voice.
âListen, my motherâs a doctor too,â he said. âI hear about this stuff all the time.â
âYouâve found your seat,â she said one morning as they pulled up to open a gate. She was looking into the distance the way she did when she said something nice.
âWhat does that mean?â
âYou and the horse move as if you are one.â
âYes,â he said. âThatâs just the way it feels.â
âDoes it ever happen with the bicycle?â
William leaned over to undo the gate and backed Mandrake away to let her through. âYouâll have to ask Jason that. It never happened to me with the bicycle. Only with gymnastics.â
âGymnastics?â
âTumbling, I mean.â
âOh yes. I remember. I saw you following Deegan around the courtyard.â
Did she think he was good? he wondered, but he didnât dare ask. He kicked the gate closed with his foot and she fastened it. âCome on,â she called as she dug her heels into Sorrel. âToday weâll go all the way to the harbor and back.â
It was a wild and wonderful ride. The sun lay warm on Williamâs shoulders and the wind streamed through his hair and the sea of blue cornflowers stretched away as far as the eye could see. He urged Mandrake up nextto Sorrel, and the two horses matched stride. Gudrin glanced over at him, then threw her head back and laughed wildly in a way he had never seen her do before. For the first time, she looked carefree and playful but also a little crazy, and he was reminded of Calendar and the look in her eye the day she turned Alastor to lead. He was scared suddenly at how far he had come from home. He felt as if he were riding away from everything that he knew before, from everything that was familiar. His parents and the attic and school and gymnastics, they all felt like some hazy dream that he had dreamed in another life and that he might never be able to dream again.
Gudrin reined in above the small curve in the shoreline that she called the harbor. They slid off their horses and led them down to the little strip of beach where the fishermen pulled up their dories to sort the dayâs catch.
All the boats had put to sea except for one. An old man sat on its gunwale mending his nets.
âGood day to you, sir,â said Gudrin.
âAnd to you, miss,â he said without looking up. There was a surly tone to his voice. âIf the day is good to you, then you would do well to move away from this place.â
âThe day is not good for you, sir?â William asked.
âLady Luck has turned against me. My nets rip, theboat leaks. Itâs been that way for some days now. Ever since that death ship floated in on the tide.â
Gudrin and William looked at each other.
âBut that was some time ago,â William said quickly. âSir Simon had it towed away.â
âYes, well, my good boy, he did not tow it far enough. Itâs come back. Two nights ago. On the high tide.â
William scanned the horizon.
âItâs down east a league or two and itâs getting closer every day. The tide that brought it in will not take it out again. And the ship is not beached. It floats in the deepest water close into shore. Just around there,â he muttered with a nod over his shoulder. âItâs from the headlands you see it. Ever since the nasty thing came back, the nets come up empty. We are fishing much farther out to sea than we usually do but it does no good. And some of the men never come back at all. I do believe the very ocean has been poisoned.â
Gudrin led William back the way they had come and then took a left through a thick stand of gorse bushes. From there they followed the steep rocky path that climbed the headlands.
âYou brought the binoculars?â Gudrin called over her shoulder as she reached the top of the rise.
He patted his belt pack.
âBetter get them out,â
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