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He
laughed
.
"
Come
off
it
.
Why
should
they
let
me
get
off
?
No
,
they
weren
’
t
quick
enough
,
is
all
.
"
"
Weren
’
t
they
?
"
Elma
nodded
behind
him
.
He
did
not
turn
.
He
felt
a
cold
wind
blowing
.
He
was
afraid
to
turn
.
He
felt
something
in
the
seat
behind
him
,
something
as
frail
as
your
breath
on
a
cold
morning
something
as
blue
as
hickory
-
wood
smoke
at
twilight
,
something
like
old
white
lace
,
something
like
a
snowfall
,
something
like
the
icy
rime
of
winter
on
the
brittle
sedge
.
There
was
a
sound
as
of
a
thin
plate
of
glass
broken
—
laughter
.
Then
silence
.
He
turned
.
The
young
woman
sat
at
the
tiller
bench
quietly
.
Her
wrists
were
thin
as
icicles
,
her
eyes
as
clear
as
the
moons
and
as
large
,
steady
and
white
.
The
wind
blew
at
her
and
,
like
an
image
on
cold
water
,
she
rippled
,
silk
standing
out
from
her
frail
body
in
tatters
of
blue
rain
.
"
Go
back
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
.
"
Sam
was
quivering
,
the
fine
,
delicate
fear
-
quivering
of
a
hornet
suspended
in
the
air
,
undecided
between
fear
and
hate
.
"
Get
off
my
ship
!
"
"
This
isn
’
t
your
ship
,
"
said
the
vision
.
"
It
’
s
old
as
our
world
.
It
sailed
the
sand
seas
ten
thousand
years
ago
when
the
seas
were
whispered
away
and
the
docks
were
empty
,
and
you
came
and
took
it
,
stole
it
.
Now
turn
it
around
,
go
back
to
the
crossroad
place
.
We
have
need
to
talk
with
you
.
Something
important
has
happened
.
"
"
Get
off
my
ship
!
"
said
Sam
.
He
took
a
gun
from
his
holster
with
a
creak
of
leather
.
He
pointed
it
carefully
.
"
Jump
off
before
I
count
three
or
—
"
"
Don
’
t
!
"
cried
the
girl
.
"
I
won
’
t
hurt
you
.
Neither
will
the
others
.
We
came
in
peace
!
"
