![]() ![]() Fat raindrops hit the dark glass of the river’s skin, each leaving a coin-shaped dent with a crinkled edge. Houses fled away giddily to the left, only to reappear from the right, and the moon circled above Mosca’s head like a moth. ![]() He paused by the bank to scrabble up some slick, fist-sized stones with his plump fingers, and then he heaved on the oars again, and the bank swung away and abandoned them.įor a while the river’s current rolled the little boat about, the way a child rolls a marble between his hands. He took up the oars and steered the boat carefully along the wall, dipping the oars silently and drawing slowly. Our lives depend upon your perspicacity.’ Clent climbed down into the boat, the creeper crackling under his weight. Mosca sank to a crouch to stop herself falling overboard as the boat bucked, and watched as one of Partridge’s boots floated away down the river, filling with water as it went. Mosca tried to slow Partridge’s descent, but her hands seemed able to grip only feebly, and in the end the dead man fell into the boat with a crash and a splash. Then Clent could be seen with his arms around the river captain’s waist, heaving him through the hole. A moment later, Partridge’s dead face appeared through the window, framed by the ivy. ![]() Saracen stared up from the boat as Mosca climbed down from the sill, and he offered no comment. ![]()
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