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Finn asked, feeling as deflated as a capsized balloon, “telling me what that was all about? I thought we were doomed.”
    “That isn't no word in the tongue of my folk. That's a human-person word, be what it is.”
    Finn knew better than to argue the point. And, in time, Bucerius explained that surely Finn recalled that the Easterlies blew in the morning and the Westerlies in the night. It was night, as anyone could see, and now they would have to sail low, to catch what wind there might be, wind known, of course, to veteran pilots like himself.
    Finn accepted the Bullie's answer, and wondered, not for the first time, if there might not be some better way to navigate the air than hanging below a bag of gas, hoping it would go where you wanted to be. He vowed, when he could, to give the matter more thought. There might be some way to craft a lizard for such a task. He would certainly take it up with Julia Jessica Slagg.
    He quickly swept away those thoughts, determined not to bring them up again.
    “And when will we reach Heldessia?” Finn wanted to know. “Sometime soon, I presume.”
    “If the wind be willing. If it not, it be later than that.”
    “Later than what?”
    “Later than when we'd be if it wasn't. You wants to run this lovely device, let me be gettin’ some sleep?” “No, I wouldn't care to do that.”
    “Wouldn't care for you to try. I got some good years left to be.”
    So do I
, Finn thought,
and if I come home safe, I swear I'll not risk the time I've got on something as foolish as this….
    He searched the sky for other balloons of the merchant fleet, but if they were there, it was too dark to see. The ground swept by perilously close below, and Finn could smell the foul stench of the swamp, the fetid odor of stagnant water and rotting vegetation, the scent of some loathsome, unknown creature of the night.
    Either that, or the stupefying, deadly emanations fromBucerius, who had eaten great quantities of turnips, whistle beans and mackerel cheese. Finn thought of the jelly sandwich and fatcake he'd left behind, the supper Letitia had packed. Even his favorite foods had no appeal now.
    “Sweet Letitia, how I wish I was with you now. Though it's clear you're not as worried, not as anxious or disturbed as I feel you ought to be, I would overlook that if only you were near… “
    “What's that? By damn, what you be a'mutterin’ now?”
    “Not a thing, Bucerius. I was talking to myself. As you so kindly mentioned before, it's a thing that human persons do.”
    “It be one of the things. Not all of ‘em, for sure. You wantin’ some of this cheese?”
    “No,” Finn said, holding his breath as the Bullie loosed a ripper again, “but it's kind of you to ask.”
    Up, GET UP, DAMN YOUR HIDE, ON YOUR FEET, NOW!”
    Finn came awake at once, suddenly aware he'd been dozing, and wondered how he'd managed that.
    “What is it? Nothing of great matter, I hope.”
    “Just hold on to those lines. Don't be lettin’ ‘em go.”
    “Something's amiss, I can tell. Whatever it is, I want to know.”
    “We be landin’ soon, is what it is. Them lights down there? That's Heldessia. Just south there's the royal grounds.”
    “Say, that's fine.” Finn peered over for a better look.
    “Isn't fine a'tall.”
    “It's not?”
    “You listenin’, human person?
Not
bein’ fine, there's Bowsers everywhere. Place be swarming down there. They already snaggered a balloon, or I'd never spotted ‘em at all.”
    “What? Why would they—”
    Finn's words were lost as a volley of musket fire rang out in the night. A lead ball thunked into the wicker basket, close to Finn's head. Another whined overhead and snapped a line.
    “What do they want? What's going
on
here!”
    “I shoulda remembered, damn me,” the Bullie said. “It's Thursday again. Tuesdays and Thursdays, they be try an’ kill the King…”

 

FIFTEEN
     
    F INN HAD A GREAT MANY QUESTIONS, QUES tions he felt called for answers at once. Panic,