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His playing was sweet, his voice a mournful tenor as he began tosing.
 No, I’ll not for lads nor lasses.
My dancing days are done.
The bitter tide
Is my final ride
To the sea I am now gone.

And I follow the rush of the water
For the water flows to the shore
And I have cried
Where the pale tides died
And wept to weep no more.

I lost my faithless lover
To the sea, my faithless friend —
For the one devoured the other
Leaving nothing but pain at the end.
Now I hear her song in the wave
And her voice in the water deep.
She is gone but her music lives on
And it’s all that I can keep.

And I follow the rush of the water
For the water flows to the shore
And I have cried
Where the pale tides died
And wept to weep no more.

When that song was finished, the unseen singerpaused for a moment, then launched into another
one, equallymournful.

“Sad songs,” Kait said, not wanting to listen to anymore wistful, yearning ballads.

“If he knows another sort, he’s never shownit.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“You won’t have heard any of them before. He onlyplays the songs he writes himself. A hundred
variations on thetheme of grief.”

Kait had no wish to discuss love, or longing, or grief. She saidnothing, and the stilted
conversation died there, and the two ofthem were left looking at each other.

The silence was becoming unbearable when Ry said, “I havesome things for you — I picked
them up when we took onsupplies in the Fire Islands.” He unlatched the doors of thearmoire and
pulled them open. Opulent, gauzy silks and fine linensin rainbow colors hung on the rack to the
left and lay folded onthe shelves to the right. She caught a glimpse of tabards andblouses and
skirts and dresses, soft robes and dressing gowns,nightshirts, leg wrappings, and stockings . . .
evendelicate underthings. The people of the Fire Islands were famousfor their fine fabrics and