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The dive guide frowned. “But this is impossible. The head is a bird. The
body is some kind of beast.”
“There’s a mythological animal with the head and wings of an eagle and the
body of a lion,” Adriana explained. “It’s a griffin. This artifact comes from the
wreck of a ship called the Griffin.”
Holding the eagle out in front of her, she walked up to English and lowered
it on top of the carving in his arms. The jagged ends fit together like two puzzle
pieces. One half was bleached by sun, the other blackened by centuries
underwater. But there was no question that this had once been a single sculpture.
Now it was whole again after more than three hundred years.
She stepped back and admired the effect. “This is the figurehead from the
bow of the Griffin. If your ancestor floated ashore on part of it, then he was from
that ship.” She looked at him long and hard. “The Griffin was English, which
means you are, too. Your family legend — it’s all true.”
Menasce Gérard was not often overwhelmed, but this was one of those
times. At last, he managed, “You American teenagers — ”
“I’m Canadian,” Kaz reminded him.
“You bring me my history,” the guide persisted. “I — I have no way to
repay you.”
Star regarded him solemnly. “I think saving our lives a thousand times
probably counts.”
English gazed at their faces as if committing each one to memory. “I will
never forget you.” The giant stood there for a moment awkwardly, and then
opened his arms.
There was room for all four of them.