Saxon: The Emperor's Elephant (24 page)

‘What’s happening?’ I asked one of the crew, an older man with grizzled, close-cropped hair, and dressed in a torn dirty shirt and ragged trousers.

He understood my Latin well enough to answer. ‘Trying to find exactly where so much water is getting in. The leak is bad, and gaining on us.’

One of the men down in the hold looked up, saw the circle of faces peering down, and gave an angry shout. Beside me two of the crew hurried off to fetch extra buckets and lowered them on ropes.
They were filled with bilge water, then hauled up hand over hand, and their contents dumped over the side.

Abram had come up to join me and, after questioning the old man in Greek, he turned to me. ‘The ship has a pump, but it is very old and it broke on the way to the salt jetty. That’s
why they’re having to use buckets.’

‘Can’t the pump be repaired?’ I enquired.

The dragoman shook his head. ‘Apparently the pump is such an ancient design that the broken part is impossible to replace.’

Down in the hold Protis surfaced and waded across to the foot of the ladder. When he stepped out on deck, he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. Water dripped from his sodden clothes and
pooled on the sun-baked planks of the deck.

‘A major leak,’ he announced. ‘But God only knows where it is.’

Osric had joined us from where he had been helping Walo set out bowls of drinking water for the dogs tethered along the ship’s rail. They had to be kept well away from the aurochs’
cage as their barking still enraged the great beast.

Now my friend asked mildly, ‘Could the leak be something to do with the repair you mentioned earlier, the one that had delayed your arrival at the salt jetty?’

The young Greek treated Osric to a look that was both exasperated and condescending. ‘Unfortunately there’s no access to that section of the hull. There’s too much ballast in
the way.’

Osric remained composed. ‘Maybe it would be worth stretching a canvas on the outside of the hull in that area, using ropes. That might slow the leak enough for us to reach harbour,’
he suggested calmly.

I recalled that, earlier in his life, my friend had voyaged on trading ships from Hispania. He must have learned this technique at that time.

Protis gave my friend another look, more of surprise this time. ‘I’ve heard of such a thing being done, but I’ve never tried it myself. I doubt if my men will agree. It’s
new to them and some can’t swim.’

‘I’m willing to go over the side and set the sail in place,’ Osric volunteered.

Protis pursed his lips, uncertain what to do. It was the first time I had seen his self-confidence falter. ‘It means stopping the ship while she’s sinking and that uses up precious
time. If it’s a failure, the vessel will take on so much water that she will founder before we reach land.’

Unexpectedly, Abram spoke up. ‘I will give Osric a hand if someone will tell me what to do.’

Protis seized his chance to reassert his captain’s role. ‘The principle’s straightforward. The crew on deck lowers a spare sail overboard close to where we think there is a
leak. The swimmers position the sail correctly and the inflow sucks the canvas over the hole. We then hold the sail in place with ropes around the ship and get her into harbour and mend her
properly.’

‘So there’s no time to waste,’ said Abram. He started to strip off his shirt.

Protis gave a quick grin of excitement. ‘If this succeeds, it’ll be the talk of Massalia!’

He shouted to the helmsman to bring the ship into the wind, and for the rest of the crew to lower the mainsail and bring aft the artemon.

The artemon proved to be a small square sail normally set on its own mast in the bow of the ship. While the men readied it as a patch for the hull, I reflected how strange it was to find
ourselves in such serious danger when everything about us was so tranquil. The wind had fallen away to the slightest breeze and the sun still shone from a cloudless sky. Without the mainsail, the
ship had come to a complete stop and lay rocking very gently on the calm sea. The gulls continued to circle and soar around us. A few settled on the glassy sea, stretching their wings for a moment
before folding them in place, then paddling close around us and inspecting our activity with beady eyes, always hoping for scraps of food. Everything was placid, except that the land was
uncomfortably far away and, if I listened carefully, I could catch the faintest sound of water lapping back and forth inside the hold.

Our ship was slowly sinking beneath us.

