Uther pulled himself to his feet, stared out over the rolling waves and took a deep breath. He could see the dark outlines of several other boats that weren't too distant, and a half-moon was casting its light between scudding clouds. In the far distance, lightning flashed.
'Are we in for a storm?' The idea of being at sea in this boat with a storm tossing them about conjured the most alarming images.
'I think not. By daybreak, we should have sight of Erin and if the storm has reached us by then, well, we can shelter in one of its many bays or rivers. Enjoy this journey, Uther, and chew your gingiber, for tomorrow you must lead us as we seek to land and you may find that hard if you are still weak at the knees and taken with the sickness.'
Although he couldn't really see Merlyn's face o
