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beaches. The servants of Rian guarded their island; in the past they had had cause to fear more than a single skiff of corans searching for a poet.
    They were going to have to try to get ashore in a harder place, where the forest pines gave way, not to sand, but to rocky cliffs and boulders in the sea. They had rope with them, and each of the corans, even Luth, knew how to handle himself on a rock face. Castle Baude was perched high in the wild country of the south-west. Men who served there would not be unfamiliar with cliffs or crags.
    The sea was another matter. Hirnan and Blaise himself were the only ones entirely at ease on the water, and on Hirnan’s shoulders now rested the burden of getting them close enough, amid sharp and shadowed rocks, to make it possible to come ashore. Privately, Blaise had told him that if the best they could find was a sheer cliff face, they didn’t really have a chance. Not at night and with the need for absolute silence and with a poet to bring back down. In addition to which—
    ‘Couch oars
!’ he hissed. In the same instant Maffour, beside him, snarled the same words. Eight rowers swiftly lifted their oars from the water and sat rigidly still, the skiff gliding silently towards the island. The sound came again, nearer now. Motionless, bent low for concealment, Blaise strained his eyes into the night, searching by moonlight for the boat he’d heard.
    Then it was there, a single dark sail against the starry sky, skimming through the waves around the island. In the skiff eight men held their breath. They were inside the circling path of the sailboat, though, very near—dangerously near, in fact—to the rocky coast. Someone looking towards them in this faint light would almost certainly see nothing against the dark bulk of the island; and the guards, Blaise knew, would probably be looking outward in any case. He relaxed his fingers on his oar as the small boat continued past them, cutting across the wind, a beautiful thing in the moonlight.
    ‘The goddess be praised!’ Luth murmured with reflexive piety from up front beside Hirnan.
    Cursing himself for not having sat the man next to him, Blaise flung a furious look over his shoulder in time to see Hirnan’s hand shoot out and grip his benchmate fiercely on the arm in a belated effort to silence him.
    ‘Ouch!’ Luth said. Not quietly. At sea. In a very calm night.
    Blaise closed his eyes. There was a moment of straining silence, then:
    ‘Who is there! In Rian’s name, declare yourselves!’ A grim male voice rang out from the sailboat.
    His brain racing furiously, Blaise looked over and saw the other boat already beginning to swing about. They had two choices now. They could retreat, rowing frantically, and hope to lose the guards in the darkness of the sea. No one knew who they were; they might not be seen or identified. But the mainland was a long way off, and eight men rowing had little chance of outracing sails if they were pursued. And this one sailboat could have others with it very soon, Blaise knew.
    He hated retreating anyhow.
    ‘Only fisherfolk, your grace,’ he called out in a wavering, high-pitched voice. ‘Only my brothers and myself trawling for lampfish. We’re terrible sorry to have wandered out so far.’
    He lowered his voice to a snarled whisper. ‘Get three of the ropes over the side, quickly! Hold them as if you were fishing. Hirnan, you and I are going into the water.’ Even as he spoke he was removing his boots and sword. Hirnan, without a question asked, began doing the same.
    ‘It is interdicted to come so near the goddess’s Island without leave. You are subject to Rian’s curse for what you have done.’ The deep voice across the water was hostile and assured. The boat was still turning; it would begin bearing down upon them in a moment.
    ‘We are not to kill,’ Maffour whispered anxiously from beside Blaise.
    ‘I know that,’ Blaise hissed back. ‘Do what I told you. Offer them a tithe.