Osric and Abram got down into the small ship’s boat. Normally towed astern, the skiff was drawn alongside and tied close to the suspected area of the leak. From there the two men directed
the path of the little sail as it was lowered overboard and pulled under the hull. When it had disappeared underwater they took turns to dive down and guide it into place. From the rail above, Walo
and I looked down as they worked. Protis ran back and forth, now encouraging his men as they hauled on the ropes, now rushing to the side of the ship to demand a progress report from the two men in
the water.

Finally, Osric called up to say that the job was done. He and Abram climbed back aboard and an eager Protis ordered the mainsail to be re-hoisted, and the helmsman to set course directly for
land.

‘There’s a small sheltered inlet a few miles along the coast,’ he said brightly, his confidence returning. ‘It’s ideal, with a good hard beach where we can go
aground. Then we’ll lighten the ship and roll her over on her side so we can get at the leak. There are boat builders there who can help out.’

The ship slowly gathered way, though it was clear to all of us that she was very sluggish, barely moving with the weight of water in her hold. Anxiously we waited for the next report from the
bailing team.

It was not long in coming. A cry of genuine panic had Protis sprinting to the hatchway and scrambling down the ladder again. When he reappeared, his face was ashen.

‘It hasn’t worked,’ he groaned. ‘The leak is worse than before – much, much worse.’

I stared towards the distant coast, trying to judge the distance. The heat haze made the brown mountains indistinct. At a guess we were still four or five miles offshore.

‘Do you think we can make it to land?’ I whispered to Osric beside me.

‘Not a chance,’ he murmured. ‘With all that water already in her bilge, I’d say she’ll founder before the day is out.’

I swung round to face Protis. ‘We must save the animals! We’ve not brought them all the way from the Northlands to drown here on a sunny day.’

He ran his hands despairingly through his cap of black curls. Suddenly he looked very young and vulnerable. ‘There’s no room for them in the ship’s boat.’

‘What about seeking help,’ I suggested, looking astern. Some distance away was the sail of a boat that had been within sight since dawn.

‘We’ll signal them, but I doubt they will respond,’ Protis answered.

He gave the order for an old, threadbare sail to be ripped into rags, soaked in olive oil, and set alight. The sailors then fed the flames with short lengths of tarred rope until a thin wavering
column of smoke rose from our stricken vessel.

For a full hour we watched the distant sail, willing it to change course and come towards us. It did change course, but away, growing smaller with each minute.

The elderly sailor to whom I had spoken earlier cursed savagely.

‘They think we’re pirates,’ Protis said despondently, ‘trying to lure them in closer.’

‘Is there nothing else we can do?’ I asked.

‘We’ve no choice but to abandon ship.’

It was clear that our vessel was gradually settling deeper and deeper into the water. The hold was more than half full now, and the ship had a leaden, dead feeling. Without waiting for their
captain’s order the crew were already setting down their buckets and gathering together their few belongings. Two of them climbed down into the ship’s skiff and the others began to pass
down their bundles.

‘At least let us take the gyrfalcons. They’ll take up no space,’ I pleaded.

Protis had the decency to look ashamed as he shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not. The skiff will be overloaded as it is, and it will be a long row to reach land. We must leave all your
animals behind.’

I felt a touch on my arm, and turned to find Walo; his face was working angrily. I had been distracted by all that was going on and had paid him no attention.

‘Walo, we must leave the ship,’ I explained. ‘We cannot take the animals. They stay behind.’

Deep in his throat he made a distressed growling noise and, seizing me by the elbow, pulled me across the deck. ‘For the falcons and the dogs,’ he said, placing a hand on the water
trough. It was the river ferry we had cut into two and converted. I ran back to where Protis was standing. He had a satchel slung over his shoulder, ready to abandon ship. ‘We can use the
cutoff ferryboat to carry the dogs and the gyrfalcons,’ I cried.

‘Impossible,’ he answered flatly. ‘It’ll be swamped or capsize! My men aren’t going to wait.’ He cast a glance over his shoulder to where the last members of
his crew were standing by the rail. The others were already in the ship’s boat, setting the oars in place.

Osric limped over and announced that he was ready to try using the makeshift boat to get ashore with the smaller animals. I turned my attention to Abram. ‘Are you willing to give it a
try?’

The dragoman nodded immediately. ‘I’ll send my own men with the ship’s crew. They can take our valuables with them.’

