The Charnel Prince - J. Gregory Keyes [106]
“Of course not,” Cazio retorted. “I know better than to rely upon either honor or bravery from you, Malconio.”
Malconio snorted. “And I know as well not to rely on sense, judgment, or gratitude from you. Or from your friends, I see. If we had delayed casting off another instant, my ship would have been overrun. Even if we hadn’t all been killed, we would have been trapped in dock for twice ninedays, settling the legalities. As far as I can see, I’ve saved all your lives, and now I’m wondering why I shouldn’t throw you overboard.”
“Because,” Cazio said, “If you try, I will acquaint Caspator with your gullet.”
“You’re making my decision easier, Cazio.”
“Ah, by Diuvo stop it, you two,” z’Acatto rasped, limping around the base of the mainsail. “Neither of you could lay a hand on the other, and you know it, so spare us all your childish threats.”
Malconio nodded his head toward the swordmaster. “How have you put up with him all of these years?”
“By staying drunk,” z’Acatto grunted. “But if I’d had the both of you around, I’d have had to find stronger drink. Which reminds me—is there any of that Gallean stuff left?”
“You already know each other?” Austra asked, her gaze switching from z’Acatto to the captain to Cazio.
“Hardly,” z’Acatto said. “But they are brothers.”
“Brothers?” Austra gasped.
Austra’s surprise mirrored Anne’s own, but she could see the resemblance now.
“No brother of mine would abandon the family honor,” Cazio said evenly.
“In what way have I abandoned the family honor?” Malconio asked. “By leaving that rotting hulk of a house to you?”
“You sold off the country estate to buy a ship,” Cazio said. “Land that’s been in our family since the Hegemony held sway. You sold it for this.” He flapped the back of his hand at the ship.
“There was no profit to be gained in the land, Cazio, nor had there been in a generation. I had no mind to laze around Avella and pick swordfights for a living, either—that role you most adequately filled. I’ve done well as a merchant. I own four vessels, and soon enough I’ll have my own estates, built by my own hands. You cling to the Chiovattio past, brother. I represent our future.”
“That’s a pretty speech,” Cazio allowed. “Do you practice it in front of a looking glass?”
Malconio started to reply, rolled his eyes, placed his hands on his hips, and smiled sardonically at Anne.
“Marry him and make his life miserable, won’t you?” he said.
Anne drew herself up. “You presume far too much,” she said, “even in jest. You are like your brother in that, if in nothing else.”
“Thank Diuvo that’s the extent of it.”
“You should be so lucky as to be like your brother,” Austra exploded. “He’s a valiant fighter. We would be dead ten times over if it weren’t for him.”
“And if it weren’t for me,” Malconio said,” you would be dead only one time, which, I think, would suffice.”
Cazio lifted his finger and seemed about to add something, but his brother waved him off.
“Z’Acatto’s right—this is useless. I should have known better than to take my brother on ship, much less his friends, but now I have. What’s done is done, so, to the heart of the matter—who were those men that were pursuing you?”
“I thought your business with us was limited to our passage,” Anne said. “Why this sudden curiosity about our enemies?”
“For two reasons, casnara. The first is that I am now connected in their minds with you. I have an enemy I never sought to offend. The second is that we are presently being followed by a rather fast ship, and I very much suspect that it contains your friends from the docks at z’Espino.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ALIS BERRYE
MAJESTY?”
Muriele looked up. It was the young man-at-arms whom Sir Fail had stationed in her antechamber.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Someone is knocking for admittance.”
Muriele rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t heard.
“See who it is.”
“Yes, Majesty.”
He vanished into her receiving room while she stared nervously at the concealed door. Though it seemed clear enough now that the assassin had entered through