Chapter Three
Yew“How is Myrie, Lut?” Poppy looked up from the Secunian journal of Josiah Tavish.
He shook his head and shrugged. “Ma says she is getting harder to handle all the time. Just lately, every time she sees Jakob, she runs, like she is afraid of him. And he is so angry, I can’t blame her.”
“Well, he did get punished pretty severely.”
Lut frowned at this, but did not speak.
Poppy went back to her translation. “What does it mean here, where he says, ‘at south by southeast distant five miles, with breakers forward and on the weather bow?’ I don’t understand any of it!” Poppy stood and stretched. “I am hungry. Do you want some bread and butter and a cup of milk? It is time we had a break. I can’t think straight on an empty stomach.”
She crossed to the kitchen and took two eart
