told him in the cathedral.
The dolphin stared at him without answering for several seconds.
“My memory, that’s what I have lost,” Marco answered.
“I do not know you. I just met the woman who I am supposed to marry, and I did not know her either,” he expanded. “Until I get to the enchanted isle and meet the priestess there, I will not have my memories.”
“My name is Kieweeooee,” the dolphin told him. “I was one of the dolphins who brought you from the enchanted isle to this watering place of humans.” Marco imagined that he might see sympathy within the deep black eyes that stared at him from the dolphin’s face.
“You and I were friends, and we swam together in these waters every night many, many, many times,” the dolphin told him. “I am sad for you, Marco dear.
“Come, get in the water, and let us take you on this journey to regain your memory, my friend,” Kieweeooee told him.
Marco felt a sense of complete and total trust. The dolphin was the one person he had met on his journey from Station Island who made him feel he could rely on and confide in her without reservation. He slipped into the water, readjusting his belongings before his grabbed onto the dolphin.
“You are heavy. Would you consider removing some of your belongings, Marco?” Kieweeooee asked.
“How much should I leave behind?” Marco asked.
“As much as possible. We have a long journey ahead of us,” Kieweeooee entreated.
Marco released her and returned to the pier’s beam. He placed his boots on the beam, then his bow and arrow. He thought about the heavy metal sword, but couldn’t bear to part with it, and he was sure the shredded bag he carried was something he was meant to convey to the island. He took off his cape and his shirt, but kept his pants on, then stroked over to Kieweeooee again.
“Is this better?” he asked.
“That is better,” she agreed. “Hold no tightly, it’s time to start the journey,” she warned him, then he felt her tail start to move with powerful thrusts, and they leapt into the open water of the harbor, and began their journey.
The two of them talked as they moved through the night time water. Marco learned of Kieweeooee’s marriage to the prince of the dolphin pods from the waters of the rising sun, and the duties that a princess held. “I told them I had to cease all duties for a few days to follow the vision of my dreams of seeing you, and then I would return.
“I have not had our babies yet, but when I do, I will tell them all about the wonderful human Marco-legs, who is a friend to all dolphins!” she told him with a laugh.
Marco told her of many of his adventures, and after he had explained what an inn was and what sheep were, he told the tale of trying to unite Kaitelyn and Haman.
“They should name their first child after you!” Kieweeooee appreciated his story. She was gentle and encouraging when he told of his meeting with Mirra. “You saved her life in the harbor, the time we all were swimming together,” the dolphin told him. “She will wait for you to return,” she reassured Marco, and when he heard it from Kieweeooee, he felt better about it.
By the middle of the following morning, Kieweeooee took Marco to a small island that was uninhabited. “We both need to rest,” she told him. “You sleep here, and I’ll be back in a little while so that we can start again.”
By the middle of the day Marco awoke to the sound of Kieweeooee calling him back to the beach. He splashed through the surf and quickly resumed the journey eastward towards the Isle of Ophiuchus. That evening they were joined by other dolphins, who took turns relieving Kieweeooee of carrying Marco, though she stayed with him as they swam on through two more changes of shifts of dolphins from the varying watery regions they passed through.
On the fifth day of the long swim, through sunshine and squalls and evening darkness, Kieweeooee
The dolphin stared at him without answering for several seconds.
“My memory, that’s what I have lost,” Marco answered.
“I do not know you. I just met the woman who I am supposed to marry, and I did not know her either,” he expanded. “Until I get to the enchanted isle and meet the priestess there, I will not have my memories.”
“My name is Kieweeooee,” the dolphin told him. “I was one of the dolphins who brought you from the enchanted isle to this watering place of humans.” Marco imagined that he might see sympathy within the deep black eyes that stared at him from the dolphin’s face.
“You and I were friends, and we swam together in these waters every night many, many, many times,” the dolphin told him. “I am sad for you, Marco dear.
“Come, get in the water, and let us take you on this journey to regain your memory, my friend,” Kieweeooee told him.
Marco felt a sense of complete and total trust. The dolphin was the one person he had met on his journey from Station Island who made him feel he could rely on and confide in her without reservation. He slipped into the water, readjusting his belongings before his grabbed onto the dolphin.
“You are heavy. Would you consider removing some of your belongings, Marco?” Kieweeooee asked.
“How much should I leave behind?” Marco asked.
“As much as possible. We have a long journey ahead of us,” Kieweeooee entreated.
Marco released her and returned to the pier’s beam. He placed his boots on the beam, then his bow and arrow. He thought about the heavy metal sword, but couldn’t bear to part with it, and he was sure the shredded bag he carried was something he was meant to convey to the island. He took off his cape and his shirt, but kept his pants on, then stroked over to Kieweeooee again.
“Is this better?” he asked.
“That is better,” she agreed. “Hold no tightly, it’s time to start the journey,” she warned him, then he felt her tail start to move with powerful thrusts, and they leapt into the open water of the harbor, and began their journey.
The two of them talked as they moved through the night time water. Marco learned of Kieweeooee’s marriage to the prince of the dolphin pods from the waters of the rising sun, and the duties that a princess held. “I told them I had to cease all duties for a few days to follow the vision of my dreams of seeing you, and then I would return.
“I have not had our babies yet, but when I do, I will tell them all about the wonderful human Marco-legs, who is a friend to all dolphins!” she told him with a laugh.
Marco told her of many of his adventures, and after he had explained what an inn was and what sheep were, he told the tale of trying to unite Kaitelyn and Haman.
“They should name their first child after you!” Kieweeooee appreciated his story. She was gentle and encouraging when he told of his meeting with Mirra. “You saved her life in the harbor, the time we all were swimming together,” the dolphin told him. “She will wait for you to return,” she reassured Marco, and when he heard it from Kieweeooee, he felt better about it.
By the middle of the following morning, Kieweeooee took Marco to a small island that was uninhabited. “We both need to rest,” she told him. “You sleep here, and I’ll be back in a little while so that we can start again.”
By the middle of the day Marco awoke to the sound of Kieweeooee calling him back to the beach. He splashed through the surf and quickly resumed the journey eastward towards the Isle of Ophiuchus. That evening they were joined by other dolphins, who took turns relieving Kieweeooee of carrying Marco, though she stayed with him as they swam on through two more changes of shifts of dolphins from the varying watery regions they passed through.
On the fifth day of the long swim, through sunshine and squalls and evening darkness, Kieweeooee
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