‘You supercilious witch, how do you not know they will not go to the authorities when they reach land.’
‘They do not belong on this ship. You and I both know that, and I didn’t want you to blame their faith for what is following this ship. There is a dark cloud, which has only got bigger. It follows you still.
‘It is your doing witch – you bring bad luck.’
‘I bring memories you are scared of – I do not know why.’
‘False memories,’ he says, moving closer. ‘Memories you planted, and I want to know why.’
If only I could prove I knew him once. If I could call him by name, perhaps he might trust me. I close my eyes, as he reaches for his sabre. ‘Mother, please, what is his name?’
‘Any last words witch,’ he says.
‘Harry, please, do not hurt me.’
He steps back, and drops his sword. ‘Beth . . .’
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