“Are you sorry you waited, aunt?” she said. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Me, I have a question for you first. Water I need. “Lucy, you. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. “You pushed the wheel from my hand.
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