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waves slapped massively against the rock. But he had been sailing the boat so long that he had
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become a part of it, and his crew had worked with him so long that they could anticipate his
orders, though they never acted ahead of them.
The passage took about thirty minutes. It caused anxiety in some - no doubt of Frigate and Ruach
being worried - but it also exhilarated all of them. The boredom and the sullenness were,
temporarily, at least, gone.
The Hadji came out into the sunshine of another lake. This was about four miles wide and stretched
northward as far as they could see. The mountains abruptly fell away; the plains on both sides
resumed the usual mile width.
There were fifty or so craft in view, ranging from pine dugouts to two-masted bamboo boats. Most
of them seemed to be engaged in fishing. To the left, a mile away, was the ubiquitous grailstone,
and along the shore were dark figures. Behind them, on the plain and hills, were bamboo-huts in
the usual style of what Frigate called Neo-Polynesian or, sometimes, Post-Mortem Riparian
Architecture.
On the right, about half a mile from the exit of the canyon, was a large log fort. Before it were
ten massive log docks with a variety of large and small boats. A few minutes after The Hadji
appeared, drums began beating. These could be hollow logs or drums made with tanned fishskin or
human skin. There was already a crowd in front of the fort, but a large number swarmed out of it
and from a collection of huts behind it. They piled into the boats, and these cast off.
On the left bank, the dark figures were launching dugouts, canoes, and single-malted boats.
It looked as if both shores were sending boats out in a competition to seize The Hadji first.
Burton took the boat back and forth as required, cutting in between the other boats several times.
The men on the right were closer; they were white and well armed but they made no effort to use
their bows. A man standing in the prow of war canoe with thirty paddlers shouted at them, in
German, to surrender.
`You will not be harmed!'
`We come in peace!' Frigate bawled at him.
`He knows that!' Burton said. `It's evident that we few aren't going to attack them!' Drums were
beating on both sides of The River now. It sounded as if the lakeshores were alive with drums. And
the shores were certainly alive with men, all armed. Other boats were being put out to intercept
them. Behind them, the boats that had first gone out were pursuing but losing distance.
Burton hesitated. Should he bring The Hadji on around and go back through the channel and then
return at night? It would be a dangerous maneuver, because the 20,000-foot high walls would block
out the light from the blazing stars and gas sheets. They would be almost blind.
And this craft did seem to be faster than anything the enemy had. So far, that is. Far in the
distance, tall sails were coming swiftly toward him. Still, they had the wind and current behind
them, and if he avoided them, could they outstrip him when they, too, had to tack? All the vessels
he had seen so far had been loaded with men, thus slowing them down. Even a boat that had the same
potentialities as The Hadji would not keep up with her if she were loaded with warriors.
He decided to keep on running UpRiver.
Ten minutes later, as he was running close-hauled, another large warcanoe cut across his path.
This held sixteen paddlers on each side and supported a small deck in the bow and the stern. Two
men stood on each deck beside a catapult mounted on a wooden pedestal. The two in the bow placed a
round object which sputtered smoke in the pocket of the catapult. One pulled the catch, and the
arm of the machine banged against the crossbeam. The canoe shuddered, and there was a slight halt
in the deep rhythmic grunting of the paddlers. The smoking object flew in a high arc until it was
about twenty feet in front of The Hadji and tea feet above the water. It exploded with a loud
noise and much black smoke, quickly cleared away by the breeze.
Some of the women screamed, and a man shouted. He thought, there is sulfur in this area.
Otherwise, they would not have been able to make gunpowder. He called to Loghu and Esther
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Rodriguez to take over at the tiller. Both women were pale, but they seemed calm enough, although
neither woman had ever experienced a bomb.
Gwenafra had been put inside the fo'c'sle. Alice had a yew bow in her hand and a quiver of arrows
strapped to her back. Her pale skin contrasted shockingly with the red lipstick and the green
eyelid-makeup. But she had been through at least ten running battles on the water, and her nerves
were as steady as the chalk cliffs of Dover. Moreover, she was the best archer of the lot. Burton
was a superb marksman with a firearm but he lacked practice with the bow. Kazz could draw the
riverdragon horn bow even deeper than Burton, but his marksmanship was abominable. Frigate claimed
it would never be very good; like most preliterates, he lacked a development of the sense of
perspective.
The catapult men did not fit another bomb to the machine, Evidently; the bomb had been a warning
to stop. Burton intended to stop for nothing. Their pursuers could have shot them full of arrows
several times. That they had refrained meant that they wanted The Hadji crew alive.
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