He takes her hand and holds it in his as he leads her through the gate that looks out to the east, over the sea. A white stone quay stretches out into the water, and at the end, the Treader floats, looking as bright and beautiful as the day they first set sail for the edge of the world.
He can't help himself. Drawn by the sound of wavelets on wood and stone, by the fresh scent of salt on the breeze, by the familiarity of the ship ahead, he laughs and breaks into a run, bringing Susan along with him.
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He takes her hand and holds it in his as he leads her through the gate that looks out to the east, over the sea. A white stone quay stretches out into the water, and at the end, the Treader floats, looking as bright and beautiful as the day they first set sail for the edge of the world.
He can't help himself. Drawn by the sound of wavelets on wood and stone, by the fresh scent of salt on the breeze, by the familiarity of the ship ahead, he laughs and breaks into a run, bringing Susan along with him.