Chapter 31
“We should just get back to the islands,” Refler said, his words stunted between his rowing. He sounded winded. He was a heavy man, more used to sailing on one of the larger vessels, rather than rowing a boat like they were in.
Mykal’s eyes were on the seas to the south of them. He saw the ships leaving the fjord whenever lightning struck, and luckily it was frequently. Each flash reminded Mykal of an image sown into a quilt or onto a tapestry, the clear image forever captured.
He knew he was not pulling his weight rowing, either. His arms ached from the climb completed inside the caves to the castle. His legs too, for that matter. The swells made rowing difficult. They lifted the small boat in the air, and then dropped out under her. The oars spent more time rowing through a
