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save his life today,” Tikaya noted.
    “A bonding experience, you’d think, but I clearly make him uneasy. I suspect...” Rias lowered his voice. “Although it wouldn’t seem likely in a youth, I’ve had the sense that he knows who I am.”
    Tikaya climbed to her feet, using Rias for balance as the ship rocked and swayed. “Maybe there are dartboards all across Nuria with your likeness painted on them, so that even kitchen scrub-boys know you’re an enemy of the chiefdom.”
    “A cheery thought.”
    After their uninspired first conversation, Tikaya didn’t think Garchee would be excited to see her looming over his hammock either, but she picked her way across the rocking deck and tapped him on the leg. His eyelids flew up, reminding her of a rabbit startled from its meal by a predator.
    Fortunately, he didn’t fling himself from the hammock in search of a rabbit hole. He merely gave her a wary, “Greetings.” He peered around her and spotted Rias. He swallowed and licked his lips, but then gave him a wary nod too.
    Tikaya held up the flute, drawing his gaze back to her. “The captain has tasked me with learning to play this, and I was wondering if you knew anything about it.”
    Garchee shook his head.
    “I know some Nurian mythology,” Tikaya said, “but perhaps not enough.”
    Garchee shrugged.
    “Are you familiar with the tale of the Three Huntsmen? One of these scenes depicts three bowmen stalking a hyena, so I thought of the story.”
    Garchee eyed the flute. “You won’t guess it.”
    You won’t guess it? He couldn’t know, could he? “Care to give me a tip?”
    “It’s not for foreigners to play.”
    “Then how did the captain get a hold of this one?”
    Garchee turned his face toward the wall.
    “You brought the flute on board, didn’t you?” Tikaya asked. “Did you give it to the captain to pay for your passage, or did he take it when he found out about it?”
    “I don’t...”
    Rias came to stand beside Tikaya, entering the boy’s view.
    “I traded it,” Garchee mumbled. “It was all I had left after...” He sighed. “It wasn’t a fair trade, but I wanted to... I have only myself to blame for all of this.”
    Tikaya glanced at Rias, wondering if he understood all of the boys’ words. She knew he had some familiarity with Nurian, but the mumbles would have been hard for the youth’s own mother to decipher. “The this you speak of,” Tikaya said, “was you deciding to steal the flute from the Great Chief’s palace?”
    Garchee’s head jerked up. “I didn’t steal anything.”
    “Then how did you acquire it?”
    Someone up on deck called to someone else, the words too muffled by the wind and intervening walls to understand. Garchee hurled himself from his hammock so quickly he almost crashed to the floor. He found his feet, saying, “That’ll be the watch change. I have to go.” He sprinted for the stairs, as if he feared they’d try to stop him.
    “He’s less helpful every time I talk to him,” Tikaya said. “Was that really the watch change? I couldn’t make it out.”
    “I don’t think so.” Rias held out his palm, silently asking to see the flute, and Tikaya handed it to him. He rolled it in his hand and held it up to the lantern. “I’ve never seen one of these before. I remember many sea battles where Nurian drummers sought to inspire their men, and the booms floated across the water, but I never heard flute music.”
    “The Enigma Flutes are highly prized. I imagine most are kept in the royal family’s vaults.”
    “But if they do what you say and make crowds of people amenable to suggestion, surely Nurian admirals would have brought them along in times of war to be used on our marines when we closed to boarding distance. To implant the suggestion that the Nurian captains were benevolent leaders who should be obeyed.”
    “I...” It was a good point, Tikaya thought. “Perhaps it only works on people in a certain state of mind. The brains and