Scarlet From Gold (Book 3) by Jeffrey Quyle Page A

water, no reaction to his call.  There was no telling where he was supposed to be; the harbor was a large space, and he and the dolphin were not large creatures.
    Marco placed his feet back on the ladder and climbed up to the top again.  He walked to the last pier in that section of the harbor, and climbed down again to the water’s surface, and called out.  When there was no better result, he climbed again and reversed his direction, going back to where he had started, and then further north, before he dropped down to the water.  The sky over head was growing dark after his long search for the dolphin, and he felt frustrated that he had found no inkling of success.
    He placed his face down in the water, and called out directly into the liquid.  “It’s me, Marco.  I need a dolphin friend to carry me,” he announced, then stopped abruptly and jerked his head out of the water in astonishment.  He had not meant to, but he had spoken in the water in the language of the dolphins.  The words in his mind had emerged as squeaks and clicks and whistles and other sounds, and he had realized the meaning of his pronouncement as he spoke.  It was surprising and funny, uplifting and intriguing.
    “Calling all dolphins!  I am here waiting for you!  When will you ever have such a chance, a human under a geas, seeking your help?  I am Marco, and I await you!” he called again as he stuck his face back into the water.  He held his face down, letting the small waves break atop the crest of his head, enjoying the notion that he had the ability to talk to dolphins.
    And then he faintly heard the sound of dolphin language speaking back to him.  He raised his head in astonishment.  He had heard the sounds, and picked one or two words out of the faint call.  “Where” and “repeat” had definitely been among the words spoken.
    With a quick breath of air, he splashed his face back down into the water and spoke again.  “I am Marco, the friend of dolphins, and I am looking for my friend.  I am Marco, and I am here, at the end of a pier in the harbor,” he said, then raised his head and looked expectantly out into the harbor.
    He could see a disturbance in the water, the smooth movement of a dolphin’s fin cutting through the harbor headed towards him.  He felt a sense of joy, and realized he was grinning.  Even without remembering the dolphin who he hoped was his friend from the past, he found joy in the sight of the swiftly moving creature’s approach.
    “Marco!  Marco friend, witness of my wedding!  Marco, you are returned!” the dolphin squealed in a voice that was filled with energy and emotion.
    “You are my friend?” Marco asked cautiously in the water.  “You know who I am?”
    The dolphin reached him and pushed her snout against his face.  “I hope I know who you are!  You are the one who learned our language, and who was going to make the little babies with me!” she laughed.  “You were the one who dove under the shell of evil to fight for all of us.  And you came to my wedding to the wonderful prince who is now my husband.”
    “I am so glad to see one who knows me so well,” Marco said with a grin.  He clearly had some type of special relationship going on with this extraordinary creature.  “I have a problem, and I am told that you are the one who can help me.”
    “I know that I must be expected to help you.  For three nights in a row I have dreamed that I had to come find you and carry you to the enchanted isle.  The dream told me that you were incomplete, and that the isle would make you whole again.  She raised her head from the water to look at Marco as he sat on the beam.  “I do not see what is missing.  Is it something you keep covered with those things wrapped about your body?  Can you not make babies?” she lowered her voice to a whisper.
    “What is your name?” Marco asked.  “Is it Kieweeooee?” his memory dredged up the odd sounding name that the spirit had