CHAPTER 41

They reached the sea under cover of darkness,
warned of its arrival by the briny scent that
crept into the cave, then the rougher waters
that pushed past, and then finally the roar of
the surf.
Maeve’s eyes might have been everywhere,
but they weren’t fixed on the cave mouth that
opened onto a cove along Wendlyn’s western
shore. Nor were they on that cove when the
boat landed on its sandy beach, then vanished
back into the caves before anyone could so
much as attempt to thank the creatures who
had hauled them without rest.