Rahne leaned forward, adopting a soothing tone. “When I was a boy, like seven or eight years old, I went out to sea with my father. The fish hadn't been biting for a season, so he decided to trawl the deep waters. We were so far from shore, I could barely see the cliffs of Agrus on the horizon.
“We spent the day netting flurchins, a very tasty fish. I was too small to be of much use as a sailor, but I loved watching my father work. Late in the afternoon, after we'd filled every one of our nets, he decided it was time to go home. Unfortunately, a freak squall chose that moment to hit us. The sea became rough, tossing our little boat around as if it weighed nothing. Father ordered me to lash myself to the starboard side so I wouldn't fall off.”
He had Davin's full attention now. “What happ
