Chapter 10:

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“Ted, we've had less than nine hours sleep in three days,” Tom complained as they dropped the six man boat from what they called the platform. 'When are we going to get a decent rest?'

“We can rest at Zyaris house,” Ted said jumping lightly into the boat after his brother. Terry loosed the rope and joined them. “Tim probably won't be home, but we can stay there all the same. His servants should remember us. We only went last two months or so ago.”

“If he's not there he'll have the Dianna with him,” Tom pointed out.

“Well then we will just have to borrow one of his other larger boats,” Ted said simply. “Preferably one he didn't make himself.”

“es,” Tom laughed. “Ok Terry, turn us about.”

Terry turned the boat while Ted and Tom rowed. They passed through the gap in the rocks and away from the cliffs.

“We'll have to keep quite close to the shore,” Ted told the others. “We don't want to get caught up in any currents without the help of a sail.”

“We could have used Nathan's boat,” Tom pointed out. “It'd be much quicker too.”

“We don't know Nathan's brother-in-law, the builder,” Ted pointed out what they'd already discussed. “I don't trust many ship builders, so I'd rather not.”

“We've been through this already,” Terry reminded and Tom nodded.

“I suppose your right,” he relented. “But I still say it looks a similar building stile to the Dianna and so I reckon it's good.”

They all took turns at rowing. They had a long way to go. After about an hour they found a long-shore current and used it to hasten their journey. Finally after many hours they crossed the narrow channel and slid the boat into the harbour. Ted looked back across the channel at his home land. His home was quite a way up the coast, but here he could see the pointed spit of land that jutted out towards the land they had just reached, as though to bridge the two, but failing to reach across. The multiple forts and ramparts along that part of the coast made smuggling impossible there. That was why they had their base where they did and travelled the extra distance by sea.

Ted looked forward again and smiled. Zyaris house stood up on the hill overlooking the harbour. The windows were lit emanating warm lamp light. Before the house, a lane of larch and silver birch trees ran down to the harbour. On either side of the lane spread green fields of corn waiting to ripen and other fields of grass with cattle sheds and sheep folds, all resting under a pearly moon. The stone quay side shimmered in the moonlight and a solitary thatched cottage at one end let its presence be known through a thin slither of light escaping through one window on the seaward side.

Ted, who was at the tiller at the time, steered the boat round the harbour, avoiding the ships that lined the quay and lay at anchor in the deep still water. There were several large ships with three masts, a few medium ships with one mast, a hand full of very small boats with fixed sails and one boat that three could man and still carry many people. It had a single mast with its main sail wrapped round it. There was no boom, but a pulley block. The jib was in its place and held taught. She lay at anchor quite near the largest of the single masted ships.

“If he hasn't got the Dianna,” Ted whispered to his friends, “that's the boat we'll take.”

They found a mooring place between two small boats by the quay side and got out. They ordered their things, turned and walked up the lane of trees.

Tim was at home. He'd returned about a week before and was planning his next venture. When Ted knocked on the door and the butler showed him in, Tim had been in bed, but it didn't take much to get him up again. He invited them to rest and at around TEN the next day he met them for a late breakfast.

He was proud to show them his latest acquisition, a large ship with three masts called the Wave Breaker. He was also pleased to announce that he had not even damaged the Dianna, which was a great achievement for him. It was around twelve therefore when Ted and his friends said their fare wells and took their leave of Tim. It took only about three hours to get back with the wind cutting across them from the starboard side.



Alexander had done his duty at the gate with his sword drawn. Adrian, reluctant to be found by the commander's hit men, stayed with Alexander until Alexander's duty when he went to the horse and took it for a long walk in the dark. He thought the horse would not want to come, but it seemed eager. He liked the horse being there because it gave him a sense of security. He was the only person who would dare approach the horse so he felt safe from attack. As the day broke Adrian put the horse back in its stable and went to relieve Alexander.

Alexander stayed with Adrian for some time and Adrian took the opportunity to tell him about the prison break down at the harbour.

“I bet you it's the smugglers,” Alexander said.

