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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