CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Sarah still sits on the slave’s bed. She glances at the candle. Wax runs down to the wooden table. Half the candle stands in the stick. A deafening silence surrounds her until a moaning slides through the c***k in the door. She stands, putting a hand to the door, and peers through.
Eira twitches and moans in the net. She tosses her head about. The netting swings, ropes creaking at their anchors. Will the knots and hooking hold? The water thrashes about, crashing against the walls, rocks, and clam.
Sarah pushes the door open, stepping over the rock prop under the water, and makes her way through the mad waters over to her.
Eira thrashes about herself, talking in her sleep. “No, no. I’m sorry! I won’t. No, please! Don’t!” She screams, lurching forward, and opens her go