Adrian knew it was, but he hid it well. He didn't like talking about the smugglers when he could help it. “You haven't got any money to bet,” he joked. “Anyway we couldn't prove it either way.”

Alexander slowly nodded. He wasn't easily fooled and he'd suspected for a long time now that Adrian knew something like the smugglers names. Every time Adrian shunned the subject Alexander's suspicions grew stronger.

Eventually he excused himself and went to check on the other men while Adrian stayed on guard.

It was about seven when Alexander set his course toward the main gate again. All the men were where they should be and he'd spotted the two men who had intended killing him. They were lying behind the commander's apartment. One of them had a knife in his hand and had stabbed the other. The second had stabbed the first with a broken bottle. They had obviously fought and killed one another in their strife.

Alexander instructed some of the soldiers who were only now rising to sort it out and tell the commander. Not that he would understand them. He was far too drunk for that.

Quickly Alexander traced the route he had once taken on patrol back to Adrian at the gate. As he reached the courtyard he noticed the noise. It was the sound of marching, the rhythmic tramp of heavy feet.

“And halt,” a sharp yapping voice snapped.

Alexander ran up to where Adrian was looking down from the wall.

“Are they with us?” Alexander hissed, making Adrian start.

“Oh, it's you,” he grunted with relief. “I don't know. They look like government troops, but they might not be.”

A tall thin man with a high crested helmet and long thin sword strode up to the gate and yapped out his order.

“Open the gates! We are government forces and stand as representatives of the law.”

“I'll go,” Adrian said quietly. “You wait here. I'll speak with him and if he is not just looking for drink I'll let him in.”

He hurried down the stairs and turned with meaning toward the gate. On the wall, Alexander picked up Adrian's bow and knocked an arrow to the string. He was going to be ready, just in case.

“I am corporal Nite of the Lighthouse Fort garrison,” Adrian declared from within the barred gate. “What do you want? State your business.”

“I am Captain Crool of the fifteenth infantry dragoon,” the pale faced man replied, removing his helmet in a sign of friendship to reveal a bald head. “We've suffered many losses in a fight two days ago and we have come seeking a defendable place to stay.”

“Are your men orderly?” Adrian demanded with surprising boldness.

“Are you accustomed to them not being so?” Captain Crool retorted, horrified at the question.

“I'm afraid I've had to put up with it a long time now,” Adrian admitted and unbarred the gate. “Perhaps you'd be able to restore order,” he half suggested, “though I doubt anyone could.”

“We'll see about that,” the man growled, taking the comment as an insult. To Adrian's later loss, he didn't pick it up and correct the misunderstanding then.

Within an hour the commander was hauled out of his apartment and taken to a holding cell to sober up. The other drunken men were also rounded up and those who were idle were made to work. Adrian was impressed. Alexander called drill with the men who had willingly taken orders from him and Adrian. The commander saw it and was pleased. Thus Alexander was promoted while the other officers who were drunk had their stripes taken from them. The commander also lost his stripes and Captain Crool took charge of the fort. No one dared disobey him, for he ruled with an iron hand.




Ted loosened the mast supports and unclamped the base. Tom lifted it out with ease and laid it down the centre of the Dianna.

“I can't believe we've timed it so badly,” Tom muttered. “The tide could hardly be lower.”

“Are we waiting for high tide to bring her in?” Terry asked much less miserable.

“No,” Ted replied, quite out of character. Usually he'd have waited out in the sea until high tide but he'd brought them straight in to the natural harbour and prepared as though to land at the platform. “I'm not wasting a second. I don't want to let Simon out of my sight too long. If he gets bored he'll explore, whatever the agreement was. I'm sure of that.”

“Like us then,” Terry laughed. “Can't be trusted to obey orders unless we have some reason of our own.”

Ted laughed. He unbuckled his belt and dropped it on the smooth weathered boards in the stern of the Dianna.

“We don't have to swim Ted,” Tom pointed out. “We can use the navy life boat.”

“Good point,” Ted grinned and put his belt back on.

Five minutes later the life boat was lying at the top of the beach and Ted Tom and Terry were straightening in the cave.

