6/12/2023 0 Comments The isle of sea women![]() ![]() The sea mirror reminded him of a bizarre menagerie, seething with huge and hungry ants, slavering cannibal horses and fiery pig creatures. They had seen so much unexpected beauty and, equally, much that was disturbing, un-natural dangerous. So many wonders, so many islands, had been laid in their sea path. He couldn’t be sure that they had not just sailed away from Paradise. The sea was a mirror reflecting his thoughts back at him in sharp, sunlit little darts. He would not look up until the land, itself, was lost to memory. but he could not face them, not yet, not while the rocky island would still be visible, outlined in misted distance. His men would need his support, his re-assurance. The voices sounded busy, cheerful, in spite of the muffled groans of the man who had been so badly mutilated in their flight from the island. His eyes remained fixed on the shadowed depths, almost as if he were searching for another of those uncanny underwater islands a place to dream, a place to drown.īehind him, was the clamoured activity of the boat. Máeldύin stood at the stern of the triple skinned boat, brooding moodily over the glassy waters. ![]()
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