hard as they could. Edward was working harder than he had on the St. George, but exhaustion fell away. He laughed as he worked his oar and shouted out the stroke to the others in the boat. And he heard other laughs float across the green sea. The men racing to be first ashore werenât racing because they had to but because they wanted to, and it made all the difference in the world.
Sand and mud grated under the boatâs keel. Edward sprang out into ankle-deep water. âMine!â he shouted, throwing his arms wide. âMine!â
He thought he was the first man on the beach. If he was, though, he wasnât by much. Other skippers and fishermen stepped out onto the shores of Atlantis. Little gray and brown shorebirds skittered along at the edge of the advancing and retreating waves, pausing now and again to peck at something or other. They left their tiny hentracks behind to be washed away by the next incoming surge.
Richard set a hand on his fatherâs shoulder. âWeâre here again,â he said.
âWe are. By God, we are,â Edward Radcliffe agreed. âWeâre here again, and this time weâre not going to leave.â
âWhatâs that?â said one of the fishermen whoâd rowed the boat ashore. âWe arenât going back to the St. George ?â
Edward laughed. âWeâll go back, Alf. But weâll go back to get what we need to set up a new town here. It may be a while before we go back to England.â I wonder if Iâll ever go back. I wonder if Iâll want to, he thought, and then, I suppose Iâll have to, one of these days. Itâs not the same as wanting to.
Alf nodded; he might not be bright, but he was willing. âWell, thatâs all right, then,â he said. âThatâs what I came for, that is.â
The biggest adventure was getting the horses and cattle off the cogs and onto the land ahead. Some skippers solved it with brutal simplicity by pushing the animals over the side and making them swim. Others ran their lightly laden cogs aground at low tide and lowered gangplanks so the beasts could descend. When the water rose, it lifted the fishing boats and let the skippers move them out to sea again.
âWhere are these honkers you kept telling me about?â Nell demanded as soon as she came ashore. She bent to wring out the dripping hem of her skirt, giving Edward a glimpse of a still-shapely ankle.
âWell, I donât know just where they are,â he admitted. âI expect weâll see them sooner or later, thoughâsooner, unless I miss my guess. We saw a good many when we were here before.â Remembering what else theyâd seen before, he raised his voice to a carrying shout: âWatch the sky! The eagles here are huge, and they have no fear of menâthey think weâre prey.â
Those little shorebirds had darted betweenâsometimes even overâmenâs feet, too. In England or France, they would have kept their distance. It seemed theyâd never met men before, and didnât know such creatures were dangerous.
And that was only a tiny strangeness among so many larger ones. The plants were the same curious mixture of conifers, ferns, and those barrel-trunked plants with the leaves that shot up from the top of the barrel. The honkersâeven if absent at the momentâwere like nothing Edward or anyone else had seen before. And the red-breasted thrushes acted like blackbirds but looked more like oversized robins. And all this within an hourâs walk of the shore!âfor no one, yet, had dared venture farther inland.
Some of the first things the newcomers made were salt pans at the edge of the ocean, to trap the seawater and let it evaporate, leaving salt behind. What they got would not be anywhere near so fine as the pure white flower of salt bought in Le Croisic. Right this minute, though, Edward worried more about quantity than quality. He wanted to
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