“I'll check on Simon,” Ted informed them in a low voice. “You can go to Joe and Nathan. They can tell the village about the plan and see if anyone wants to come. Use the cave entrance. I don't want them knowing more than they do if it's possible.”

“Too right,” Tom muttered. “I'm surprised you agreed to let Simon map some of them. You know what happened last time you let someone know much about the tunnels, and that wasn't even mapping them. You should know better than anyone.”

“How could I forget it,” Ted said bitterly and as always a lump rose in his throat. He had been foolish to trust that man. Perhaps he was being foolish again. He reached through the hole and unlocked the door. “I'm guarding him,” he muttered. 'If it's possible, I don't want him out of my sight. “'ve not given his weapons back either and I don't intend to”'

“Even so,” Tom said as they went into the tunnels.

“I don't want to keep an innocent boy prisoner,” Ted snapped.

“He has fought you all the way. He refused to cooperate,” Tom justified. He didn't like holding people prisoner either, but sometimes it had to be done and he believed this to be one of those times. “But any way. What's done is done. You better get to him and make sure he's still there, as you said.”

Ted nodded and walked away down one of the tunnels while Tom and Terry took another. They didn't often strongly dispute about something and Ted hated it when they did. Tom always had well thought out arguments that persuaded Ted that he'd been wrong, but usually there was nothing he could do by that time.

Nathan and Joe were playing cards when Tom and Terry walked in, just as they usually did, without knocking. Joe was slightly startled and accidentally showed Nathan his hand. Nathan laughed and took the cards from Joe in order to shuffle and deal again.

After greeting, Tom asked if they'd like to go and tell the village of their plans. Nathan put down his cards and instantly agreed. He and Joe got up and put their boots back on before following the smugglers out to the cave.

“We'll wait for you here,” Tom said once they reached the beach. “Make sure you're back before eight or you'll be cut off by the tide.”

“Ok,” Nathan agreed. “When shall we tell them to be ready for if they want to come?”

“Tomorrow early evening I'd say,” Tom replied. They'd do it by night. That'd be safest.

Nathan nodded and led Joe towards archer's bay and the path to the top of the cliffs.

“We'll meet them in the village,” Tom called after them. Nathan nodded again.

In the village they were surprised to see no one at all. There were no sheep at the foot of the hill and no one drawing water from the well. Even the watcher was gone. They cautiously walked into the square and looked around. A sudden figure appeared at a window and then disappeared. There were people in the village, but no one outside of the houses.

“Let's try up at the castle,” Nathan suggested. There was usually someone there.'

They mounted the steep steppes and looked at the huge closed door. No one was in sight. Suddenly the door opened and Jude looked out with his axe in his hand.

“I thought it was you,” he said with a smile and lowered his axe. “Come on in.”

He closed and barred the door behind them.

“We've had a lot of soldiers round about and lots of displaced villagers have joined us. Some of them want to move on to places free of fighting and others want to weather it here where it's relatively safe.”

“Well perhaps what we've got to say will be of interest to some of you then,” Nathan smiled, relieved at an easy opening.

“Yes,” Jude said questioningly.

“We've organised it that anyone who would like to leave the country and start again in a new peaceful land can do so,” Nathan explained.

“You'll smuggle people out?” Jude asked in disbelief.

“That's the plan,” Nathan confirmed. “If any one's interested…”

“I'm pretty sure there will be some,” Jude interrupted.

“Well, they must be ready for tomorrow evening, early,” Nathan tried to continue with what he had been saying.

“How many?” Jude asked after a moment thought.

“Um ah err,” Nathan faltered. “I don't know. I'll have to find out and tell you.”

It was agreed. Jude called a meeting of all the villagers and Nathan spoke to them. Nearly everyone from the other villagers wanted to leave. Nathan promised to tell them as soon as possible numbers that could be taken at any one time and then they left and returned to the beach where Tom and Terry were waiting in the life boat just off shore. They pulled the boat back in and went back up to the cave together.



Simon was sitting on the shelf by the door looking intently at the flame of the lamp when Ted came in.

