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PIECES OF PERIAN 24 AND LAST

Perian opened his eyes and blinked up at the bright yellow sun. He pushed himself upright, then snatched his hands away from the sand to look at the palms. They were whole. No blood, no raw flesh. Whole and strong. Stretching carefully, he found that no part of his body was aching. He stood up and looked around, hearing the songs of many birds sounding from the dense growth of trees at the centre of the island. He shook his head; the sights and the sounds and the warmth of the sun remained.
“Well,” he said aloud, “I might as well enjoy it.” He pulled off his salt-stiffened clothing and walked naked down to the sea. Here he found that the water was bitter cold, although the sand was warm to his bare feet. He looked out towards the west, and saw far off a place where the blue went out of the sky, and the grey winter still reigned.
Coming up the beach he paused by the battered old boat and laying his hand upon it said:
“I name you Voyager.”
Then turning and looking up to the blue sky, he cried:
“And I name this land Eluth, the last island. I claim no rule here – only let me pass in peace.”
No voice answered him; only the birds sang a little louder, so he took this as a welcome and set off along a fair wide path among the trees.

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Pool of Ending

PIECES OF PERIAN 23

Before the coast of Mur was out of sight Perian’s hands were beginning to rub raw again, in spite of the heavy gauntlets Thurlo had fashioned for him out of an old leather jerkin. And his shoulders ached and his breath was laboured and he felt every year of his age weighing heavy on his back. He rowed on until noon, and under the pale silvery sun shipped the oars and rested, letting the tide take him while he ate and drank of the supplies Thurlo had packed. There was spiced wine, poured hot into its earthenware jug, which had then been plugged and laid in a lined basket, so that some warmth remained in it. This simple pleasure cheered Perian greatly, and he bent to his oars again more readily. Mur was well out of his sight now, and he had to rely on the sun as a guide to his direction. When dark came down, he would have to pray for a clear sky and hope he remembered all Ilo had taught him of star-craft. He had to pause now and again out of sheer weariness. No terns came to his aid this time, although he did see one magnificent bird, a great albatross that glided low over the waves across his stern, so that he cried aloud in wonder at its beauty. He envied it its rapid progress across the sea that dragged against his heavy oars.

The day faded into dusk and dusk into dark until Perian was labouring under a sharp black sky. Still there was no sign of any island or of an end to the journey. Yet an end came.

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So in a grey cold wind Perian walked down to the shore next morning, a small bundle on his back. At the sea’s edge he spotted the bent figure of the old man he was seeking, a solitary fellow who lived in a hut among the marram-dunes and made his living by fishing a little from his sturdy home-built rowing boat and by scavenging along the shore for any useful bits and pieces cast up by the sea. His name was Ral.

“Hello there!” called Perian. His voice was carried off by the wind to mingle with the gulls’ cries. Ral did not hear until Perian was almost beside him. Then he straightened up from his searching of the sand, turned slowly, and stared silently at his visitor.

“Good morning,” offered Perian.

“Bad. Nothing on the tideline.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I wish you better fortune from the next tide. I was wondering …”

“Ah. So I hear. Answer’s no.”

“No?”

“No. I won’t cross that channel this time of year. Not for no money.”

“Oh. Oh. Well, do you know anyone who would?”

“No. Nor no other boat strong enough neither.”

“But – but I must go. As soon as may be. I must.”

Ral spat into the sand at Perian’s feet, wrinkled up his face, sighed, scratched his head and said,

“Well.”

“Yes?”

“How much gold you got?”

“Gold? About fifty pieces, I think. Why?”

Ral gestured up the beach to where his boat lay.

“Sell her to you then. Fifty. Take it or leave it.”

VOYAGER

PIECES OF PERIAN 21

It was almost dark, and the rain had turned to sleet, when a young girl in search of a stray sheep came across a huddled mass of something lying in the wet grass at the top of the cliff. It moaned, and she looked more closely. She saw a tangle of human limbs, and turned and ran into the night. Soon she was hammering at the door of the nearest house, and help was quickly on its way. Before midnight the people of Sebrid had carried Perian and Ilo, bound carefully onto hurdles, to warm beds in a hospitable cottage. Two women volunteered to sit up through the long winter night.

Towards dawn, Perian stirred sluggishly in his nest of thick sheepskins and rough-woven blankets. He made a faint noise, and his attendant leaned over to watch his face. His movements became stronger, his head rolled on the pillow, and as the nurse reached out to comfort him he said distinctly,

“Anna!”

Then he said,

“Alauda!”

And then.

“Mother!”

ISLANDER

If My Terrible Memory Is Your Problem, Bookshops Are The Solution

Me too, me too.

Tara Sparling writes

If My Terrible Memory Is Your Problem, Bookshops Are The Solution

In this earlier post, I described my attempts to browse Amazon as if it was as bricks-and-mortar bookshop, and my frustration at the impossibility of stumbling across surprise books which might make my day. I came to the conclusion that nobody is allowed to stumble across anything on Amazon, because you are so narrowly steered towards what they believe we either want or SHOULD want. The overall online experience is quite depressing.

But there was another side to this story. Last week I went into one of my 3 favourite bookshops in Dublin, to buy a book for Father’s Day. I had no idea whatsoever what I was going to buy, so shopping online was out of the question.