Protis threw up his hands. ‘You’re crazy, risking your lives for a couple of birds and some dogs!’

‘It would help if you let us have some oars,’ Osric told him pointedly.

Protis glared at him before stamping off to the rail and telling his men to hand up a couple of oars. There was a moment’s hesitation and he had to shout angrily at them. Reluctantly, they
obeyed. Protis brought the oars across to us and laid them down on the deck. ‘This ship may still be afloat when I get ashore,’ he told us. ‘I’ll try to organize a rescue
boat to come out to fetch you and your precious animals.’

But from the way he avoided looking me in the eye, I knew he did not expect the ship, or us, to survive that long.

As the ship’s boat pulled away, Osric, Walo, Abram and myself busied ourselves with the abandoned buckets. We emptied enough water from the trough to allow us to turn it on edge, and then
tip out the rest. Abram found a couple of lengths of plank that he fitted for thwarts, and he knotted loops of rope to hold the oars when it came time for us to row. Osric and I used an axe and a
crowbar to smash a gap in the ship’s rail. By the time we had finished, the ship had sunk so far that there was less than three feet between the deck and the surface of the sea. We slid our
makeshift vessel overboard with ease. It wallowed with barely five inches above the surface of the sea, but it floated.

Osric stepped carefully into it, and Abram handed across the gyrfalcons in their cages. The five white dogs were more awkward. They had to be restrained from leaping across the gap and upsetting
the balance of the unstable craft. One by one, Walo picked them up and settled them in place to be watched over by Abram. I took a last look around. Walo had insisted on scrambling back aboard the
sinking ship and had gone forward. He had already released the remaining chickens from their coop. Now he was unlatching the door to the ice bears’ cage, leaving it wide open. He did the same
with the aurochs’ enclosure. Finally, he walked down the deck to join me and together we climbed into the boat.

We pushed off and, taking turns at the two oars, crept away from the sinking ship, looking on in silence as Modi and Madi pushed their way from their cage and padded up and down the deck. They
sniffed curiously at the items that had been left behind. Only recently had I found a way of telling the difference between the two bears: Modi walked with a slightly different gait to his brother,
his left front paw turned in at an angle. It was ironic, I thought, that I should have learned to tell them apart soon before I saw them for the last time. Quickly they came across the chickens
that Walo had released, and there was a brief and dramatic chase. Terrified squawks ended abruptly in bursts of feathers, and the two ice bears settled down to gnaw happily on their catch. By then
the aurochs had also emerged from its confinement. It went directly to the pile of dried grass that Walo had dumped at the base of the mast and began to eat.

Once or twice Walo tried to stand up to get a better view, and I had to tell him sharply to sit down or he would upset the boat. Strangely, he was showing no sign of distress as he looked back
towards his beloved bears enjoying their meal. I wondered if it was Walo’s intention that the animals would go to their deaths content, on full stomachs.

We rowed. Our progress was a crawl, and the sun beat down. Fortunately, the sea was a glassy calm, and there was nothing to do but sit very still and avoid disturbing the delicate balance of our
unstable boat or take an oar when it was handed on. None of us spoke.

I was struggling to come to terms with the loss of the larger animals. Even if we succeeded in reaching the shore with the gyrfalcons and the dogs, they were not sufficient for what Carolus had
had in mind when he had entrusted me with the embassy to the caliph. At best, the king might order me to return to Kaupang next year and start all over again with a new batch of white animals. More
likely, he would abandon the whole scheme. In which case, my future – and Osric’s – at the royal court would be hanging by a thread. Carolus did not tolerate a bungler.

Osric broke into my gloomy thoughts. ‘That canvas patch should have kept the water out,’ he observed.

‘Protis’s vessel was too badly neglected,’ Abram told him. ‘You saw for yourself the poor condition of the hull when you were underwater.’

‘True, the seams were bad,’ my friend replied. ‘But if we had not delayed to fit the patch, as I suggested, maybe we could have got the vessel to land and beached
her.’

I felt that Osric was blaming himself unnecessarily. ‘That’s all behind us now. I was the one who had made the decision to hire Protis and his ship. Let’s concentrate on
getting safely to shore in this tub.’