“What are you doing?” Ted asked puzzled at Simon's concentrated expression. He was completely focused on the flame.

“I'm remembering,” Simon murmured as he raised his eyes to look at Ted who stood just inside the door with one hand still resting on the round doorknob.

“Remembering what?” he queried still baffled.

“The tunnel from where you held me, to here and from the first little room, to the big one.” He was very calm and spoke evenly. “I know it well now I've thought about it a while. From here I'd turn right, strait over the crossroads  and take the fifth turn on the left then continue along that tunnel till I reach the junction where I take the…”

“Yes,” Ted interrupted trying not to feel anxious and certainly not to show it. “Do you memorise from just walking through a place?”

“If I want to,” Simon answered with a shrug. “I don't always, but when I do it never lets me down. That's why I was worried when the door I thought I'd come through was locked. I was certain that it was the way back but I didn't see how it could be locked.”

“So you knew you were trapped,” Ted checked now struggling to hide his anxiety.

Simon thought about it for a long time before answering slowly. “I don't think I ever really suspected that I was intentionally trapped, but I did wonder what had happened.”

“Could you recall the route you took when you entered the tunnels now?” Ted asked closing the door and leaning against it.

Simon simply nodded.

“If I get a slate,” Ted said thinking quickly, “could you draw it?”

Simon watched him for a long time before smiling slightly. “You're worried about what I know aren't you?” he said challengingly.

There was no point hiding it. Ted nodded. “I admit it,' he confessed quietly. 'I am worried. Will you be open enough to put me at ease?”

Simon considered for a moment and then nodded.

“I'll get a slate,” Ted said and slipped quickly from the room. “Wait here,” he ordered as he pulled the door shut.

Simon leant back. He wanted to go and explore, but he didn't want to openly oppose Ted. He didn't yet know a way out from here, although he could make a good guess.

Ted returned very soon with the slate and scribing tool which he handed to Simon. Simon looked first at the slate for a few minutes before putting the tool on to its surface and drawing in short accurate strokes. Ted patiently waited for five minutes. Then he waited not so patiently for another three. The next three minutes passed with irritating slowness. Eventually Ted tried to peep, but Simon turned the slate away.

“How close are you to finishing?” he asked trying not to sound impatient.

“Give me three minutes,” Simon said in a tone that indicated concentration.

Ted stood back and counted past three minutes. It was almost as though Simon too had been counting, for exactly three minutes later he handed the slate to Ted.

Ted looked at the detailed map in disbelief. Everything was on there. Every chamber and every cupboard. There were indications of tunnels he never explored and doors that were locked. There were rough symbols beside some sections of tunnel to show the gradient of the floor and some symbols that he knew meant that the roof was lower or higher than usual.

“It's only a sketch,” Simon explained quietly, “but it shows the main features.”

“It's very accurate,” Ted murmured. He was slightly alarmed at how accurately Simon memorised things. Suddenly he smiled as he saw a point at which Simon was not as accurate. “There is one bit wrong though.”

“At the junction I marked with an alpha,” Simon averred without hesitation.

Ted looked up at him surprised. “How did you know that?” he asked quietly.

“I got confused after I found the locked door,” Simon explained as he jumped down off the shelf. “I wasn't sure where everything was after that. I couldn't work out what had happened and I didn't clearly memorise things.”

“That would make sense,” Ted mused. He was rather impressed that Simon had only got two of the tunnels the wrong way round. “You'll be good at mapping,” he admitted reluctantly. He'd never thought that Simon would memorise the tunnels as well as map them. He could easily go where ever he wanted if he memorised things that easily. Tom's warning came back to him stronger than ever. He was sure that he'd made a bad decision now. He'd have to admit it to Tom and he didn't want to. He stood and looked intently at the map on the slate for a long time. Then quickly he wiped the slate clean and tucked it into his belt.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked changing the topic.

“No thanks, but I'd like a drink,” Simon said with a smile. He was pleased that Ted had wiped the slate. It meant that he couldn't show his friends. Simon was beginning to wonder if being less open would give him the advantage.

