Wheeling Gull Isle nauyak-agaayulik

the boy was religious.

or had been, or knew of it. these things did not matter. curiosity would always be enough for bartholomew to divulge.

but he had grown used to gentle guiding, no longer immediately smiting those who might not follow.

blessed day, mo — and only one. he confessed with a warm smile. have you heard of God?

he had long since grown used to the negative answers.