to behold it—if that indeed was what he saw there—was stunning. Buried in the pain of loss, he’d felt love from it, and when strong hands pulled at him a part of him wanted to be released, allowed to drown in that love.
Footsteps sounded on the dock behind him, and he knew them instantly. “I heard the bell, Baryk,” he said. “I’ll be up soon.”
The large warpriest sat down beside him. “How’s the fishing?”
Vlad chuckled. “The fishing is fine. The catching, not so much.”
Baryk also laughed; then his voice turned serious. “It’s good that you’re here,” he said. “I’d hoped to talk with you alone.”
Vlad turned and regarded the man. Baryk had married into his family, and though he’d always relied on the older warpriest, in the months since his daughter—Baryk’s wife—had died, writhing in agony as the blood magicks consumed her, he’d grown to see the man in a new light. He suspected that the ’Francis would say that the trauma of the loss they experienced together bonded them in a deeper way. With most of his oldest children now dead and buried here on the island, Vlad had learned to lean on Baryk for strategy and wisdom.
Now, the old warpriest looked worried and worn. “What’s on your mind, Baryk?”
He sighed. “I don’t think we’re going to learn any more from this place.”
Vlad nodded. They’d gone over every last bit of it. They’d found the bargaining pool and the blood-distillery within it, though the Y’Zirites who had fled Tam’s return had poisoned it somehow before leaving. “You think we should leave,” he said in a flat voice.
“We have four ships. We could hire more, step up our forays south and east.”
His eyes went once more to the water. “What about Merrique’s ship?”
Baryk shook his head. “Still no word.”
The old pirate had been out of touch a goodly while now, House Li Tam’s birds unanswered for nearly two months.
Vlad looked from the water to the island behind him. “This would be a logical point on the map to operate from,” he said. But before Baryk spoke, Vlad knew what he would say.
“It would,” the warpriest said, “but I think your family is restless. I think this constant reminder of loss is no longer sharpening your blade.” He paused. “It may even dull it.”
Vlad turned from the man and looked back to the water. “You may be right, Baryk. I’ll consider it.”
Baryk inclined his head slightly. “It’s all I ask, Father.”
He calls me father now. It stirred something in him, and he savored the meaning in it. He remembered the first time it had happened, the day they’d buried Rae Li Tam in the frozen plain of Windwir. Baryk had not done it in front of the other children, though. No, he reserved the title for the times they were alone, and Vlad understood that very well. He looked to his daughter’s widower and forced a smile. “You are a good man, Baryk.”
Baryk stood and returned the smile. “Shall I tell them you’re coming soon?”
Vlad nodded. “Soon.”
As the warpriest’s footfalls faded across the wooden dock, Vlad pulled in his line. The man was right, of course. They had learned everything they could from this place. And it was a reminder, a constant reminder.
One that I need, he thought, though as he thought it he also knew that perhaps what little remained of his family did not need such reminding.
I will grow my pain into an army. They were the words that had carried him through the worst of the cuttings, the worst of his children’s screams. And they were the words that his daughter had later given him with her final breath.
Perhaps it was time to leave after all.
He sat with the rod across his lap while the sky darkened and the harbor stilled. He sat until he lost track of time, and when a flicker of blue-green danced across the waters he felt his heart catch in his throat. He could hear the song, too, if he listened for it. If he could just listen for it. And somehow, that ghost could soothe him, could save him. But in the end, it was not the catch he longed for. No, it was simply the moon, rising up to lend its light to those quiet waters he contemplated daily.
Victorious, the stars at last poked through a dark velvet veil of sky, and Vlad Li Tam sighed at them. Perhaps tomorrow, he thought.
He rose, turned his back to the Ghosting Crests and