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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Two sailors arrive in port with a curious letter that might lead to treasure. But can they dupe the beautiful young witch who is its rightful inheritor? Set in the same town as "The Flower of Clear Burning", this playful tale is a sea yarn on land.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005

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Words: 2933
Reading time: 8-11 min.
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The Buxom Bride had just put in that morning, and now its sailors were giving some brisk business to the taverns of Hillkirk. Sounds of merrymaking wafted from the doorways of the Mermaid, the Cap and Bells, and the Crown and Shield, and the afternoon sun glinted happily off the spilt beer in the streets. Sailors strolled arm-in-arm over the pavements, whistling at the girls and young wives with their market baskets, while the ship's underwriters stood in the middle of the square with the captain, shaking his hand and laughing with relief. A few blocks up the hill, in the vicinity of the Bark and Sail, it was quieter, and in fact there were only two representatives of the Bride present in that ancient pub. They were hunched in the corner opposite the limestone hearth, discussing something very earnestly in hushed whispers. They had the look of seafarers just in port--wild and childlike about the eyes, as if they'd just stumbled into a strange country called land. And something else as well--a sort of bottled up excitement and secret daring, reminiscent of thieves.

At length the older sailor, a white haired, salty fellow with bristling gray whiskers, sat back and sipped his rum. "Right then lad--so are we agreed?"

"Well, if you think it best, Jack. I don't fancy it meself, I don't," the other replied. He was a young man with fair hair, a cap set at a jaunty angle, and a slow but twinkling disposition. "I'm for going over the garden wall tonight."