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His mother sed hard "Canterould not do the saeline’s death, that is irrelevant We will put to sea at Dover, and the voyage should be a ood wind I expect to be holers do this every day, you know"

"I aht as a violin string "I almost lost you to it before"

Quin nodded; they both knew there was more than one way to be lost

He picked up his ht it to his lips "You raised race n shore through my oardice"

"I wish I’d raised you to be a peasant," hiswith a loeep that signaled his deep respect for his mother

She raised her chin, and then slowly descended into a curtsy of her own "I would prefer not to be proud of a son who is walking into clear danger," she re with tears

"I will take your blessing withthe look in her eyes That was so from Olivia If he concentrated, he could tell what people were feeling, just fro carefully at their eyes

His id, her head high

Twenty-six

The Dangers of Poetry under the Moon

It was almost three hours since they left the port at Dover in a vessel na just above the surface of the water Olivia stood at the porthole, watching black water fall restlessly behind their prow, as if it had soo

"We’ll take the rowboat up an inlet, if I understand you," Quin said fro over a detailed eant Grooper, the soldier who had coh to be exact, Grooper had come to fetch Rupert’s father

Poor Canterwick He still lay as if dead Olivia had visited hi to France to find Rupert and bring him home Perhaps he heard her

"Aye," Grooper said "The hut is just here" His stubby finger landed on a tiny inlet "I ain

"Wissant," Quin corrected hied her cloak tighter around her Quin had been interrogating Grooper forhim on the exact route up the French coast taken by Rupert’s men They’d been in a sloop, desperate to avoid capture They had faced no problems until Rupert’s condition beca

"Burning up," Grooper said froreen fields and the like And a lady he left behind"

Olivia turned and smiled faintly at the soldier "May I inquire whether he was asking for someone named Lucy?"