Twice, the Gryphon had been rudely jostled and thumped on its starboard side, and had listed unevenly for some time after each bump, indicating that the ship had grappled and boarded two other ships during the night.Twice, the Gryphon had been rudely jostled and thumped on its starboard side, and had listed unevenly for some time after each bump, indicating that the ship had grappled and boarded two other ships during the night. Since no one came below decks to look in on them or free them, the Gryphon had apparently not changed hands during the fighting. More than once Brianna had wished that the scarred woman across the cell was Agnes. She felt trapped and alone in this nightmare and a warm body to cling to would have been most comforting during the worst of the fighting above. The ship's mate had said they were at war with Tavect. Who were the brave young men dying on the decks above? She wondered if any of her suitors had fallen. But, of course! The answer was there all along. The slavers had fooled no one, and her royal poppa had sent the men to find her! She tried to shout that she was here, here in the brig, but a sharp glare from her cellmate silenced her, as she remembered that the imperial forces might still be winning above decks. |