cc.fireice-第3节

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　The　damp　air　carried　a　perfume　laden　with　scents　from　the　ancient　lands　that　surrounded　the　sea。　He　cocked　his　ear；　straining　to　hear　over　the　erratic　thrum…thrum　of　the　Star's　engines。　Decades　at　sea　had　honed　his　senses　to　a　sharp　edge。　Another　boat　was　moving　through　the　fog。　Who　else　would　be　so　foolish　as　to　sail　on　such　a　terrible　night？　Maybe　it　was　the　vodka　at　work。
　
　A　new　sound　drowned　out　the　boat　noise。　Music　was　ing　from　the　passengers'　quarters。　Someone　was　playing　a　concertina　and　male　voices　sang　in　chorus。　It　was　the　Russian　national　anthem；　〃Baje　Tsaria　Krani。〃　〃God　Save　the　Tsar。〃　The　melancholy　voices　made　him　sad；　and　he　went　back　into　the　wheelhouse　and　closed　the　door　so　he　could　no　longer　hear　the　haunting　strains。
　
　The　fog　vanished　with　the　dawn；　and　the　bleary…eyed　mate　stumbled　in　to　relieve　the　captain。　Tovrov　gave　him　the　course　orders；　then　stepped　outside　and　yawned　in　the　early…morning　sunlight。　He　swept　his　eyes　over　the　blue　satin　sea　and　saw　that　his　instincts　had　been　right。　A　fishing　boat　was　running　parallel　to　the　Star's　long　wake。　He　watched　the　boat　for　a　few　minutes；　then　shrugged　and　made　the　rounds；　warning　every　crewman　that　the　officers'　quarters　were　off…limits。
　
　Satisfied　that　all　was　well；　the　captain　crawled　into　his　bunk　and　slept　in　his　clothes。　His　first　mate　was　under　strict　orders　to　awaken　him　at　the　first　sign　of　anything　unusual。　Nevertheless；　Tovrov；　who　had　mastered　the　art　of　the　cat…nap；　rose　several　times　and　returned　to　a　deep　slumber　in　between。　Around　midday；　he　awoke　and　went　into　the　mess；　where　he　ate　bread　and　cheese；　plus　sausage　purchased　with　his　newfound　wealth。　A　stout　woman　was　there；　bending　over　the　stove；　and　standing　by　was　a　tough…looking　Cossack　who　helped　her　carry　the　steaming　pots　back　to　the　passenger　section。　After　his　meal；　Tovrov　relieved　the　mate　for　a　lunch　break。　As　the　day　wore　on；　the　fishing　boat　fell　back　until　it　could　have　been　anyone　of　the　dots　visible　on　the　horizon。
　
　The　Star　seemed　to　shed　years　as　she　glided　over　the　mirrored　surface　of　the　sunlit　sea。　Eager　to　reach　Constantinople；　Tovrov　ordered　the　ship　kept　at　nearly　top　speed；　but　finally；　the　ship　paid　for　its　coltish　behavior。　Around　dinner…time；　an　engine　broke　down；　and　though　the　first　mate　and　the　engineer　tinkered　with　the　engine　for　hours；　their　only　acplishment　was　to　coat　themselves　with　grease。　The　captain　saw　that　further　effort　was　futile　and　ordered　them　to　push　forward　on　one　engine。
　
　The　major　was　waiting　in　the　wheelhouse　and　roared　like　a　wounded　bull　when　the　captain　laid　out　the　problem。　Tovrov　said　they　would　get　to　Constantinople；　only　not　as　soon。　An　extra　day；　perhaps。
　
　Yakelev　raised　his　fists　in　the　air　and　affixed　the　captain　with　his　baleful　eye。　Tovrov　expected　to　be　smashed　to　goulash；　but　the　major　suddenly　whirled　and　swept　from　the　cabin。　The　captain　exhaled　the　breath　he　had　been　holding　and　returned　to　his　charts。　The　ship　was　moving　at　half　speed；　but　at　least　it　was　moving。　The　captain　prayed　to　the　icon　of　Saint　Basil　on　the　wall　that　the　good　engine　would　hold　out。
