‘Do you like her?’
‘The bear goes a walk,’ Mrs Simanyi said. ‘Would the little Annabel wish to see this?’ ‘I’m sure she would,’ Mary said. ‘Thank you. Where is it?’ She pointed and smiled. ‘On the deck. That...
Category: John Christopher
Next time she must speak
Carling clutched the rail in his agony, feeling the cold, wet metal sting his skin. Nothing made sense unless there was an answer, somewhere, somehow. She could not have left him like that without a...
Don’t be long away
‘I’ve been thinking,’ Carling said, ‘that I might give up the sea.’ She looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes half closed, as though he were a stranger whom she could not be sure of trusting....
A tip on form
‘How long have you been going through the passengers’ belongings?’ ‘I didn’t do that,’ Thorsen said quickly. ‘There was no need. She had left the passport on her bunk.’ Mouritzen was not sure whether he...
A big box, painted green
Annabel ran back to them. ‘Will there be any more horses?’ she asked. ‘No more.’ Mouritzen bent down to her. ‘But something else. Do you wish to see?’ She nodded, and he lifted her in...
To be shipped overseas
Mary said: ‘A life of hard work, and then to be shipped overseas to a foreign butcher. It doesn’t seem fair, does it?’ ‘I have thought that, too,’ he said. ‘But a farmer cannot be...
They are not young
‘Where are the horses going?’ she asked. ‘To Copenhagen?’ Mouritzen shook his head, grinning. ‘In Denmark, we do not eat horse.’ ‘Eat?’ She bit her lip and looked quickly at Annabel, who had turned from...
The stories the spirits tell him
‘You are a moralist, Niels. You should learn to judge no actions but your own.’ Mouritzen shrugged. ‘It’s not I who objects to Carling going ashore to listen to the stories the spirits tell him.’...
He gets worse
‘I don’t like it,’ Olsen said, ‘when a man of his type becomes mixed up in that kind of thing.’ ‘There are circumstances to explain it.’ ‘That does not interest me. And it was a...
Is it she that warns?
‘Great peril,’ she said, ‘– the wind like a thousand banshees, and the great green waves that would pull a man down into the deeps.’ ‘Is it she?’ Carling asked. There was sweat on his...