uld never .

    It seemed sing easily to tline of Astibar scrolled by on t. to t seemed to ed, censity t made tease .

    ts t of her life.

    tip of torms, one of told  t spring day it  turned back soutco te sand of tted along t.

    A feorm, off tregea. Rovigo  coming at sunset, or smelled it in t tline  in for ser. tful distance off so keep clear of t , Alais  of the way.

    Even teful to discover, didnt bothing

    pleasant about it, feeling ted in darkness by  sold  ely y years at sea, and s going to let ened or discomfited by a minor spring squall from t.

    S of going back up on deck as soon as s t ill raining, and so stay clear of  one rail and looked up. East of tly scudding clouds revealed rifts of clear sky and briefly Vidomnis liger topped and t, far stars come out above t. S ook a deep breat of perfect happiness.

    S c  return t as  ender and grave.  at tline. ater glistened in  beard  far aouc—tregea moved slowly by.

    quot;It is in you,quot; ly, over t;In your  and in your blood. You  more t;  a moment, t;But Alais, my darling, a  live a life at sea. Not in t is.”

    as tter of hen undone in such simple words.

    S;You . ill you surrender to aco pursue this life?”

    quot;;  gently, but sometful took s.

    Sigo o lean her head on his shoulder.

    t, c on t, but s made. S fe song.

    Sill on ;Could I be taugo help you in your business, I mean.

    Even if not to actually sail on the journeys.”

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