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The calls from the men handling the fenderheads were loud, the clanging of chain and the slap of wet rope filling the air as the KingsArrow came into it’s slip in the Capitol City harbor.  The word had already been passed that the military vessel was coming in, a squad of the Princess’ Fourth waiting on the pier for their namesake.

Laun had been preparing for the docking.  She saw that they had caught up with Pebble’s ship by not taking harbor at night.  The three masted ship was being brought in at almost the same time as the Kings Arrow and Laun wanted to use that.  Verat was not sure how it was going to work, to who’s advantage, but could not say no to his Mistress.

A sharp salute came from the men on the pier.  Laun stood at the top of the gangplank, thanking the Captain-Major for the swift journey before turning and coming to a good attention and salute herself.  The men almost snapped their hands down to their sides as Laun brought down her hand, a big smile on her face.

She saw smiles on many of her men’s faces, too.  She was in full Blacks, the cap with the pin straight and sharp on her head.  Concern went across many faces as they saw Gem helping Hazalam to the gangplank, though hesitating going down herself.  There were calls and signals and the squad were instantly making their hands and backs available where they were needed. »Read More

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Two days up the river already and it was going to take at least two more.  Laun was unhappy with the slowness, but she knew it was far quicker than if she had tried to walk, or even ride.

Most of Laun’s time had been spent on the deck of the ship, from dawn to past dusk.  She would do her routines for a few hours in the warming morning, sometimes with Gem, sometimes without.  Hazalam was moving slow, but with the nod from the medics, he was on the journey back North, but not an active servant, or assassin.

The babies had each found favorite places to be, much to the chagrin of the officers.  Ash had found where the rudder was controlled at the back of the ship.  There was a little shelter on the upper deck that Ash had decided was hers, the officers of the watch now watching her as well as the river.  Sable liked the open deck closer to the water and charmed most of the men as the voyage continued.

The KingsArrow was full.  Three extra squads were assigned to protective detail for their Princess and every available space was being used in shifts, except for Laun’s close entourage.  Captain-Major Herrid had escorted Laun to her cabin, apologizing for the cramped quarters.  Laun was in a mood, but did not do what she wanted and drag him into the bunk with her to show him how much room there really was.  She just put a finger along his jaw and said, “If you say so.”  He had stuttered slightly and saluted. »Read More

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The sun was about to set in the West, the clouds mostly cleared in that part of the sky and the colors painted on the clouds left above were bright.  The schooner was anchored at a place the men knew well, a small cove created by a stream meeting up with the main river.  It was not exactly hidden from the flow, but it was hard to get to if you did not know where to go exactly.  The wind did not care and brought a coolness to the lingering afternoon heat through the trees that drooped across the cove entrance, a scent of green things and the water on it.

The deck was set for dinner, a table and two chairs and a sideboard that was ready for the food the cook below had prepared.  Liam had asked for Laun to dress formally for dinner and she was glad she had packed the red and black dress, just in case.  It was her best dress, other than the heavy red velvet thing hanging on her arming tree back at Salam-Dir.  She had one blade on her, a small thing hanging off her belt to balance a small pouch, and that was it.  She did not feel as though weapons in this circumstance were a good idea.  Even if she felt more naked without her harnesses and straps than if she was completely naked except for weapons in front of the men on the ship.

Liam took Laun’s hand and kissed it lightly, a raised eyebrow at her lack of crown and jewelry.  Laun thought he was just amused at her choice of clothing, but smiled and let him lead her to one of the chairs.

“I have been told that we have fresh fish and mussels from the river for dinner tonight.”  Liam sat and one of the sailors poured from a wide and flat bottomed decanter into similar glasses.

Laun took her glass and appreciated the thought behind the delicate things that were designed not to tip from the slightly swaying table.  “I am looking forward to it, Liam, though I have to admit that my pregnancy turned me from fish for most of it.” »Read More

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The early morning was slightly overcast.  Few people were heading into the Capitol City that morning.  Only one group was on the road out, a few single travelers behind them.

Nesil and Laun rode in silence next to each other, the carriage with Gem, the babies and a few travel cases behind.  There was one soldier with them, the man driving the carriage, but he was dressed in civilian clothes, a cap on his head to cover his shaved head.  Laun was without anything remarkable on her, other than a woman wearing riding leathers, but her baring gave away her status, even with the cap instead of the crown over her hair.  There had been no trouble at the gate and Laun suspected that word had been sent to all the gates to let travelers out without question that morning.

They followed the river downstream along the River Road for more than an hour.  There was a mist that made the overcast morning even grayer, but Laun enjoyed the feeling of the humidity on her skin and the slightly muffled sound of the horses on the gravel of the road.  They came to a wide bend in the road, a smaller track coming off and into a marshy woodland next to the river turning away from the road, or perhaps the other way around.

Liam’s messenger led the way, the newly green trees around them shading the growing morning light from the path.  Grace cantered and tossed her head, not liking the woods, but staying firm under Laun as they followed Nesil. »Read More