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Perhaps Kyle sensed that he had pushed her a bit too far.

He rolled towards her, reached out across the glacial sheets to touch her shoulder.

‘Come here,’ he bade her in a comforting voice.

‘Don’t be sulky. Not on my last night at home.

Trust me. If all goes as it should on this voyage, I’ll be able to stay home for a while next time we dock.

I’ll be here, to take all this off your shoulders.

Malta, Selden, the ship, the holdings… I’ll put all in order and run them as they should always have been run.

You have always been shy and backward… I should not say that to you as if it were a thing you could change in yourself.

I just want to let you know that I know how hard you have tried to manage things in spite of that.

If anyone is at fault, it is I, to have let these concerns have been your task all these years. ’

Numbed, she let him draw her near to him, let him settle against her to sleep. What had been his warmth was suddenly a burdensome weight against her. The promises he had just made to reassure her instead echoed in her mind like a threat.

Ronica Vestrit opened her eyes to the shadowy bedroom.

Her window was open, the gauzy curtains moving softly with the night wind.

I sleep like an old woman now, she thought to herself.

In fits and starts. It isn’t sleeping and it isn’t waking and it isn’t rest. She let her eyes close again.

Maybe it was from all those months spent by Ephron’s bedside, when she didn’t dare sleep too deeply, when if he stirred at all she was instantly alert.

Maybe, as the empty lonely months passed, she’d be able to unlearn it and sleep deep and sound again. Somehow she doubted it.

‘Mother.’

A whisper light as a wraith’s sigh. ‘Yes, dear. Mother’s here.

’ Ronica replied to it as quietly. She did not open her eyes.

She knew these voices, had known them for years.

Her little sons still sometimes came, to call to her in the darkness.

Painful as such fancies were, she would not open her eyes and disperse them.

One held on to what comforts one had, even if they had sharp edges.

‘Mother, I’ve come to ask your help.’

Ronica opened her eyes slowly. ‘Althea?’ she whispered to the darkness. Was there a figure just outside the window, behind the blowing curtains. Or was this just another of her night fancies?

A hand reached to pull the curtain out of the way. Althea leaned in on the sill.

‘Oh, thank Sa you’re safe!’

Ronica rolled hastily from her bed, but as she stood up, Althea retreated from the window. ‘If you call Kyle, I’ll never come back again,’ she warned her mother in a low, rough voice.

Ronica came to the window. ‘I wasn’t even thinking of calling Kyle,’ she said softly. ‘Come back. We have to talk. Everything’s gone wrong. Nothing’s turned out the way it was supposed to.’

‘That’s hardly news,’ Althea muttered darkly.

She ventured closer to the window. Ronica met her gaze, and for an instant she looked down into naked hurt.

Then Althea looked away from her. ‘Mother… maybe I’m a fool to ask this.

But I have to, I have to know before I begin.

Do you recall what Kyle said, when… the last time we were all together?

’ Her daughter’s voice was strangely urgent.

Ronica sighed heavily. ‘Kyle said a great many things. Most of which I wish I could forget, but they seem graven in my memory. Which one are you talking about?’

‘He swore by Sa that if even one reputable captain would vouch for my competency, he’d give my ship back to me. Do you remember that he said that?’

‘I do,’ Ronica admitted. ‘But I doubt that he meant it. It’s just his way, to throw such things about when he is angry.’

‘But you do remember him saying it?’ Althea pressed.

‘Yes. Yes, I remember he said that. Althea, we have much more important things to discuss than this. Please. Come in. Come back home, we need to…’

‘No. Nothing is more important than what I just asked you. Mother, I’ve never known you to lie.

Not when it was important. The time will come when I’ll be counting on you to tell the truth.

’ Incredibly, her daughter was walking away, speaking over her shoulder as she went.

For one frightening instant, she looked so like her father as a young man.

She wore the striped shirt and black trousers of a sailor on shore.

She even walked as he had, that roll to her gait, and the long dark queue of hair down her back.