“I'll get some water,” Ted smiled. “Stay here.”

He left closing the door behind him and ran to put the slate away and fetch water from the well in the tunnels. He returned to find Simon studying the weave of an old woollen blanket. Simon drank the water gratefully as they sat on the bunk together.

“You said you'd like to duel me,” Ted said quietly as Simon put the jug of water on the shelf.

“Very much so,” Simon nodded.

“Why?” Ted asked, his grey eyes looking closely at Simon's face.

Simon smiled. “I always like to duel. One of my favourite things to do is to duel on a plank over water.”

“I used to do something similar with tom,” Ted admitted. “We used to duel on a narrow ledge when the tide was in. Mind, that's kind of, a lot more dangerous.”

“Why?” Simon asked intrigued.

“If you fall and land badly in the water, because it's not deep, you will get hurt on the cliffs,” Ted explained remembering the last time he slipped and fell. “I was hurt very badly once,” he said referring to that particular time. “I went unconscious in the water and Tom had to jump in and pull me out,” he said leaving out the moment he realised that he was going to get hurt before he hit the water.

“Does he always look out for you if you're the one to fall?” Simon asked.

“Oh yes,” Ted smiled. “We look out for each other, just in case something happens. I've never had to help him though, even when he does get hurt. He's very strong and could always get out safely. I couldn't always.”

“Why are you the leader if he's stronger than you?” Simon challenged.

“Because I'm older,” Ted said with a tone of finality. “I wouldn't tolerate my little brother being in charge.”

“He's your brother,” Simon checked with surprise. “He doesn't look much like you.”

“Yes,” Ted smiled. “He's my brother. In fact he's my twin, believe it or not. I'm only an hour and ten minutes older than him. But Terry's just a friend. His family have worked with mine for generations though.”

“And your family's been the undisputed owner of the tunnels for generations,” Simon said as a semi question.

“Not undisputed,” Ted answered slowly. “Particularly in my generation, until twelve or thirteen years ago there was fierce fighting over it.”

“What ended it?” Simon asked now very interested. He liked stories of fights.

Ted didn't answer at once and when he did it was quiet, but not in the same way. He seemed almost distant. “I was betrayed,” he said. “We took chase of the traitor and captured his boat, but he'd escaped. We didn't let any of his crew escape. We killed them all. Those who tried to swim away we shot. Since then we've not had any trouble, but we never caught the traitor or discovered what he did with…” he trailed off. “It doesn't matter.” He sighed after a moment. “We won, but we also lost.”

Simon slowly nodded. He now understood why Ted had said that no one wins. For him, no one had.

“Well,” Ted pulled himself away from his thoughts and back to the subject he'd tackled when he'd come in with the water. “If you're rested I was wondering if you'd like to duel now.”

“Sure,” Simon smiled. “Can I use my sword though?”

“Of course,” Ted laughed. He hadn't quite told Tom the truth about returning weapons and he certainly hadn't told him about the duel. Tom would certainly have disapproved. “I'll get your sword and show you to a fair-sized room where we can do it.”

Now that they weren't fighting for real, it was fun. Ted won as he'd known he would but it had been closer than he'd expected. If he used any clever move, Simon was sure to use the same move later in the duel. This made it difficult and Ted found that he had to make sure he knew a block for every move he used so that Simon couldn't win. He eventually disarmed Simon with a quick twist of his sword and pinned him against a wall.

“You're a better swordsman than I thought,” Simon observed when Ted sheathed his sword and picked up Simon's.

“Same to you,” Ted laughed. “I had to be careful what moves I used against you.”

“You use your feet a lot,” Simon observed. “That's not good if you're on a plank.”

Ted laughed. “I use different styles for different places and situations,” he explained. Simon nodded. He did the same. “Perhaps,” Ted continued thoughtfully. “I'm not promising anything, but perhaps some day I'll challenge you to a duel on the ledge.”

“I'd love that,” Simon grinned and followed Ted back to the room although he already knew the way.



Ted jumped down into the boat and took the rudder. About a dozen women and children clustered together with blind folds on. They had been lead blindfolded through the tunnels from a place near the village. The smugglers said that they'd take the blindfolds off when they were out at sea.

