The barge moved at the tide's instruction, not the helmsman's.
This was the point of it—had been the point of it across eleven generations of Amidari rule, the ceremonial architecture of tidal governance resting on the foundational premise that Nubis's sovereign did not command the ocean but attended to it, responded to it, allowed the quarterly movements of the great equatorial tide to carry the water-throne's ceremonial vessel through the three ritual waypoints where, by compact and tradition both, the business of governance was conducted in the presence of the deep rather than above it. The barge's hull was tidal-glass from waterline to keel—that particular product of Nubis's deep-current forges, clear as held breath, through which one could observe, at any given moment, precisely how much of the ocean existed below one's feet and precisely how little of it was obliged to care about the human structures floating at its surface.
Queen Sera Amidari stood at the hull's forward observation point when the communication came.
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