Ripples In The Sand (The Sea Witch Voyages) - Plot & Excerpts
Pamela called again to Tiola, and retraced her steps, the old dog happy to potter at her side. “My dear, are you well?” Pamela asked, concerned, as she approached. “You look pale.” The returned smile was one of reassurance, despite the troubled feeling that hung like yesterday’s porridge in the pit of Tiola’s stomach. There was something wrong with Jesamiah, but he was too far away, and she did not have enough energy to reach him. This random scrying into the past made her so very tired. “I was daydreaming about Jesamiah. Hoping he is safe, and has not met foul weather in Biscay.” “It is hard to be a sailor’s wife,” Pamela agreed as they walked, arm thread through arm in the direction of the dunes and Tawford Barton. “Although I would, I confess, be happy to have a sailor as my husband rather than no husband at all.” “Rue is a good man.” Tiola responded, with only a hint of teasing. “Although he is not of the status of your kindred. Would some of them, perhaps, disapprove of any liaison you may have with a Frenchman from the sea?”
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