Maybe if she wore the fur, all this human happiness wouldn’t make her heart overflow so much. Fox kissed the moonlight off Jacob’s face and carefully slipped out from under the quilt that warmed them both. An old friend of Jacob’s, Robert Dunbar, kept sending enthusiastic telegrams from there, which told of three-eyed lizards, of enchanted whale bones, and of wild kings who had the fern forests of their homeland tattooed on their skin. The ferry to Aotearoa ran out of Doryeong. Two more travelers were sleeping on the mats the landlady had wordlessly rolled out for them. A sprig of white blossoms filled the room they were sleeping in with lush, sweet fragrance. So why could she still not sleep? Was it because she wasn’t used to being so blissfully happy?įox pulled the quilt over Jacob’s shoulder. Even Jacob believed that his brother did not want to be found after all that had happened, and that it was time to go their separate ways. But by now they had been searching in vain for weeks for any sign of him, and yesterday, as the sun had set over a strange sea, they had finally decided to call it off. A time or two, they had almost caught up with Will.

After all the months in which they had lost his brother’s trail and picked it up again countless times. Maybe that was why Jacob was sleeping so deeply.

Her tongue could barely pronounce the name of the port city where they had arrived the day before. The two moons that shone on her world dappled his forehead with rusty red and pale silver, and birds whose names she didn’t know cried outside the inn.ĭoryeong. Whatever he was encountering in his dreams made him smile, and Fox ran her fingers over his lips as if she could read what he was dreaming. He was sleeping so soundly that he didn’t wake up when she gently eased out of his embrace. Fox felt Jacob’s breath on her neck, warm and familiar.

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