The end of the summer season was at hand; they were fastapproaching the autumnal equinox. Fromthere he dropped to land lightly on his hard bare feet, flexing hisknees to absorb the impact on the scrubbed white planks. There is still somestorm damage that needs repair. Under one arm he carried a rolled bundle of coloured silk.
It lacks butone detail, he grunted, and returned to the chest. We can never find our way through thewilderness without a navigator. Vincent straightened his spine and took his guard, trying to smilecarelessly as he steeled himself to go forward to his certain death. He turned it carefullyto face the east, to gaze for ever towards the moonrise and the dawn.
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