Sackett's Land (1974) (14 page)

We had a little food. We built a fire, ate, and I worked at making arrows for my longbow.

We saw no savages. A few ducks and geese flew up from time to time, and one of the geese I killed with an arrow. Two of us slept onshore, the other on the boat. We rested, ate, and rested again, and in the evening when I went down to the sea to look for whatever might be seen, I saw a deer and killed it.

So we skinned it out, stretched the hide, and hung the meat for drying, aiding the process with smoke.

We had carried our goods aboard the boat, all but the meat, and Sakim was taking in our line, waiting for Rufisco and me, ready to shove off.

I heard a cry ... a choked, hoarse cry.

Turning swiftly I saw Rufisco. There were four arrows in him and a dozen savages rushing toward us. Sakim fired.

A man spun and dropped, but the others were not dismayed by the sound, and came on. I caught up my sword and wheeled about, taking a wide slash as I turned, and severing an uplifted arm holding a tomahawk. Sakim had dropped the one pistol and lifted the fowling piece, which was charged with shot, and fired it into them.

They scattered, two dropped, one of them very bloody, and I rushed in and had Rufisco by the collar. Back I went, sword on guard, dragging him through the water and into the boat, which Sakim shoved off. A flight of arrows, pursued us.

One scratched me, another lodged in my clothing, but Rufisco was aboard, and when they rushed again we were well out of their reach, the wind filling our sail.

Rufisco stared up at me, breathing in hoarse gasps, a bloody froth upon his lips. "Too late!" he mumbled. "There will be no wine with the passing girls, no sitting in the sun."

He was not a man to lie to, and he knew as well as I that with two arrows in his lungs there was little that could be done. He held on to my hand and I could not take it from him to do what might be done to make him easier. Maybe the handclasp was all he wanted at the moment.

"Bury me where I can smell the sea," he said, after spitting blood.

"We can push the arrows through," I said. "They're showing out your back."

One was through his thigh, and bleeding bad.

"Let me be. The knowledge of death was in me." He spat again. "At least, I die with men."

He lay on his side on the gig's bottom, and there was no way I could make him easy without causing more pain. He lay there, eyes closed, breathing hoarsely, always that bloody froth at his lips. I wiped it away.

He opened his eyes again, strangely quiet. "A gray day, that an Italiano should die upon a gray day!"

"We can reach the coastal islands," Sakim said. "There we can find a safe place."

I held his hand with my left, and with my right the tiller. It was a long way across, and somewhere upon the crossing Rufisco died ... I do not know when, nor even where. Except at the last his fingers held no longer to mine, and I placed the hand down and Sakim looked over at me, but said nothing.

We had lost a comrade, one not easy to lose.

The moon was high when we came up to shore again. It was a long sandy shore on which the surf of the sound rolled up softly.

We beached the gig and carried a line inland to make fast to a low-growing tree. Then we carried the body of Rufisco ashore and above the level of the tide we dug a grave, and there we buried him where he could hear the winds blow, and feel the pulse of the sea. It would not be too different, I thought, than his own Mediterranean, for this too was an inland water, and this too, was warm.

Taking a sight upon a tree, I marked the place for memory, but in the morning, when there was light enough, I carved a name on a slab and placed it there. I knew not the day of his birth, but gave that of his death. His name, too, I placed there, although the place a man leaves is in the hearts of those he leaves behind, and in his work, not upon a slab...

We went back to the boat, then, and shoved off, lifting our sail and pointing our bows again to the north. And all that day we saw no sail, nor the next nor the next nor the next.

When again we walked upon land it was on the shores of the northern sound. I killed a deer there, at ninety paces, with one arrow, and we ate well. Later we collected the leaves from a plant Sakim recognized and made a tea, and not a bad one.

We rested on the sand, and Sakim said to me, "It is a good land, this, a fine land." He sat up suddenly. "You should stay in this land, this should be your home."

"Here?" I was not astonished, for the thought had been in me, too.

"Perhaps. I would like a family. A man should build. He should always build."

"You want sons?"

"Sons and daughters."

I raised on one elbow. "I wonder about you, Sakim."

"There is no need. I was once almost a philosopher, my friend, but there was too much of the rascal in me. There was also a woman ... the daughter of a very important man. I was rascal enough to woo her, and philosopher enough to leave quickly when we were discovered."

"Have you never been back?"

"To be killed by soldiers? Or imprisoned? Besides, she was a philosopher, too."

"What do you mean by that?"

"When she saw that I was gone she faced the realities and married another man. Now she is rich, important, and domestic. I would no longer be interested in her, and she would only be amused by me."

"You were a student?"

"I was a teacher. My father, my grandfather and my great-grandfather were judges, and so was I to be."

"You were fortunate. I had few books, and no school."

Sakim shrugged. "You had your father, obviously a wise man, and you had a gift."

"I? A gift?"

"A gift of listening. When men spoke, you heard, and of what you heard, you thought." He sat up. "And now," he smiled wickedly, "Oh, Master of Wisdom, we should float our craft ... We will catch noTiger on this shore."

Our sail was no sooner up, our craft before the wind, than we saw her, broad and beautiful across the way, Captain Brian Tempany's three-master coming down upon us, all sails set and a bone in her teeth, as the saying is.

We hove to and, with Sakim at the tiller, I stood by the mast and waved my hat.

She came along up to us, taking in sail as she approached, and there were faces at the bow rail and aft, and there was Captain Tempany, and Corvino!

Corvino as well, and Jublain ... good old Jublain!

