spangled the gently heaving strip of water along the shipside, shone into the face of
Coercri
as if this day marked the first true dawn since the destruction of the Unhomed. Responding to Honninscrave’s commands, some of the Giants positioned themselves to release the moorings. Others leaped into the rigging, climbing the heavy cables as lightly as children. Still others went below, where Linden could feel them tending the inner life of the ship until they passed beyond her inexperienced perceptions. In moments, the lower sails began to ripple in the breeze; and Starfare’s Gem eased out to Sea.
TWO: Black Mood
Linden tried to watch everything as the
dromond
slipped backward from the levee, then turned toward open water. Shifting from side to side, she saw the Giants unfurling canvas as if the labor were done by incantation rather than effort. Under her feet, the deck began to roll; but the seas were light, and the Giantship’s great weight made it stable. She felt no discomfort. Her gaze repeatedly intersected Covenant’s, and his excitement heightened hers. His expression was free of darkness; even his beard seemed to bristle with possibilities. After a moment, she became aware that he was breathing words along the breeze:
“Stone and Sea are deep in life,
two unalterable symbols of the world:
permanence at rest, and permanence in motion;
participants in the Power that remains.”
They resonated in her memory like an act of homage.
When she changed positions to look back toward
Coercri
, the breeze caught her hair, fluttering it across her face. She ran her fingers into her wheaten tresses, held them in place; and that simple gesture gave her more pleasure in herself than she had felt for a long time. Salt tanged the air, sharpening the very sunlight so that The Grieve looked like a place of rebirth as it receded. She began to think that perhaps more things had been reborn there than she would have dared to hope.
Then Pitchwife began to sing. He stood some distance away, but his voice carried like light across the
dromond
, rising strongly from his deformed chest over the slapping of the waves and the snap of the canvas. His tune was a plain-song spiced with accents and suggestions of harmony; and the other Giants joined him:
“Come sea and wave—
broad footpath of those who roam
and gateway to the world!
All ways lead the way to Home.
“Come wind and speed—
sky-breath and the life of sail!
Lines and sheets unfurled,
our hearts covet every gale.
“Come travel and quest!
Discovery of the Earth:
mysteries unknurled:
roaming without stint or dearth:
“Risk and journey save
the heart of life from loss and need.
We are the ocean’s guest,
and we love the vasty world!”
The Giants were joyful singers, and their voices formed a counterpoint to the rocking of the masts, a song punctuated by a risingstaccato as the breeze knocked the canvas. Starfare’s Gem appeared to ride music as well as wind.
And as the wind stiffened,
Coercri
slid toward the horizon with surprising celerity while the sun rose into midday. Honninscrave and his crew exchanged comments and jests as if they were all negligent; but his eyes under the bulwark of his brows missed nothing. At his orders, the rest of the sails had been raised; and Starfare’s Gem strode into the Sunbirth Sea with a fleetness that fulfilled the prophecy of its moire-marked sides. Linden could feel vibrancy running like a thrill through the stone. In the hands of Giants, even granite became a thing of swiftness and graceful poise.
Before long, her sensations became so sapid that she could no longer remain still. Instinctively she moved away to begin exploring the ship.
At once, Cail was at her shoulder. As she crossed the foredeck, he surprised her by asking if she wanted to see her quarters.
She stopped to stare at him. The impassive wall of his mien gave no hint of how he had come by enough knowledge of the
dromond
to make such an offer. His short tunic