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military assessment.
“How so, good sir? Tell us more.”
“Put a light in. It’d be a great aid to navigation. I’ve heard safe landings on this coast are a bugger to find in foul weather. You come in close hunting them, and pick up a reef instead. Ships’d find Port Lockry without having to risk coming inshore.” He could see the skippers nodding. “It’d bring ships here rather than to Narhoon River or Northaven. Besides,” he said with a sly wink to one of the merchants, “knowing the trawlers were coming in with full holds—before everyone else did—’ud make a hell of a difference to the price of cod, wouldn’t it?” There was general laughter and agreement.
Keilin slipped away, off down the streets and back to the house he’d left early that morning. Coming to a familiar turning he grimaced. This was where he’d worked out that he didn’t have his ankle pouch. Its familiar weight was there now, a little lighter without her bangle in it. He hadn’t had to ask for it. She’d thrust it at him, before