A whited sepulcher is someone who seems good but is, in truth, evil. I wanted to soothe her, but her instruction seemed impossible to follow. The whited sepulcher was Mother's great worry. Mother bent so her face was level with mine. I would be glad to meet either one-if I had a quick means of escape.Īlbin said, "Remember, Elodie: If you have to speak to a dragon, call it IT, never him or her or he or she." Maybe ogres and dragons bothered you especially if you didn't bother them. "Elodie." I wondered if Father's adage was true. "Don't finish your elders' sentences, Lodie," Mother said. The castle that wasn't the king's belonged to an ogre. At least one of each lived in the town of Two Castles. He was the only one of us who'd ever been in the company of an ogre or a dragon. "-don't bother them," I said, glancing at Albin, who shrugged. "Don't befriend them! They won't bother you if you-" ," Father said, sounding nasal, "stay clear of the crafty dragons and the shape-shifting ogres." He took an uneven breath. "Elodie," she said, "don't correct your elders. The master of the cog called from the gangplank, "The tide won't wait." Albin stood to the side a few feet and blew his nose with a honk. Salt water to salt water, a drop of me in the brine that would separate me from home.įather's eyes were red. A tear slipped into the strait through a crack in the wooden dock. Mother wiped her eyes on her sleeve and held me tight.
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