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<strong>Eye</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ocean</strong> – <strong>Book</strong> 3: Ji’Jin <strong>Station</strong><br />
Ulanda nodded again and found <strong>the</strong> strength to go and start picking <strong>the</strong> thick<br />
fleshed center leaves <strong>of</strong> each plant while <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r woman pulled <strong>the</strong> container <strong>of</strong><br />
eggs from <strong>the</strong> cool <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> well, still talking away, <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> her gasps hollow as<br />
she bent over <strong>the</strong> high stone lip. The brown birds hidden in <strong>the</strong> pin berry bush<br />
trilled <strong>the</strong>ir sharp notes over and over, with a hoarse sound, as though protesting.<br />
“Not your eggs,” she said to <strong>the</strong>m. Theirs were too small to bo<strong>the</strong>r with,<br />
smaller than her thumbnail. These were from <strong>the</strong> large awkward gulls that nested<br />
along <strong>the</strong> broken cliffs overlooking <strong>the</strong> Endicastrom. Ulanda had ga<strong>the</strong>red <strong>the</strong> new<br />
eggs over <strong>the</strong> last few days, marking <strong>the</strong> nests that had been empty <strong>the</strong> day<br />
before, candling <strong>the</strong> eggs to check again, <strong>the</strong>n boiling <strong>the</strong>m. A long walk in <strong>the</strong><br />
heat, and technically Temple land - along <strong>the</strong> ridge were Alisim Temple banners -<br />
but no one had ever bo<strong>the</strong>red her and while she was <strong>the</strong>re, she liked <strong>the</strong> stark<br />
isolation with only <strong>the</strong> wind and <strong>the</strong> birds, <strong>the</strong> river and a salt smell that didn't<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten come this far inland. She'd get more eggs today, <strong>the</strong> breeding season was<br />
too short to waste even though <strong>the</strong>y didn't bring in much money for all <strong>the</strong> rough<br />
scrambling and climbing over <strong>the</strong> rocks and having to duck <strong>the</strong> birds, <strong>the</strong>ir clumsy<br />
waddle on land turned to a soaring grace when <strong>the</strong>y flew.<br />
“Girl, you don't have any meat on you at all!” Mo<strong>the</strong>r Pasbal stood with her<br />
fists on her own ample hips, <strong>the</strong> basket at her feet. “You just don't bo<strong>the</strong>r with<br />
what you should, it's not right...”<br />
The usual, Ulanda thought. Start with how Master Gina would take her on to<br />
wait tables or as a chambermaid if she promised to show up on time, <strong>the</strong>n she<br />
would get to <strong>the</strong> part about her eldest son being a widower now and how <strong>the</strong><br />
gossip didn't matter beans. That crazy is as crazy does and <strong>the</strong>re was none <strong>of</strong><br />
that - <strong>the</strong> doing - <strong>the</strong>n she'd pause as though waiting for Ulanda to confirm her<br />
opinion and <strong>the</strong>n on to <strong>the</strong> next bit, and <strong>the</strong>n insist she come to dinner that very<br />
night, and that no wasn't an answer she'd settle for.<br />
Half listening as she finished picking <strong>the</strong> lettuce, Ulanda found herself suddenly<br />
standing, <strong>the</strong> leaves still in <strong>the</strong> skirt <strong>of</strong> her bunched up nightdress, listening to a<br />
different sound, a whine that stopped <strong>the</strong> woman's monologue and <strong>the</strong> bird song<br />
both. A large ship, a Zimmer freighter from <strong>the</strong> pitch. Coming in low, following<br />
<strong>the</strong> Endicastom, <strong>the</strong> noise blocked until it mounted <strong>the</strong> cliff that separated <strong>the</strong><br />
river from Intil Capital and <strong>the</strong> town that sprawled around <strong>the</strong> stone walls,<br />
extending to <strong>the</strong> flank <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hills. The sound bloomed in an echo against Dog<br />
Mountain behind her and was gone without fading.<br />
Intil Port <strong>the</strong>n, not <strong>the</strong> Temple grounds or <strong>the</strong> Holding at Endica. There would<br />
be work in <strong>the</strong> High market for a few days at least and a chance to meet someone<br />
with more to spend than promises.<br />
Deep in <strong>the</strong>ir pockets <strong>of</strong> flesh, Mo<strong>the</strong>r Pascal's eyes narrowed. “Don't you be<br />
going <strong>of</strong>f to <strong>the</strong> Port,” she said <strong>the</strong>n snorted loudly, her face showing that she<br />
knew how useless any warning would be. Then persisted, saying, “Someday,<br />
Laurel Hickey www.2morrow.bc.ca