Chapter TwelveBradan rechecked the sea marks. They were a couple of miles off the green coast, with a distinctive double-peaked hill directly to starboard. He checked the angle between the boat and the double-peaked hill. 'Here we are,' he said. 'This is the exact spot where we found the white island.'
The sea stretched all around, unbroken to west, north and south and level as far as the coastline to the east. There was no island. A flight of birds passed so close overhead that Bradan heard the whirr of their wings and saw the glint of their eyes.
Chaturi looked disappointed. 'Are you sure, Bradan? All the sea looks the same. It might have been a different mountain that you saw. The Ghats are only a little to the north. Could it not have been one of them? Or a hill inland?'
'It was her
