Vincentwore a dark woollen cloak against the dawn chill, but his head wasbare. A runner was comingback down the line. We cannotescape what has been decreed. Sir Francis felt it too, and turned to look at him.
He sagged in Cumbrae's arms. Thank you, no. He held Bobby in his lap,and the little boy regarded him with huge solemn black eyes. They went below the dark surface and left barely a ripple in theship's wake at their passing.
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