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He turned away and went back along the jetty. Down on the shingle other fishermen were beaching their
boats. Sarles went down and made inquiries in regard to Junt. "From the kindness of my heart I let him
take out my Preval, though I warned him that the wind was rising and seemed to be veering to the north."



"He was out by Scratch Bottom an hour ago," said one of the fishermen. "Junt will fish while honest men
drink wine!"



Sarles scanned the sea. "Possibly true, but I do not see him now. The wind is swinging about and he will
be in trouble if

he does not head for the harbour soon."



"Never fear for an old sea-dog like Junt, in a stout boat such as the Lirlou," said a fisherman who had
just come up. The first fisherman gave a raucous laugh. "But he is aboard the Prevail"



"Aha. That is something else again. Sarles, you would be wise to make repairs."
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"Yes, yes," muttered Sarles. "In due course. I can neither walk on water nor blow gold coins out of my
nose."



Sunset came and still Junt failed to return to Mynault harbour. Sarles finally reported the circumstances
to Liba. "Today my back was poorly, and I could not fish over-long. From motives of generosity I
allowed Junt the use of my boat. He has not yet returned and I fear that he has been blown off down the
coast, or even has wrecked the Preval. I suppose this should be a lesson for me."



Liba stared. "For you? What of Junt and his family?"



"I am concerned on both counts. That goes without saying. However, I have not told you yet of my
amazing good luck."