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 Second Encounter



Chapter  III


  "Well, I don't know exactly what our Derry has gotten himself into this time, but after accusing our young messenger here of being a thief, I think the least we can do is see that he gets a good meal for his trouble. Why don't you and William take Selk to the kitchen and see if Cook can find something for him?" The boy's eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Oh, sir, do you think there might be some fish?" Morgan gave the boy a puzzled look.

"I would think so. There was fresh fish for our dinner tonight. I must say you are one of the few children I know who actually likes fish." The boy's grin widened.

"Oh, it's almost all I eat, sir!" With that, he left the room with the guard and Morgan's seneschal. Morgan turned to Derry with a wide grin.

"Well, Derry, are you going to tell me about your friend? Or should I not even ask?" Derry winced and shook his head.

"You wouldn't believe me, even if I did tell you." Moving back over to the table, he set the bag on it gently and stood looking at it. Morgan came up beside him.

"Aren't you at least going to open it?" he asked. Derry reached down and untied the top. Morgan picked up the ties and turned them over in his hand..

"Derry?" he said, puzzled. "Is this. seaweed?" Derry barely looked up from the bag he was opening.

"Probably," he said, and just as quickly realized he shouldn't have. "Syrene's people are. very close to the sea." Morgan raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

"Well, let's see what you've got," he said. Derry pulled open the bag and reached inside. He pulled out a shell, bigger than a man's fist and a delicate pink in color. It resembled the shells sailors carved on their boats, being blown by mythical sea gods.

"You know, if you hold a shell like that to your ear, you can hear the sea," Morgan said. Derry turned the shell over once in his hands, then held it to his ear. Instead of the soft hiss of ocean waves, it was the lilting sing-song of Syrene's laughter he heard. The sound made him almost drop the shell. He held it away from his ear and just stared.



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