　
　Yakelev　was　calmer　when　he　returned。　The　captain　asked　how　the　passengers　were　doing。　They　were　fine；　the　major　said；　but　they　would　do　better　if　the　stinking　rust　bucket　they　were　on　got　to　where　it　was　going。　Fog　moved　in　later；　and　Tovrov　had　to　reduce　speed　by　a　couple　of　knots。　He　hoped　Yakelev　was　asleep　and　wouldn't　notice。
　
　Tovrov　had　the　nervous　mental　tic　that　es　to　men　who　have　spent　their　lives　on　the　water；　his　eyes　constantly　darting　here　and　there；　checking　the　pass　and　barometer　dozens　of　times　in　an　hour。　In　between；　he　walked　from　wing　to　wing　to　observe　weather　and　sea　conditions。　About　one　o'clock　in　the　morning；　he　went　out　onto　the　port　wing。　。　。　and　his　neck　began　to　tingle。　A　vessel　was　overtaking　them。　He　listened　intently。　It　was　closing　fast。
　
　Tovrov　was　a　simple　man；　but　he　was　not　stupid。　He　cranked　the　phone　that　connected　the　bridge　to　the　officers'　cabin。
　
　Yakelev　answered。　〃What　do　you　want？〃　he　snapped。
　
　〃We　must　talk；〃　Tovrov　said。
　
　〃I　will　e　by　later。〃
　〃No；　it　is　very　important。　We　must　talk　now。〃
　〃All　right。　e　down　to　the　passengers'　quarters。　Don't　worry；〃　Yakelev　said　with　an　evil　chuckle；　〃I'll　try　not　to　shoot　you。〃
　
　The　captain　hung　up　and　woke　Sergei；　who　reeked　of　alcohol。　He　poured　the　mate　a　mug　of　the　strong　black　coffee。
　
　〃Keep　a　heading　due　south。　I　will　be　back　in　a　few　minutes。　Any　mistakes　and　I　will　take　away　your　vodka　until　we　reach　Constantinople。〃
　
　Tovrov　hurried　below　and　cautiously　pushed　open　the　door；　half　expecting　to　be　met　by　a　hail　of　bullets。　Yakelev　was　waiting。　He　stood　with　his　legs　wide　apart　and　his　hands　on　his　hips。　Four　other　Cossacks　were　asleep　on　the　floor。　Another　sat　cross…legged　with　his　back　to　the　cabin　door　and　a　rifle　balanced　on　his　knees。
　
　Yakelev　glared　accusingly。　〃You　woke　me　up。〃
　〃e　with　me；　please；〃　the　captain　said；　leading　the　way　outside。　They　descended　to　the　fog…shrouded　main　deck　and　made　their　way　to　the　stem。　The　captain　leaned　over　the　fantail　and　peered　into　the　wooly　darkness　that　swallowed　their　broad　wake。　He　listened　a　few　seconds；　blocking　out　the　burble　and　hiss　of　the　water。
　
　〃A　boat　is　following　us；〃　he　said。
　
　Yakelev　looked　at　him　with　suspicion　and　cupped　his　hand　to　his　ear。　〃You're　crazy。　I　hear　nothing　but　the　noise　from　this　stupid　ship。〃
　〃You're　a　Cossack；〃　Tovrov　said。　〃You　know　about　horses？〃
　〃Of　course；〃　the　major　replied；　with　a　contemptuous　snort。　〃What　man　doesn't？〃
　〃I　don't；　but　I　do　know　ships；　and　we're　being　followed。　；　A　piston　on　that　boat　is　missing　a　stroke。　I　think　it　is　the　fishing　boat　I　saw　earlier。〃
　〃So　what　of　it？　This　is　the　sea。　Fish　swim　in　the　sea。〃
　〃There　are　no　fish　this　far　from　shore。〃　He　listened　again。　〃No　doubt。　It's　the　same　boat　and　it　is　moving　in　on　us。〃
　
　The　major　uttered　a　string　of　curses　and　pounded　the　rail：　〃You　must　lose　them。〃
　〃Impossible！　Not　with　one　engine　down。〃
　
