Reed hadn’t complained when Jayn wanted to spend the first day in their cabin. After three days, he was beginning to worry. He opened the door and stared out. “I think I can understand.”

Jayn was sulking on the bed. “I feel so stupid. How can I call myself a warrior when I am scared of…. Of….”

“Nothing.” The view played tricks on Reed’s senses. The island was on the other side of the boat. When he looked straight ahead there was nothing to be seen but blue grey haze, graduating to a paler blue in the sky. The horizon was invisible. Staring at it too long confused Reed’s perception of up and down. He shook his head and jerked it around to get a view of the ship. With a point of reference he felt so much better. He motioned for Jayn to join him.

“They cannot expect us to fight over this stuff. One or two sharp turns and we will lose all sense of what is up and what down. It is so different in the mountains.” Jayn pulled on a smock and slowly crossed the room. Reed put his arms around her and they stared out together.

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“That is not a natural sound.” Marra said of the distant rumbling.

“I would say we are approaching habitations, but it is not a very civilised sound either.”

Marra reversed the paddle to slow the boat as she steered into midstream. The river opened out dramatically ahead, exposing itself fully to the sky. “The Big Lazy.” She announced. “You should go up front and keep a lookout for shallow obstacles.

Morn jumped over to the prow and leaned hard against the rail to stare as far ahead as possible. The crystal clear water they flowed in on merged and swirled with the murky standing water of the Lazy. Shapes appeared in the algae and Morn directed Marra around them. “These are not rocks or plants. They are man made.”

“The Lazy is a burial ground for the river fleets of the North. This is where the final stand was made against the South. Father….. Old Morn served here, in this boat, until they gave the order to disperse.” Morn made out the shape of a propeller now he knew what he was looking for. “Old Morn told me about it. These first few hundred spans will be the worst, until we approach the heart of the battle at least, all the escaping boats caught at the bottle neck would be washed back by the current.”

Morn held up his hand, fingers splayed, for Marra to halt the boat. Ahead, the rail of a gunboat blocked their path. They could go left or right, but there were vague shapes in those directions as well. Morn took the dead anchor. Leaning as far ahead as he dared, he was almost directly over the railing. He fed the anchor rope through his hands until he saw it touch the railing, then drew it back and estimated the depth. A gentle wave of his hand signalled Marra to crawl forward.

They cleared the wreck. It was wedged against a rock, part of a natural barrier beyond which the number of obstacles dropped off drastically. There was an island ahead, a mudbar that had been promoted by the sprouting of a few trees. Grounded hard on it, holed, burnt and badly beaten was a ship. It seemed far too large for use on a river. “The Hotwa, pride of the Northern river navy. It was flat bottomed to clear the shallows, and the propellers were on reversible outriggers so it could change direction without turning around.”

“It took a lot of damage.” Morn noted.

“Such a big target. I would like to pay respects.”

“A good idea.” Though Morn was certain he had just seen movement on the deck. Amongst the many items gifted to him, all stacked in the front of the boat, had been a staff. Morn found it and tested its balance.

They grounded close to a tree and tied up to it, just in case. “Is there a way up?” Morn asked.

“Over there. A rope ladder.”

There was movement again when Morn looked up. Figures with guns and bows appeared at the rail. “Perhaps this was a bad idea.” Morn shifted the staff and went into a defensive posture.

A man descended the rope ladder, dropping a short distance, grabbing the rope to slow a little and then dropping some more. He had the same dark skin as Marra and wore the remnants of a uniform. Above his right eye were three straight scars. He kept his distance from Morn. “You are here for a reason?”

“Travelling south, where I believe my help is required.” Morn informed him, “My travelling companion and I wished to pay respect.”

“Ah, I see. My apologies for the greeting.” He studied Marra for a moment, hinting at recognition. “Come aboard and meet some of the Hidden Army.”

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Note Ooops, another missed posting. Here’s yesterday’s Heavensent piece.

They followed the river as it meandered across the Plain. The dots of trees became clusters, became copses, became a forest. A nasty brown scar marked the massive logging camp. Their orders were quite clear. “Wing One to flight. We have to put on our show. Descend to three thousand spans and make a pass up the river. Then break west and climb to thirty thousand before heading to the target.” Mirl announced.

“Copy.”

“Copy.”

The river was black and brown with the logs grouped together to float downstream. Stick figures hopped from one precarious perch to the next and tugs pushed and pulled the islands of wood. By the time they passed over the main sawmill, a crowd had gathered to wave jubilantly. They made their one pass, then banked west to begin a corkscrew climb to height.

The navigator presented Mirl with a best guess line for the river between its disappearance under tree cover and reappearance at the Big Lazy. They marked up three bombing runs that would straddle the water and level trees and structures on the shore. “If they really wanted us to do it properly, they would give us incendiaries.” The navigator opined.

“The object is spoiled if we burn down the forest to protect the loggers. Pass these lines to the others.”

From above, it was a very unspectacular run. They passed diagonally across the supposed track of the river, dropping sticks of bombs at count intervals. The forest canopy shook with the explosions below, and one bomb hit a large enough branch to detonate far above the ground. Some trees tumbled, but the holes they left revealed nothing. They turned and headed back to base. “Same again tomorrow.” Mirl sighed.

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The ship made straight for the cliff wall, nudged along by tugs. From this vantage point it was impossible for Boran to see the cave mouth he knew was there. He braced against the railings for the sound of rending metal.

The ship disappeared and the tugs zipped back into the fjord, tooting excitedly at their achievement. Boran set off for The Shaft. His guard was closer than normal, he noticed, and some of the workers were eyeing him. A thousand spans straight down would be too tempting an accident to happen to an important official. Away from the cluster of buildings, he could hear the roar of the Tyalin falls again, where the great river of the Plains plummeted into the fjord.

Some of that water was being redirected. Sluice gates were being opened to start turning the gears that closed the huge gates across the cave entrance. The three pressure locks would begin filling when the doors were locked into place. The Shaft filled slightly faster than the tide rose, but the conjunction did help to equalise pressures.

Water was being redirected from the river to The Shaft now, flowing into grooves in the wall and hardly sloshing on the way down. Far below were the lights of the ship, its bulk lost in the shadows. Boran wanted to stay to see the ship raised and released into the river. He had never been allowed out here as a child, never known anyone with connection to this fascinating piece of engineering. But the transfer would take until high tide and he wasn’t allowed to spare that much time.

The Shaft master was waiting at the control cabin with the log of ships through the system. One up and one down was the usual way of things, but in the docks above and below The Shaft were three days backlog of ships. Boran checked the manifests. “You can get smaller barges in the empty space?”

“It is complicated, but yes sir.”

“Then that is what you do. The Maneet can offload and head back upstream, carrying what little the Shinto has aboard. Shinto takes on Maneet’s load and returns down the coast.”

“Yes sir.”

The crew of the Maneet would not be happy, no-one was attacked sailing down the coast to the warm thighs of their wives. They could take it up with Janssen, and Boran would ensure a rota so each ship had its tour up the river.

There was nothing else to do here. “Someone bring my motor around. I must get back to my office.”

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