'You painted this?' he said, noting the small rendition of three cherries in the bottom left-hand corner.
Shigeru bowed his head in acknowledgement. 'It's a little crude. But it was done with love.'
Horace slowly rolled the linen up, replaced the ribbon, and placed it safely in the breast of his jacket.
'It's a true treasure,' he said. 'I will keep it always.'
'Then I am content,' Shigeru said.
Horace spread his hands in an awkward gesture. He hadn't thought to find a gift for Shigeru.
'I have nothing to give you…' he began. But the Emperor held up one graceful forefinger to silence him.
'You gave me my country,' he said simply.
They faced each other for a long moment. There were no more words. From the ship, they heard Halt call, his voice a little apologetic for the intrusion.
'Horace. Gundar says the tide is falling. Or rising. Whatever it's doing, we have to be on our way.'
His tone was gentle. He had watched his young friend and Shigeru and he sensed they had reached the awkward point that comes in all farewells – when there is nothing further to say, yet neither person wants to be the one to make the final move, to break the bond between them. When someone or something needs to give them the impetus to part.
'I've got to go,' Horace said huskily.
Shigeru nodded. 'Yes.'
Briefly, they embraced once more, careful not to crumple the scroll inside Horace's jacket. Then the tall young warrior turned abruptly and ran up the boarding ladder. His feet had barely touched the deck when the crew hauled the ladder aboard and began poling the ship clear of the beach, turning its bow to the open sea. Horace moved to the stern, his hand raised in farewell. On the beach, Shigeru mirrored the gesture.
The ebbing tide took hold of the wolfship, pulling it swiftly away from the beach while the crew hoisted the triangular sail. Then, as the yard was braced around, the sail filled and the rudder began to bite as Gundar set a course to weather the headland. Horace remained in the stern, watching the figure on the shore grow increasingly smaller. After several minutes, Evanlyn moved to stand with him, slipping her arm around his waist.
Impulsively, Will went to join them, intending to add his support and comfort to Evanlyn's. But Alyss caught his arm and stopped him.
'Leave them,' she said quietly.
He frowned, not quite understanding for a second or two, then the message sank in. His mouth formed a silent 'Oh'.
The deck heeled as the wind freshened and the water began to chuckle louder as it slid down the sides of the accelerating wolfship.
Finally, they rounded the point and Horace could no longer see his friend, the Emperor of Nihon-Ja.
'Butterfly?' Will said. 'Why "Butterfly"?'
'I believe it's a term of great respect,' Selethen said gravely. He was very obviously not laughing. Too obviously, Will thought.
'It's all right for you,' he said. 'They called you "Hawk". "Hawk" is an excellent name. It's warlike and noble. But…Butterfly?'
Selethen nodded. 'I agree that Hawk is an eminently suitable name. I assume it had to do with my courage and nobility of heart.'
Halt coughed and the Arridi lord looked at him, eyebrows raised.
'I think it referred less to your heart and more to another part of your body,' Halt said mildly. He tapped his finger meaningfully along the side of his nose. It was a gesture he'd always wanted an opportunity to use and this one was too good to miss. Selethen sniffed and turned away, affecting not to notice.
They'd been at sea for five days, which explained Halt's current good spirits. He'd gone through the usual period spent huddled by the lee rail, face white, eyes sunk deep in his head. His friends had tactfully ignored him while he got his sealegs.
Now, with a constant wind over their port quarter and a smooth, even swell, Wolfwill was eating up the kilometres on the trip home. In the west, a magnificent sunset was painting the low-lying clouds on the horizon in shades of brilliant gold and orange. The six friends sat in low canvas chairs in a clear space just forward of Gundar's steering position, discussing the names they had been given by the Kikori.
Selethen was named Hawk. Alyss had been given the title of Tsuru, or Crane. It was a long-legged, graceful bird and the name was appropriate. Evanlyn was Kitsune, the Nihon-Jan word for fox – a tribute to her speed and agility.
