The lightning flared steady now from the Kali line. Resi climbed halfway up the ratlines for a better look. And still the wounded giants had not answered. Grimnal were running in all directions on their decks. Resi let out a howl of sheer triumph.
"They do not have their liquor cooked!" he cried, swinging to the deck. "We have them with cold guns!"
The Kali cheered, and the firing seemed to cease. Ward was shaking again, but for a different reason.
"Hey, Resi," he bellowed. "Let's get in there closer."
Sails snapped and the Windsong came alive. She seemed to leap into the moonlight. Then a corvette appeared beside her, and another, then two racing side by side into the smoke. And all the Kali were moving. The Windsong's men were laughing like children, and the water crews had everything soaked halfway up the mainsails. What people! Ward laughed, ducking another bucketful. Resi slid to a halt beside him.
"We fool them, ho? We fool them!"
"Closer," Ward yelled. "Under their guns!"
"But they are not firing."
"Under their guns anyway," Ward laughed, and added to himself—away boarders! A few scattered shots were coming from the Grimnal, ripping overhead. Ward stood a little taller. The Windsong came about, her starboard bow nearly slashing the looming first-liner. Ward felt Resi's hand on his arm.
"It was really you that fool them."