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No
answer. Jayne strode to the gum-line, knelt by the eave of the
tongue and lifted it up by the edge. Through the near black shadows
underneath he could just make out the child`s daffodil-yellow body,
shuffling further from him.
"Sssh,"
said Jayne, squatting in place, showing his empty open hands.
"Look. I won`t hurt you. See."
The
child stared out at him.
"Can
you speak?" asked Jayne.
The
child only stared.
"Maybe
not," said Jayne. "Can you understand me?"
The
child stared.
Jayne
smiled at him. Then he stood, let the fat tongue fold softly back
down over the child`s quivering body. He looked round the dim-lit
mouth for a moment, down at the compass in his hand. Then he turned
and walked back under the baleen, down the throat-way to the splash-pool
stomach, and out of the whale.
The
fresh sea air blasted him to shivers immediately. The whale had
been warm. He had to blink as his eyes watered, adjusting to the
mid-day spring sun. Then Elspeth was at his side and asking him
quietly, "Well?"
Jayne
stepped down from the gash and slicked whale-fat off his hands and arms.
"It`s a child," he said. Across the tide-line the boilers
were rousting up two fire pits in the sand, scouting for tinder, and
hoisting up the two black-iron cauldrons on their rimey black tripod
legs.
"A
child?" asked Elspeth. "There really is some folk in
there?"
Jayne
nodded. "A boy, I think, bright yellow from the whale's stomach
juices. Must`ve been from a wrecking, see this?" he said,
showing her the rusty compass. "And sail cloth torn and sailor-knotted
for a hammock in the baleen. Whale must`ve scooped him off the
seafoam after she sank, probably on the Dartmaeus shipping lane to have
drifted this close to the city."
"Cavorta's
breath," cursed Elspeth, hand over her mouth. "How long`s
he been in there?"
"I
don`t know," said Jayne. "But a while, to be colored
so. And he`s terrified."
"No
wonder," said Elspeth. "Poor thing. Just a child?"
"Aye,"
said Jayne.
"Then
I`ll go," said Elspeth, starting for the side-slit immediately.
"I`ll go talk to him."
Jayne
shook his head, stood before the slit.
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