This is extremely unusual for me, but I’m now going to tell you what I bought that day. I normally never mention individual books on this blog because it’s an exercise steeped in disappointment, and fraught with…

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PIECES OF PERIAN 20

Ilo, left alone, had set up a camp and got a fire ready to light when evening should come. He had caught the run-away horse and tethered it beside the donkey, draping both animals in blankets to keep off the wind. Then he prepared food and drink so that he could have it ready for Perian as soon as he came back.

“If he comes back,” he muttered. The donkey looked at him, its head on one side. Then there were several hours of waiting, until Perian stumbled out of the night towards the fire. Ilo stripped him of his armour, laid him in soft blankets, gave him hot spiced wine to drink and bathed his wounds in warm water.

“Oh, my lord, I am so glad to see you! How excited they will all be in Portron. Was the monster very terrible?”

Perian shuddered.

“Ho, don’t ask me. I cannot speak of it yet. But I thank you for your care of me. I think I could sleep now.”

Ilo watched beside the king for a while, then settled down by the fire.

Kemara's Tower

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Why was no news of this sent to Lavrum? I – the king would have sent knights to combat this evil.”

“Much the king cares for us! Never showed his face here, has he? And what’s a knight or two against this – this horror.”

“I will try my hand against it.”

The other stared at him, then laughed.

“You! You’re an old man – you’d never stand!”

“I am a knight,” said Perian quietly, “and must fulfil my oath, while there is life in me. If I die, at least I will have tried.”

There was a silence while the innkeeper looked at him again.

“By the Flower of Lavrum! I do believe you mean it.”

“I do mean it.”

“Then I’m sorry for what I said. You’re a brave man. Here – have some breakfast.”

By the time Perian had finished breakfast, a large crowd had gathered outside the inn, hoping to see the brave champion who was going to attempt the monster of the tower. Some offered any help they could give.

“Is there any armour to be had?”

“Odd bits and pieces. Sir,” said one man. “Shall I gather what I can?”

“Please do. Ilo, will you get all these boys together into a party to repair and polish armour. And will some of you,” he turned to the crowd again, “help with food for our journey to the north.”

A few of the townspeople hurried away to their homes to fetch the necessary supplies, while the rest pressed forward to come near to Perian.

“Bless you, noble knight.”

“May you prevail, and come home safe.”

Devil's Point

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By mid-afternoon Arrab towered above them, and they could see the movement of people on the stone quay of the village of Portron. They slipped in among the fishing boats, and willing hands caught their ropes and secured them to the quayside.

Portron boasted a small inn, and when the travellers had taken their baggage to their chamber, washed, and eaten, they joined the customers in the common-room and enjoyed an evening of songs and stories much like the reylings of Sewil.

Ilo nudged Perian after a while.

“What?”

“That old man over there. He looks really miserable.”

“Yes. Perhaps he’s not well. Everyone else seems cheerful enough.”

Perian turned to his neighbour.

“Is anything amiss with that old man in the corner? Does he need any help?”

The man edged away from Perian.

“You don’t want to go looking for trouble, stranger,” he muttered. Then he began whispering to the other men near him, and they all looked curiously at Perian. Soon they got up and left, and the inn was empty within a few minutes. Perian and Ilo looked for the old man, but he had gone with the rest, so they went up to bed; the landlord did not trouble to show them the way.

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“Greetings, travellers. It is good to welcome guests so late in the year. I trust you have had a good crossing from the mainland.”

Perian smiled.

“A little unpleasant for one unaccustomed to sea-travel. But my captain here had a firm hand on the tiller.”

The Elder bowed gravely to Ilo.

“How may we serve you?” he asked.

“We should like to stay here with you for a time, before continuing our voyage. Will you allow that?”

“Gladly. We have no inns here, but someone will find room for you.”

He looked about him, and called to an old woman on the edge of the crowd,

“Galla, you should have room. Are you willing to house these travellers?”

She stepped forward eagerly.

“With pleasure, Derran, if these good people do not mind hard beds and simple cooking.”

Galla led the travellers to a low turf-roofed cottage near-by. Inside it was warm and surprisingly large, with little light seeping through its small windows. Perian and Ilo placed their bundles by their beds and were soon eating a delicious and plentiful mutton stew. When they had finished, Galla started wrapping herself up in an enormous shawl.

“You’ll come to the reyling?”

“If we would be welcome. What is this reyling?”

The old lady laughed.

“Why, it’s nothing but a bit of singing and dancing and story-telling, and maybe a little drinking to warm our hearts now that the evenings are getting colder.” And she winked.

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PIECES OF PERIAN 16

The next day was a busy one; Perian and Ilo were down among the wharves soon after breakfast, prospecting for a likely craft, and settling at last for an old but still seaworthy sailing-boat called Islander.

“That’s a good name, Ilo. What do you think of her?”

“She’s strong-looking, my lord, not fancy but she’ll get us there.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Ilo. Do you think we can handle her?”

“Oh yes, Sir, if you follow my lead.”

The boat’s former owner watched with interest while Ilo kept Perian beating about within hailing distance of Skyrholm until the tide started running out too fast to continue. A stiff and weary crewman staggered back to the inn with his still energetic young skipper, to swallow a welcome draught of ale and to dry out before the huge fire in the parlour.

“I don’t know!” scolded Anna. “One crazy idea after another!”

“It’s all right, Anna. I shall take care this time, you’ll see. No foolish venture this, but the journey I set out to make when I left my home.”

“Hmm! A fine pair you are to be setting sail in the autumn. You won’t convince me there’s any sense in it.”

ISLANDER