The ship had left Sernos a few calsihons earlier. It was heading north up the Unster. It wasn’t going very fast, barely faster than a trained walker. The wind wasn’t blowing strongly, it’s true. Besides, it had the current against it. It could have been much faster, but also near the capital, the small fishermen"s boats that cluttered the waves hindered it, forcing it to be careful. Despite this, it would reach its destination in the morning.
Deirane, leaning against the rail, watched the shoreline go by. More exactly, her face was turned towards it, her eyes vague. This was not the case with Cleindorel, who grew more and more excited as they got closer to her home. She couldn"t keep still: one moment in her room lying on the bed, the next on the deck, then in the captain"s cabin asking q
