The Sea Devil's Eye - Mel Odom [50]
Tarmorock glared at her, stung even more when Azla's crew hurled taunts at him. "I offer you the opportunity to duel for my ship," he said. "Captain to captain. I offer this as a man of honor."
"There's no honor in slavery," Azla said, "and I've no reason to fight you for anything. I've taken out your weapons, lashed my sinking ship to this one to drag about like a stone, killed over half your crew, and freed the slaves from the hold to fight against you as well. There's nothing here for me to fight for. Resist and we'll kill you anyway."
"I offer you honor in battle."
Jherek felt a response stir within him. Azla was correct in her assessment of the situation, but a need rose in him to recognize Tarmorock's challenge. He was barely able to still his tongue.
"I don't need honor," Azla stated. "Honor doesn't have sails nor cargo space. I have your ship in all but name. You offer me nothing I care for."
"Captain," Glawinn said, stepping forward. Blood stained his copper-colored armor and fresh dents and scratches showed. "If you don't mind, I'll stand him to his battle of honor."
"Ah, a true warrior among you," Tarmorock said. "You, sir, are a man of the blade?"
"Till the day I die," Glawinn said.
Pride welled up in Jherek as he watched the knight stand tall in front of the slaver captain.
"No," Azla said. "There'll be no battle for this ship. I've won her, fair and square, and I'll take her if I have to gut you down to the last man."
Tarmorock glanced at Glawinn and said, "Pity. Apparently there's no prize to be won, but what say you to honor itself? Will you be part and party to a bandit's approach to stealing my ship? Become a thief yourself?"
Glawinn's cheeks reddened, but Jherek couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment.
"I'm no thief," the paladin said. "Nor shall I ever be."
"Those are harsh words that drip from your lips," Azla said coldly. "Especially from a man whose livelihood depends on stealing the lives of others."
"And you've never spent a life or three in the pursuit of your own wealth, Captain Azla?" Tarmorock hurried on before she could respond, switching his gaze back to Glawinn. "I was trained in the sword, and conducting myself honorably on the battlefield, long before fate handed me this vocation. You understand this?"
"Yes," Glawinn answered.
"Then you'll fight me?"
"Yes."
Tarmorock grinned. "And if I should win?"
"You'll have all I own," the paladin replied, "and your freedom from this ship."
"There will be no fighting," Azla stated, staring at Glawinn.
The paladin looked at her, gentleness in his eyes. "Lady, I have given leave to your ways though they are not my own, and I have stood in good stead when you needed me. I ask that you give me leave to stand by my own principles in this matter."
"You did the honorable thing by helping rescue the prisoners aboard this ship," Azla told him. "This isn't just about stealing something that didn't belong to you."
"There are times," Glawinn said in a patient voice, "when a man must stand or fall on his own merits, to be weighed and measured by the depth of his heart and the strength of his arm."
"You're risking this for nothing."
"On the contrary," Glawinn stated, "I'm risking this for all that I am." He looked at her. "If I may have your leave."
"Damn you for a fool, knight."
Glawinn spread his bloodstained hands and said, "If only I can be an honorable fool."
Azla waved her men back, clearing the space in front of the stern castle.
Tarmorock descended the stairs and stripped away his crimson cloak. "There is one thing further I'd ask of you." He rolled his bastard sword in his hands, causing it to dance and spin effortlessly. "Even should I lose, I want my men spared. The ones that yet live. I ask only that they be put overboard in lifeboats with provisions. This far out at sea, that's a grim prospect, and I know that, but it's the best I can do for them. They're a motley crew, but they are my responsibility."
"Done," Glawinn replied without hesitation.
The slaver captain