“Terry, take the tiller,” Ted said in a low voice and jumped over a small child to take the ore. They rowed close in to the beach before turning towards the rocks. In the shallows Nathan and Joe stood in their boat watching intently for the smugglers who were going to lead the way through the rocks. As the smuggler's boat turned Nathan sat down and seized one of their ores. Joe copied and they rowed steadily after the Dianna. Once they were passed the rocks the smugglers dropped back and drew alongside.

“You see where we are now?” Ted asked Nathan in a whisper. “Do you see how the lighthouse lines up with the watch tower in the harbour?”

“I think so,” Nathan said hesitantly after squinting into the dark.

“Well don't come closer to shore than that,” Ted told him. “We'll meet you here and guide you in.”

“Will I be able to see the lighthouse and Tower?”

“Oh come on!” Simon exclaimed from the stern. “Any one with eyes can see it.”

Ted gave a quelling look at Simon. “It'll be day, so I'm sure you'll see it with ease,” he reassured. “Don't worry.”

“Ok,” Nathan smiled with difficulty. He didn't like the idea of looking out for land marks he wasn't sure he could see.

“We'll see you tomorrow then,” Ted said and pulled on the ores. A few moments later both ships had their sails up and were turning towards their separate destinations. Nathan Joe and Simon were going for food at their own home. Ted and his company were taking the first of the eager villagers to a new place, free of war and rich in land, a place they could call home.

Ted took the tiller while Tom held the jib fast. Terry quickly took the blindfolds off the villagers and put them away. The villagers instantly started talking in quiet voices, gradually rising in volume as their confidence grew. The smugglers remained silent except to murmur a brief instruction or point out a significant landmark. They sailed as though the boat had no crew to call to one another or joke or laugh together. They landed with minimal speech in the early hours of the morning before dawn and showed the villagers up to the hill where Ted suggested they started their settlement. The women decided to search the land out and find out what was here. The children stayed together on the hill round a fire with a pot of food cooking for their breakfast. It was a gift of food from Nathan so that they had something when they arrived. The smugglers left almost immediately and rowed out to sea before raising their sail again and running back towards their home.

“That boy Simon thinks he's so clever,” Tom criticised as soon as they were safely on their way.

“The thing is,” Ted smiled. “He is clever. For whatever reason, he thinks he can do and say what he likes. He gets away with it because he is clever. Somehow I don't think he got it from Nathan though.”

“It's odd how some people can just get away with things, however obvious they make it,” Terry observed.

“Like us,” Ted laughed. “We even admitted that we were going to steal a boat and got away with it.”

“Yes,” Tom nodded slowly. “But are you just going to let Simon get away with everything?”

“I can't do anything Tom,” Ted pointed out with a sigh and altered the jib from starboard to port.

“You can show him who's in charge,” Tom said boldly. “If he comes back armed, as I think he will, you should disarm him and make it very clear that you don't want to see him with a weapon again. Make it clear that you're in control.”

Ted nodded. It wasn't an unreasonable precaution to take. It would keep Simon in his place, or it should.

“I must say that I was pleased that you blindfolded him when you brought him down to the beach,” Tom praised his brother, although without knowing Ted's reason for doing so.

“I did take what you said to heart tom,” he said quietly. “It's good advice. That's why I sent him with Nathan and didn't leave him in the tunnels. I doubt he'll tell them anything, but if he were alone in the tunnels…”

“I quite agree,” Tom smiled. “I just hope he doesn't tell anyone what he knows.”

“He won't do that,” Ted laughed. “He'd rather keep it secret so that he can have it for a base.”

“It sounds to me,” Terry offered his opinion, “rather too like last time. But it might be different.”

“If it's anything like last time it will be different,” Ted said almost in a whisper. “I can't lose the same thing twice.”

Tom turned the tiller and nodded. “Well,” he grunted. “Let's hope it's not like last time in the least.”