Halt, strangely enough, had been known only as Halto-san. Perhaps this was because, of all of them, his name was the easiest for the Nihon-Jan to enunciate.
But Will had been taken aback in his confrontation with Arisaka to discover that his name – Chocho – meant Butterfly. It seemed a highly unwarlike name to him – not at all glamorous. And he was puzzled to know why they had selected it. His friends, of course, delighted in helping him guess the reason.
'I assume it's because you're such a snazzy dresser,' Evanlyn said. 'You Rangers are a riot of colour, after all.'
Will glared at her, and was mortified to hear Alyss snigger at the princess's sally. He'd thought Alyss, at least, might stick up for him.
'I think it might be more to do with the way he raced around the training ground, darting here and there to correct the way a man might be holding his shield, then dashing off to show someone how to put their body weight into their javelin cast,' said Horace, a little more sympathetically. Then he ruined the effect by adding thoughtlessly, 'I must say, your cloak did flutter around like a butterfly's wings.'
'It was neither of those things,' Halt said finally, and they all turned to look at him. 'I asked Shigeru,' he explained. 'He said that they had all noticed how Will's mind and imagination darts from one idea to another at such high speed, backwards, forwards, sideways, in a totally unpredictable pattern – something I've noticed myself. Actually, it's a pretty fair name for you when you think about it.'
Will looked mollified. 'I suppose it's not too bad if you put it that way. It's just it does seem a bit…girly.' He sensed the stiffening of attitude from Evanlyn and Alyss and hastened to qualify his words, 'Which I, for one, don't mind a bit. It's a compliment, really. A term of great respect, in fact.'
'I like my name,' Horace said, a little smugly. 'Black Bear. It describes my prodigious strength and my mighty prowess in battle.'
Alyss might have let him get away with it, if it hadn't been for his tactless remark about Will's cloak flapping like a butterfly's wings.
'Not quite,' she said. 'I asked Mikeru where the name came from. He said it described your prodigious appetite and your mighty prowess at the dinner table. It seems that when you were escaping through the mountains, Shigeru and his followers were worried you'd eat all the supplies by yourself.'
There was a general round of laughter. After a few seconds, Horace joined in. Halt, watching him closely, thought to himself how well this young man had turned out. Courageous, loyal and with unsurpassed skill with weapons, he was a credit to Baron Arald's Ward and the Castle Redmont Battleschool. Halt didn't factor in that his own influence and example might have played some role in forming such a strong and likeable character.
'Well,' said Evanlyn, 'we're going to have to find another title for him soon.'
They all looked at her, puzzled by her words. Will, glancing at Horace, noticed that his best friend had gone beet red with embarrassment. Evanlyn, sitting close beside Horace, jogged him gently with her elbow.
'Tell them,' she said, grinning broadly. Horace cleared his throat, humphed and harrumphed several times and finally managed to speak.
'Well, it's just that…you see…we're sort of…' He hesitated, cleared his throat two or three more times, and Evanlyn jogged him again, a little less gently.
'Tell them,' she repeated and the words came in a rush, like water from a collapsing dam.
'LastnightIproposedtoEvanlynandshesaidyes…' He managed to slow down and said at a more comprehensible speed, 'so when we get home, we're going to be married and I hope -'
He said more. But nobody heard him in the general whoop of delight and congratulations that erupted from his friends. The Skandians looked up, startled at the sudden commotion. Halt turned to Gundar as Will surged across the deck to embrace first Horace, then Evanlyn, his face alight with joy for the two of them, his heart swelling with happiness.
'Gundar!' Halt cried. 'Break out some of our special provisions, and some wine and ale. We're having a party tonight!'
'I'm for that!' Gundar said, grinning broadly. He'd heard Horace's announcement and he was delighted for the two young people. Word of the engagement flashed along the rowing benches where the crew were relaxing. There was a roar of delight from the forward bench, then the bear-like figure of Nils Ropehander came lumbering down the deck, bellowing congratulations.