Ashes on the Waves Mary Lindsey

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.Then the banging stopped.I knew they hadn t simply given up.They were going to try something else, butwhat? There was no way in.or out, forthat matter.Deaf and blind in a sense andcompletely helpless, I waited.Andwaited.And waited.My thoughts turned to the last time Iwas here to the first time I d ever beenkissed or touched by someone other than acaretaker.The smell of her skin, thesmoothness and warmth of her lips.Theone thing I had worth living for or dyingfor Anna.Then it dawned on me: I might neverbe with her again.A panic so severe I wasunable to breathe seized me.I had to seeher whatever the cost.I refused to let thislighthouse become my tomb withoutseeing her again.I climbed the ladder and pushed thehatch open.When I emerged into themorning sunlight and looked down ontothe villagers surrounding the lighthouse,their next strategy became painfullyapparent: they were turning the lighthouseinto my funeral pyre only the brickstructure would never catch fire, it wouldjust heat up like an oven and smolder,killing me slowly and painfully, asbefitted a demon.* * *The screaming of the Bean Sidhes was thefirst indication something was happeningon the south coast of the island.By thetime Muireann got there, most of the NaFir Ghorm had assembled near the shoreunder the lighthouse.Villagers were piling lumber aroundand against the structure. You cheated, a Bean Sidhe screamedin the ancient tongue. We did no such thing, replied the NaFir Ghorm leader.In her golden, female form, the BeanSidhe hovered just over the surface of thewater. You killed the woman by yourown hand.She was stabbed.He smiled, exposing his multiplelayers of sharp teeth behind his blue lips. She killed herself.We simply added thestabbing for effect after she was dead.Alovely detail, don t you think? How does this test their love? Yousaid it was a test of faith.This is going toresult in his execution, another BeanSidhe cried.Several of the hideous blue creaturesbobbing at the surface chuckled. Theevent was received with more emotionand zeal than we anticipated, one said. We assumed he would be blamed asusual and the female would have todetermine whether or not she has enoughfaith in him to believe him even though theevidence is insurmountable. That is hardly a test.And now thecontest is invalid because he will bedead.The Na Fir Ghorm leader grinned. What better test of love than death?Muireann sank under the surface andbit her lip to keep her sobs quiet.If onlyshe hadn t fallen asleep, she could vedone something to save her Liam.Shecould have pulled out the stick before thehumans found the body or distracted thepitiful woman before she succumbed tothe call of the Na Fir Ghorm.Anything.But now her Liam would die and it washer fault.27Experience has shown, andPhilosophy will always show,tShat a vast portion, perhaps thelarger portion of truth, arises fromthe apparently irrelevant. Edgar Allan Poe,from Doings of Gotham [LetterVI], 1844The villagers were too swept up in theirmurderous frenzy to notice me observingfrom the deck.Almost giddy with purpose,they piled lumber against the agingwhitewashed brick of the lighthouse.Once the lumber had been lit, I d onlyhave two options: try to burst out the doorthrough the flames, which would be nearlyimpossible considering the amount oflumber stacked against it and theinevitable heat of the door, or remain andbe slow roasted.Neither prospectappealed.Somehow, the noose MacReilly had thrown over a large limb in atree just west of the lighthouse seemedpreferable inviting, almost.No.I would not go without a fight and Iwould see Anna first.I wanted to leavethis world with her name as my lastutterance, her face my last sight, and hersweet voice filling my ears. He didn t do it, I tell you! Francineyelled as she emerged into the lighthouseclearing from the trail, Ron Reilly closebehind. She climbed out a window, heshouted, catching up and grabbing herupper arm. I tried to keep her put. Polly! Go get Anna Leighton!Francine pleaded, trying to shake free ofRon. Go quick.Polly looked up at her husband,Edmond, and he nodded.Withouthesitation, she lifted her skirt and rantoward the trail to Taibhreamh.At this point, I suspected most everyresident of D�chas was present andpitching in to add lumber to the pile,except my pa.He was nowhere to be seen [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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