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“Perhaps,” Silverwind nodded, “but I’ll bet she’d rather be back doing forensic magic for the Department of Security and Justice.”
“She can always fall back on that if she loses the election,” Oceanvine shrugged.
“Oh, there’s no doubt that she’ll be elected,” Silverwind disagreed. “Ironblade gave her nearly all the credit for the rescue of Rjalkatyp. By the time he got done you would have thought we were her backup.”
“I doubt Blizzard would have let it lie at that,” Oceanvine opined.
“No, but folks wanted a local hero so her disclaimers were seen as seemly modesty.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not in the least,” Silverwind told her. “I just wish Ysemay’s book on the incident had given her all the credit as well.”
“Ready about!” Candle’s voice called from on deck. “Prepare for flight.”
“Prepare for flight?” Oceanvine echoed. “He’s making it up as he goes along, you know.” She found something to hold on to, however.
“Maybe he’ll come up with a better way to say it,” Silverwind speculated as the boat began to rise up. There was a brief period of instability as the craft shuddered and then it smoothed out as the hull lifted entirely out of the water. Once it was all the way up, it matched the rhythm of the ocean once again, although the rhythm now was different. It was faster, less formal; as if now Maiyim Bourne was in a hurry to experience the sea all at once. “Want me to make lunch?”
“I’ll do it, dear,” Oceanvine replied. “I’ll put a cold lunch together.” She left as Silverwind started changing into the clothes he had chosen.
SPIDERS
Mongering
INT. AFGHAR OUTPOST OFFICE - DAY
HADDOCK paces the room.
HADDOCK
He wants vengeance.