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far you’ve come from home, Silvermay, and how many weeks we’ve travelled? Look at how weak he is after just an hour in a handcart.’
    I am commonfolk and I don’t surrender hope so easily, but I could see Tamlyn was right. The journey on the rough roads would kill Ryall long before we arrived in Haywode.
    Mrs Wenn helped me cut away the bloodied bandages and apply new ones, but Ryall needed more than that — more than I could give him. I could see now why the helpless resorted to empty witchcraft: it wasn’t for the patient’s benefit, but for the grieving friends and relatives who needed to believe there was a chance and that something was being done.
    It was when I turned to admit as much to Tamlyn that I realised he had gone. He returned an hour later,and I had already launched into questions about where he had been before I saw there was a man behind him. A doctor, my mind begged, a real doctor, not a quack more interested in squeezing money out of us. But one look at him told me he was nothing of the sort. Judging by his heavy guernsey and boots, his face weathered by sun and sea spray, he was a fisherman, like so many others in the village. How could he help Ryall any better than I could?
    â€˜I’ve been to the Jolly Fisherman,’ said Tamlyn in answer to my question, and I recognised the name of the inn. ‘This man captains a ship that arrived off Greystone after the storm. He’s going to take us south —’
    â€˜But we can’t just leave Ryall here to die,’ I cut in.
    Sometimes I despaired that Tamlyn would ever overcome his Wyrdborn nature and learn the value of human life. But he already had, as his next words taught me.
    â€˜We’re not. We’re taking him with us. The ship will set us ashore as close to Haywode as the ocean reaches, and from there we’ll find another way to transport him. If your mother is the only one who can save him, Silvermay, then we cannot delay another hour.’

4
Dreams
    H is name was Jerbarle — that was all — no last name, or maybe that was his last name. We waved goodbye to Mrs Wenn from the jetty in Greystone Harbour and let the sullen captain row us towards his ship. He watched Tamlyn with a mixture of fear and resentment, and if he thought for one moment that he could make a run for it and live to boast afterwards of how he had defied a Wyrdborn, he would have done it, I’m sure.
    Once we cleared the seawall, Tamlyn spoke up. ‘Here, man. Let me.’ And he put his Wyrdborn strength to work, propelling us through the gentle swell at three times the speed.
    It wouldn’t be right to say that his offer was gratefully accepted by Captain Jerbarle, because he did everything Tamlyn commanded out of fear, butthe gesture softened his face. I could see him thinking, What Wyrdborn ever took the burden from the shoulders of a commonfolk sailor? It was the first step in a change that would progress steadily during the voyage until by its end he would be addressing Tamlyn almost as a friend.
    â€˜Do you think we’ll come across Coyle’s ship?’ I asked Tamlyn once we were on board Captain Jerbarle’s vessel.
    â€˜The ocean is larger than anything you can imagine,’ he said with a regretful smile. ‘And there are no roads to follow like there are in a forest. No, we won’t find Lucien out here. Besides, Coyle has every point of the compass to choose from.’
    â€˜Where do you think he will go?’
    â€˜Somewhere with no prying eyes would be my guess. An island, perhaps. There are hundreds dotted around the coast of Athlane.’
    Every point of the compass. How would I ever find my Lucien amid such a vast expanse of land and sea?
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    Aided by winds in our favour, the voyage took three days, and I wonder if the gods will ever grant me another three like them. I fretted and paced the deck at times out of worry for Ryall, who lay below fighting death with