‘Wait!’ Ronica called to her. She sat down on the window sill and swung her legs over it.

‘Althea, wait!’ she cried out, and jumped down into the garden.

She landed badly, her bare feet protesting the rocky walk under her window.

She nearly fell, but managed to catch herself.

She hastened across a sward of green to the thick laurel hedge that bounded it.

But when she reached it, Althea was already gone.

Ronica set her hands to that dense, leafy barrier and tried to push through it.

It yielded, but only a little and scratchily. The leaves were wet with dew.

She stepped back from it and looked around the night garden. All was silence and stillness. Her daughter was gone again. If she had ever really been here at all.

Sessurea was the one the tangle chose to confront Maulkin.

It both angered and wounded Shreever that they had so obviously been conferring amongst themselves.

If one had a doubt, why had not that one come to speak of it to Maulkin himself, rather than sharing the poisonous idea with the others?

Now they were all crazed with it, as if they had partaken of tainted meat.

The foolishness was most strong in Sessurea, for as he whipped himself into position to challenge Maulkin, his orange mane was already erect and toxic.

‘You lead us awry!’ he trumpeted. ‘Daily the Plenty grows shallower and warmer, and the salts of it more strange. You lead us where prey is scarce and then give us scant time to feed. I scent no other tangles, for no others have come this way. You lead us not to rebirth but to death.’

Shreever shook out her ruff, arching her neck to release her poisons.

If Maulkin were attacked by the others, she vowed he would not fight alone.

But Maulkin did not even erect his ruff.

As lazily as weed in the tides, he wove a slow pattern in the Plenty.

It carried him over and then under Sessurea, who twined his own head about in an effort to keep his gaze upon Maulkin.

Before the whole tangle, he changed Sessurea’s challenge into a graceful dance in which Maulkin led.

His wisdom was as entwining as his movement when he addressed Sessurea.

‘If you scent no other tangle, it is because I follow the scent of those who passed here an age ago. But if you opened wide your gills, you would scent others, and not so far ahead of us. You fear the warmth of this Plenty, and yet you were among those who first protested when I led you from warmth to coolness. You taste the strangeness of the salts and think we have gone awry. Foolish serpent! If all were familiar, then we would be swimming back into yesterday. Follow me, and do not doubt any longer. For I lead you, not into your own familiar yesterday, but into tomorrow, and the yesterday of your ancestors. Doubt no longer, but swallow my truth!’

So close had Maulkin come to Sessurea as he wove his dance and wisdom that when he lifted his mane and released his toxins, Sessurea breathed them in.

His great green eyes spun as he tasted the echo of death and the truth that hides in it.

He faltered in his defence, going limp, and would have sunk to the bottom had not Maulkin wrapped his length with his own.

Yet even as he bore up the one who would have denied him, the tangle cried out in unease.

For above the Plenty and yet in it, and below the Lack and yet in it, a great darkness moved.

Its shadow passed over them soundlessly save for the rush of its finless body.

Yet when the rest of the tangle would have fled back into the depths, Maulkin upheld Sessurea and pursued the shape. ‘Come!’ he trumpeted back to them all. ‘Follow! Follow without fear, and I promise you both food and rebirth when the time for the gathering is upon us!’

Shreever mastered her fear only with her loyalty to Maulkin.

Of all the tangle, she first uncoiled herself to flow through the Plenty and follow their leader.

She watched the first shivering of awareness come back to Sessurea, and marked how gently he parted himself from Maulkin.

‘I saw this,’ he called back to the others who still lagged and hesitated.

‘This is right, Maulkin is right! I have seen this in his memories, and now we live it again. Come. Come.’

At that acknowledgement, there came forth from the shape food, prey that neither struggled nor swam, but drifted down to be seized and consumed by all.

‘We shall not starve,’ Maulkin assured his followers quietly. ‘Nor shall we need to delay our journey for fishing. Set aside your doubts and reach for your deepest memories. Follow.’