"That's a good boat," said Urson. "I'd be proud to sail on her, Geo." "The captain is in my service," the woman told Geo. "He will take you on. Perhaps you will get a chance to see the world, and become the man you wish to be." Geo saw that Urson was beginning to look uneasy, and said, "My friend goes on whatever ship I do. This we've promised each other. Besides, he is a good sailor, while I have no knowledge of the sea." "On our last journey," the woman explained, "we lost men. I do not think your friend will have trouble getting a berth." "Then we'll be honored to come," said Geo. "Under whose service shall we be, then, for we still don't know who you are?" Now the veil fell across her face again. "I am a high priestess of the Goddess Argo. Now, who are you?" "My name is Geo," Geo told her. "Of the Earth, then, your name," she said. "And you, Urson, the bear. And Lamio, the little Snake. I welcome you aboard our ship." Just then, from down the street, came the captain and the mate, Jordde. They emerged from the diagonal of shadow that lanced over the cobbles, slowly, heavily. The captain squinted out across the ships toward the horizon, the copper light filling his deepening wrinkles and burnishing the planes of flesh around his gray eyes. As they approached, the priestess turned to them. "Captain, I have three men as a token replacement at least for the ones my folly helped lose." Urson, Geo, and Snake looked at each other, and then toward the captain. Jordde looked at all three. "You seem strong," the captain said to Urson, "a sea-bred man. But this one," and he looked at Snake now, "one of the Strange Ones...." "They're bad luck on a ship," interrupted the mate. "Most ships won't take them at all, ma'am. This one's just a boy, and for all his spindles there, couldn't haul rope or reef sails. Ma'am, he'd be no good to us at all. And we've had too much bad luck already." "He's not for rope pulling," laughed the priestess. "The little Snake is my guest. The others you can put to ship's work. I know you are short of men. But I have my own plans for this one." "As you say, ma'am," said the captain. "But Priestess," began Jordde. "As you say," repeated the captain, and the mate stepped back, quieted. The captain turned to Geo now. "And who are you?" he asked. "I'm Geo, before and still a poet. But I'll do what work you set me, sir." "And you?" Jordde asked Urson. "I'm a good sea-son of the waves, can stand triple watch without flagging, and I believe I'm already hired." He looked to the captain. "But what do they call you?" Jordde asked. "You have a familiar look, like one I've had under me before." "They call me the handsome sailor, the fastest rope reeler, the quickest line hauler, the speediest sheaf reefer...." "Your name, man, your name," Jordde demanded. "Some call me Urson."