Chapter sixteen
HomecomingThe water felt like a brick wall.
Spread-eagled, cartwheeling, I crashed into that brick wall and burst through it with all the breath knocked out of me. Water buried me.
To struggle back to the surface and to gulp air... To struggle, never to give in, to go on fighting and clawing even as they shovel the grave sods over your face. That is the way of Dray Prescot, and often and often I wonder just how far it has got him. As the sea smashed into me and water clogged my nostrils I gave a few erratic strokes with my legs, turning and twisting upright, forcing myself to rise. Up. Up I went and my head broke the silver sky and the Suns of Scorpio blazed in my face.
Light blinded me. Shimmer of wavetops, spray cutting across, all a liquid movement of colors and radi
