ships had e into town； bold as gulls； and tied up at their victims home dock。
No sentry cried out。 No watchman blew a horn； or threw a torch onto a waiting heap of pitchpine to kindle a signal fire。 I looked for them； and instantly found them。 Heads on chests； they were idling at their posts。 Good woolen homespun had gone from gray to red sopping up the blood of their slit throats。 Their killers had e quietly； overland； sure of each sentry post； to silence every watcher。 No one would warn the sleeping town。
There had not been that many sentries。 There was not much to this little town； scarce enough to deserve a dot on the map。 The town had counted on the humbleness of its possessions to shelter it from raids such as this。 Good wool they grew there； and they spun a fine yarn； it was true。 They harvested and smoked the salmon that came right up their river； and the apples here were tiny but sweet； and they made a good wine。 There was a fine clam beach to the west of town。 These were the riches of Siltbay； and if they were not great； they were enough to make life treasured by those who lived here。 Surely； though； they were not worth ing after with a torch and a blade。 What sane man would think a keg of apple wine or a rack of smoked salmon worth a raider's time？
But these were Red…Ships； and they did not e to raid for wealth or treasures。 They were not after prize breeding cattle or even women for wives or boys for galley slaves。 The wool…fat sheep would be mutilated and slaughtered； the smoked salmon trampled underfoot； the warehouses of fleeces and wines torched。 They would take hostages； yes； but only to Forge them。 The Forge magic would leave them less than human； bereft of all emotions and any but the most basic thoughts。 The Raiders would not keep these hostages； but would abandon them here； to work their debilitating anguish upon those who had loved them and called them kin。 Stripped of every human sensitivity； Forged ones would scour their homeland as pitilessly as wolverines。 This setting of our own kin to prey upon us as Forged ones was the Outislanders' cruelest weapon。 This I already knew as I watched。 I had seen the aftermath of other raids。
I watched the tide of death rise to inundate the little town。 The Outislander pirates leaped from the ship to the docks and flowed up into the village。 They trickled silently up the streets in bands of twos and threes； as deadly as poison unfurling in wine。 Some few paused to search the other vessels tied to the dock。 Most of the boats were small open dories； but there were two larger fishing vessels and one trader。 Their crews met swift death。 Their frantic struggles were as pathetic as fowl flapping and squawking when a weasel gets into the chicken house。 They called out to me with voices full of blood。 The thick fog gulped their cries greedily。 It made the death of a sailor no more than the keening of a seabird。 Afterward； the boats were torched； carelessly； with no thought to their value as spoils。 These Raiders took no real booty。 Perhaps a handful of coins if easily found； or a necklace from the body of one they had raped and killed； but little more than that。
I could do nothing except watch。 I coughed heavily； then found a breath to speak。 〃If only I could understand them；〃 I said to the Fool。 〃If only I knew what they wanted。 There is no sense to these Red…Ships。 How can we fight those who war for a reason they will not divulge？ But if I could understand them 。。。〃
The Fool pursed his pale lips and considered。 〃They partake of the madness of he who drives them。 They can only be understood if you share that madness。 I myself have no wish to understand them。 Understanding them will not stop them。〃
〃No。〃 I did not want to watch the village。 I had seen this nightmare too often。 But only a heartless man could have turned away as if it were a poorly staged puppet show。 The least I could do for my people was watch them die。 It also was the most I could do for them。 I was sick and a cripple； an old man far away。 No more could be expected from me。 So I watched。
I watched the little town awaken from soft sleep to the rough grip of a strange hand on the throat or breast； to a knife over a cradle； or the sudden cry of a child dragged from sleep。 Lights began to flicker and glow throughout the village； some were candles kindled on hearing a neighbor's outcry； others were torches or burning houses。 Although the Red…Ships had terrorized the Six Duchies for over a year； for this folk it became pletely real tonight。 They had thought they were prepared。 They had heard the horror stories； and resolved never to let it happen to them。 But still the houses burned and the screams rose to the night sky as if borne on the smo