One way to know for certain was to move closer, and he was tempted⌠but they had only recently reached the point where they weren't jumping down one another's throats at every opportunity. Surely, surely he shouldn't ruin that tenuous peace between them...Â
The angle of the center ship, unguided by a rudder, had been not exactly perpendicular to the shore, and now the water pressure was pushing, tilting, and coaxing it sideways, into the gap.
Living a quiet farming life would surely be better for his children than the pressures of both Rhone and Ceto looking at them like resources rather than as people.Â
The unofficial counsel made up of Haf, Cora, Caspian, Roland, Duncan, and, on occasion Mayra and Jimmy when their input was needed, worked on the problem of Edmar's plans.Â
Then again, after the war, the General had released the records of Ashmayne, great unsung hero of Klain. It buoyed the public's spirits to have the tale to discuss.
"No!" Mayra rushed towards him, laying her hand on his arm. "I mean, please, Commodore, Sir," She pulled back her hand with a grimace. "Please, if you'll stay calm for a moment, I'll explain everything. Only, I'm not sure Jimmy wants to talk to too many people just now."
"Ha! They wouldn't recognize my value if I hit them over the head with it." Edmar frowned. "Which, by the way⌠I wasn't overly fond of that particular strategy. People suspected it wasn't an accident. That nosy Ishmael was sure of it! He might've exposed me if I hadn't gotten the chance to shove him overboard during the storm."