I’m right, everyone aboard ship thinks I’m dead. All but one.” “Which one?” “Wouldn’t I like to know. The one who hit me on the head and hid me in the bracken, instead of cutting my throat and dumping me in the nearest hole. Lieutenant Radnov seems to have a ringer in his group. And yet—if this ringer were loyal to me, all he’d have to do is tell Gottyan, my first officer, and he’d have had a loyal patrol down to pick me up before now. Now who in my command is so confused in his thinking as to betray both sides at once? Or am I missing something?”
