of a lesser throne

she turned the questions in her eyes aside and stealing away in the quiet of the pine forest winters day the taste of wood smoke was tangible on the sharp cold air and his eyes hunted the ridge crest for sing of flames as they hurried their steps along the rough hewn track she carried the child whos silent contemplation showed his understandings of the gravity of this flight the bundle of possessions on his shoulder weighed upon his mind counselling himself not to regret casting it all aside should need arise the woman and child so fragile and dear to his heart mean so much more than mere trinkets of gold he would surrender without pause life and limb to spare them she was a smoky version of bobby dylan complete with winged snakes in each hand complete with a crown of jewels and the thousand words dance he was a seafaring man they reached the shore of the sea and found the wreckage of a sailing ship her fine line speaking clear of her swiftness and her appointments show without shyness that she was of the finest portugal shipyards they spent days making her seaworthy laying up in the harsh tropical sun neath the palm trees drinking rum from her stores they put to sea in the birth of the new year singing 'goodbye spanish ladies' the three of them on the skiff tacking up-channel trying to determine latitude by sighting but a fog rolls in off the coast of grande bahama as dawn breaks man woman and grown child the miles and the treasures cast aside each wore on open hearted face but neath the weary of sea miles was their joys in the true riches of eachothers soft hand entwined as they sailed into a golden dusk of a lesser throne a kingdom of the sea

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