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really paid much attention to the books on cloud-gazing, but he

knew Night liked to indulge herself.

Whoever Night was.

While he was trying to remember, an east wind began to blow,

and a gleam of red-gold broke through the clouds, showing him that

it was sunset, late evening, the time of fading days and gathering

dreams. He stared blankly as the stars came out. His father had

taught him the constellations when he was a child, but he couldn’t

remember any of them now.

He fell asleep as the raft pitched beneath him.

In the dream, it didn’t feel like drowning.

In the dream, there was a surreal sense of calm. A weightless

floating, a slow drift downwards to the inevitable, but no panic. The

surface shone pale emerald, and he knew if he could just reach out

his hand… if he could only stretch his fingers up towards the light…

But he couldn’t muster the strength. The sea slowly cooled his

skin, whispering water-logic in his ears as it slowly dragged him

down.

Hands took him from the sea, and bound him with rope. He felt

himself get hauled up into the air, swinging now and then to bang

against the side of a ship. Why had they taken him from the water?

Fear death by water. Someone had said that once, but he couldn’t

remember who.

‘Why isn’t he responding?’

‘Heat stroke, probably.’

‘No.’ The voice spoke with soft authority, and he turned his head

to find eyes that shone like the waves. ‘I’ve drawn a few like this from

the water before. Watch.’

The owner of the blue-green eyes stood up, and he was laid gently

on the deck. At once he stood, moving forward until he could see the

water again, through the railings of the ship. The waves called to him,

enticing him back. Why had they taken him?

‘Sea-madness?’ Said another voice.

‘No. He would be dead, gone to join the waves, if it were so. I

don’t have a name for this. The sea took something from him.’

‘What should we do with him, Captain?’

‘Leave him,’ said the sea-eyed voice softly. ‘I have seen a few

healed of this, with time and care, but we cannot do it here. We will

take him back to Dragon’s Nest . Tend the sails.’

Dusk Falls

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