And then another face. I was startled and blinked my eyes, but it was she. It was Abigail.

Her hair blowing in the wind, smiling at me, her eyes bright with welcome.

"See her, Sakim?" I said, half-turning. "That is why I dream."

"I see, I do indeed. But she is not to dream about, my friend, sheis the dream!"

Chapter
13

An hour later, in the cabin, and over a glass of sack, I explained our situation.

Tempany did not interrupt, only nodding from time to time as he paced the deck. "So we suspected," he said, "but there was no chance. TheJack slipped from her moorings and was well down the river before we discovered that you were missing."

He paused. "You have furs, you say?"

"Getting them will not be easy. I am afraid it cannot be done without alerting Bardle. He has you outgunned, Captain."

"Perhaps. And we want no trouble." He frowned. "We should recover your furs, then sail up the coast. There're the Spanish below us." He glanced at me. "What would you suggest?"

"Move now ... at once. Recover the furs and get away before Bardle is prepared. Once he knows your vessel is in these waters, he will be alert."

Tempany moved to the companionway and called. In a few minutes he returned. "You're sure of the water's depth?"

"We are ... and Sakim and I will go in after the furs."

He went on deck and Abigail smoothed her skirt with careful hands. "I was dreadfully frightened," she said quietly. "I was afraid something terrible had happened to you."

"How do you happen to be here?" I asked.

She laughed. "I convinced him I'd not be safe in London! I think he wanted to bring me, anyway, and all he needed was an excuse."

"Have you been ashore?"

"Oh, no!"

"It's beautiful," I said. "So many kinds of trees, and flowers everywhere. Of course," I added, "there's alligators and bears and Indians."

"We saw some alligators, and once some Indians came out and tried to get us to come ashore. We did not go, although we traded with them for some dried meat and a couple of huge turtles."

"I am glad you came," I said suddenly. "I have been thinking of you."

She glanced at me. "Really? With all those alligators and Indians to think of, I am surprised."

"From alligators and Indians there is always a chance of escape," I said smiling.

"And from me?"

"A much smaller chance, but I am not sure I would try."

Tempany called down the hatch. "Sackett? Come on deck."

He had land on his starboard bow. It was the passage from the northern sound to the southern. I stood by him as we started into the passage, for we had passed it before.

"That man you have with you? He's a Moor?"

"Aye, a good man, and an educated one." I told him about Rufisco and the sudden attack by Indians.

"I've been told some are friendly," Tempany commented.

"Some are, but others are as different as Europeans, either as individuals or tribes. We are at war with the Spanish, or on the verge of it. A ship at sea is in danger from whatever ship it encounters. Indians may be friendly one time, enemies another. They respect strength, and very little else."

When we had passed into the southern sound and saw no sail, we went below, and for the first time in many weeks I sat down to a civilized meal with well-cooked food.

As we ate, I told him of my thoughts of the land. "It is beautiful, and there is nothing in England that surpasses it. I think I may well continue to venture here, to trade with the Indians, perhaps even to buy land from them."

"It is soon," Tempany objected. "It is too soon. A fancied slight can turn them against you. I have no dealings with these Indians, as they are called, but I have dealt with others of a similar kind, and they are easily offended. One can create trouble through misunderstanding, for their ways are different than ours."

"Granted ... but I shall learn."

"You had best come back to England first," Tempany said, "there is the matter of a gentleman who would make you his heir. And no small thing it is."

For a moment I was silent. How to tell him the spell those empty rivers had cast upon me? Or the vastness of that land out there? The mystery of it?

"I must go beyond the mountains," I said.

"There are always mountains," Tempany said grimly, "of one kind or another. Think, before you decide. What future is there here but a life among savages, until you become savage yourself?"

Later, Jublain and Corvino were waiting on deck. "We have traded a little along the coast," Corvino said, "and we have done well."

They had already met Sakim, and the three were friends. I gave a thought to Rufisco, buried under the sand. He wanted the sun, and the wine and the girls. I would drink a toast to him, someday, in some such place as that of which he dreamed.

"Sakim! You have done many things, but have you ever built a ship?"

"I have. And several I have rebuilt after battle or storm." He looked at me thoughtfully. "You are thinking of a ship?"

"I am ... and a cargo of potash."

"Potash?"

"It's used in making glass, and soap, too. I shall burn oak wood, perhaps some other hardwoods as well. Leach the ashes and ship them to England."

"They will pay for that?" Jublain was skeptical.

"Aye," Corvino said. "A glassmaker would pay ten shillings per hundredweight, and here there are forests of oaks. All it takes is work."

"I am a warrior," Jublain said contemptuously.

"And a poor one," Corvino agreed. "A warrior who will not soil his hands, but does not have a bit for wine or ale? Or one who works a little and buys what ale and wine he needs?"

"If it comes to that," Jublain admitted.

The weather was fair and the wind held steady. The three-master moved along smoothly, yet slowed by the current, and when we were abeam of the rocks, Sakim, Jublain and I shoved off in the gig, which had been towed astern. It needed only a short time to retrieve our first cache of furs, load them into the gig and start back. There was no sign of Nick Bardle or his crew, nor of any Indians.

We moved upstream to the mouth of the first branching stream of size. There we put the wheel over and, using great care, let the current strike our starboard bow and slowly swing the ship around. There was room enough and to spare, and when we had turned we started downstream, moving toward the farther bank.

The low island to which we came looked no different than it had. I went down the ladder into the gig, followed by Sakim and Jublain again, and once more we pushed away from theTiger's side toward familiar land.