Chapter Twenty-TwoAs I left the Horse Head that night, there was another of these Channel fogs blanketing sound and reducing visibility so an Overner would not know a tree from a chime and would probably fall over the edge of a cliff and break his neck were he fool enough to attempt to walk abroad. However I was a Caulkhead born of generations of Caulkheads so my blood and bone belonged to Wight as much as the island belonged to me. I moved quickly through the dark, hearing the rustle of my skirt and the hollow thump of my feet on the damp ground above the muted hush of the surf and the distant clamour of a bell as some ship signalled the change of watch.
Molly was waiting for me, with an anxious looking Charles standing behind her.
'Are you ready?' I hissed.
'We are,' Molly said. I cou
