Throughout the night, Pêro tossed, his thoughts looping upon themselves. I need to stay and help with the King’s request and see to Bagamba’s freedom. How can I possibly leave now? He lay awake in the dark, tossing side to side. Before dawn he finally dozed off. In a deep slumber he dreamed of Paulinha, she as vivid as a masterpiece painting. ‘Sail for me. See the tiles in the jungle I so longed to see, embark on the journey that for me will never be…’
I need to stay and help with the King’s request and see to Bagamba’s freedom. How can I possibly leave now?‘Sail for me. See the tiles in the jungle I so longed to see, embark on the journey that for me will never be…’In the early morning darkness rain fell, awakening Pêro from his dream. The smell of clay permeated the air, the clay’s odor