　Yakelev's　hand　grabbed　the　front　of　Tovrov's　coat　and　he　lifted　the　captain　onto　his　toes。
　
　〃Do　not　tell　me　what　is　impossible；〃　he　snarled。　〃It　took　us　weeks　to　e　from　Kiev。　The　temperature　was　thirty　degrees　below　zero。　The　wind　lashed　our　faces　like　whips。　There　was　a　burin；　a　blizzard　like　none　I　have　ever　seen。　I　had　a　full　sontia　of　one　hundred　Cossacks　when　I　started。　These　pitiful　fellows　are　all　I　have　left。　My　other　men　stayed　behind　to　watch　our　backs　when　we　came　through　German　lines。　If　not　for　the　Tartars'　help；　we　would　all　be　dead。　We　managed　to　find　a　way。　You　will；　too。〃
　
　Tovrov　stifled　the　urge　to　cough。　〃Then　I　suggest　we　change　our　course　and　cut　the　lights。〃
　〃Do　it　then；〃　Yakelev　ordered；　releasing　his　iron　grip。
　
　The　captain　caught　his　breath　and　dashed　back　to　the　bridge；　with　the　major　close　behind。　As　they　approached　the　ladder　that　led　up　to　the　wheelhouse；　a　bright　square　of　light　appeared　on　the　deck　above。　Several　people　stepped　out　onto　the　open　platform。　The　light　was　from　behind；　so　their　faces　were　in　shadow。
　
　〃Inside！〃　Yakelev　shouted。
　
　〃We　came　outside　for　air；〃　a　woman　said；　speaking　in　a　German　accent。　〃It　is　stifling　in　the　cabin。〃
　〃Please；　Madame；〃　the　major　said　in　a　softer；　pleading　voice。
　
　〃As　you　wish；〃　the　woman　said；　after　a　moment。　She　was　clearly　reluctant；　but　she　herded　the　others　back　inside。　As　she　turned；　Tovrov　saw　her　profile。　She　had　a　strong　chin；　and　her　nose　was　slightly　curved　at　the　tip。
　
　A　guard　emerged　from　the　ship　and　called　down。　〃I　couldn't　stop　them；　Major。〃
　〃Go　back　inside　and　shut　the　door　before　all　the　world　hears　your　stupid　excuses。〃
　
　The　guard　vanished　and　slammed　the　door　behind　him。　As　Tovrov　stared　up　at　the　empty　platform；　the　major's　fingers　dug　into　his　arm。
　
　Yakelev's　voice　was　harsh　and　low。　〃You　saw　nothing；　Captain。〃
　〃Those　people　…　〃
　〃Nothing！　For　God's　sake；　man。　I　do　not　want　to　kill　you。〃
　
　Tovrov　started　to　reply；　but　the　words　never　left　his　mouth。　He　had　felt　a　change　in　the　ship's　movement；　and　he　jerked　his　arm　away　from　Yakelev's　grip。　〃I　must　go　to　the　bridge。〃
　〃What　is　wrong？〃
　〃There's　no　one　at　the　wheel。　Can't　you　feel　it？　My　stupid　first　mate　is　probably　drunk。〃
　
　Tovrov　left　the　major　behind　and　climbed　to　the　wheelhouse。　In　the　light　from　the　binnacle；　he　saw　the　wheel　slowly　spinning　back　and　forth　as　if　moved　by　invisible　hands。　The　captain　stepped　inside　and　stumbled　over　something　soft　and　yielding。　He　swore；　thinking　that　the　mate　had　passed　out。　Then　he　turned　on　the　light　and　saw　how　wrong　he　was。
　
　The　mate　lay　facedown　on　the　metal　deck；　a　puddle　of　blood　around　his　head。　Tovrov's　anger　turned　to　alarm。　He　knelt　beside　the　young　officer　and　turned　him　over。　A　wound　grinned　at　him　like　a　second　mouth　where　the　poor　wretch's　throat　had　been　cut。
　
　Eyes　wide　with　horror；　the　captain　stood　and　edged　away　from　the　corpse；　only　to　back　into　a　wall　of　solid　flesh。　He　whirled　and　saw　Yakelev。
　
　〃What　has　happened？〃　the　major　said。
　
　〃It's　incredible！　Someone　has　killed　the　first　mate。〃
　
　Yakelev　nudged　t