I remember the excitement among the new villagers. We still were set on fighting but they were overjoyed at the opportunity to get away. A safe way out. That's what Nathan and Joe were offering them and they seized it with both hands. When the number was known the men decided to get the women and children out first. Most of the mothers went with the young children. Their husbands decided to follow in the next boat load. I remember wondering what would happen if the boat lodes were split up. I felt anxiety about it, but they didn't. They just wanted a way out.

They were confident that they would prosper in the new land and repay the smugglers then. We realised pretty quickly that it was the old smugglers working with Nathan and Joe. We knew that Nathan and Joe wanted to help and we guessed that the others wanted a job. We couldn't pay them as it was then, but we agreed to pay them when we could.

I remember how busy the villagers were. They gathered all their belongings together and some of them gave their tools to the women in case they had to build accommodation when they got there. They all were looking forward to leaving. I can vaguely remember smiling and pointing them out to the soldier as they left. He didn't ask questions, but he stood beside me and watched them leave. There were many reasons why I smiled. Some were selfish, other not. Part of me was glad because they weren't in our village drinking our water and begging for our food, but part of me was simply glad that they would be happy. I was happy to stay and watch, sometimes alone and sometimes with the soldier. I spent quite a bit of time with him, keeping him company and watching with him. Sometimes he commented on what we saw and sometimes we watched in complete silence, but at least he wasn't alone. Nor was I.


Submitted: July 17, 2012

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Julie March

O to be a smuggler in this country! That may or may not be what you're going for, but nevertheless, that's what I get from this book. Really enjoying it, and I can't wait to finish it!

Tue, July 17th, 2012 6:26pm


Thank you. I'm glad to know what you are getting from it. I've been so involved in the storyline when writing and editing it that I can't always see what the reader would see.

Wed, July 18th, 2012 2:26am


I'm completely engrossed in the book, very worried for the clever Simon. Now in this chapter you expanded somewhat the territory leading the reader to another little harbour where smugglers have a friendly house (with a friend who has a butler and a ship Dianna!). And, yes, there is a land free of war for refugees to settle on.

There are some typing errors and there is something I need to say about them. I like making corrections, or better to say my fingers itch to make everything neat. But it's only me. If I don't make any, it means I couldn't find any. If some time in future I post something, I beg of you not to feel obligated to do the same for me. I know it's a nuisance.

You've changed the quotation marks here, but you missed to do it in the last sentence of the first paragraph. 'When are we going to get a decent rest?'
Quote "es," Tom laughed. (should it be "Yes," Tom laughed)
Quote "I suppose your right" (it should probably be "I suppose you're right")
Quote "building stile" (I suppose it's "building style")
Quote "After about an hour they found a long-shore current" ("along-shore current"?)
Quote "He invited them to rest and at around TEN..." ("...around ten...")
Quote: "I'm guarding him," he muttered. 'If it's possible, I don't want him out of my sight. '''ve not given his weapons back either and I don't intend to''' ("I'm guarding him," he muttered. "If it's possible, I don't want him out of my sight. I've not given his weapons back either and I don't intend to.")

Somewhere in the middle, when Simon and Ted talk about dueling quote: "I used to do something similar with tom," ("Tom" - capital letter)
Quote "I did take what you said to heart tom" ("... to heart Tom" - capital letter on Tom)

Quote: Nathan nodded and led Joe towards archer's bay... (Archer's Bay)
Quote: "Let's try up at the castle," Nathan suggested. There was usually someone there.' (just quotation marks: "There was usually someone there".)
Quote: There was no point hiding it. Ted nodded. "I admit it,' he confessed quietly. 'I am worried. Will you be open enough to put me at ease?" (quotation marks again: "I admit it," he confessed quietly. "I am worried.)

Fri, May 23rd, 2014 5:22pm


Thank you for eading and commenting. I'm not great atspotting errors, but when and if I do, I also like to point them out, to be helpful. Thank you for poiting them out for me. I have made the corrections on my computer. Your comments are much appreciated. I'm glad you are still enjoying this. I hope the new level of territory isn't too much, but I personally don't think it is. Thank you again.

Sat, May 24th, 2014 7:07am

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