“His eyes on the open seas, Rodrigo snorted under his breath, then repeated in his native Galician the phrase the capelán had used in the morning’s prayer service. “Arise, O Lord, and vindicate thy cause. A grand and glorious motto for this misbegotten ‘Enterprise,’ is it not? To make a grasp for power into a holy crusade?” Tareixa’s only answer to his frustrated thoughts was to flick the water with her silver-black tail, splashing the salt spray against the side of the galleas. Rodrigo grin...ned for a moment, watching her sinuous form through the deck rails as she rolled and turned in the waves, enjoying the beauty of a clear sky after the recent days of storms. Her mood seemed playful, as though she was urging him to join her in the water. It was how they had met, when he was a young boy swimming in the ría, the deep ocean inlet near his home. She had come upon him and had swum with him, her giant body dwarfing his. As the years passed, she spent more and more time with him in the rías, away from the rest of her kind in the deeper ocean waters.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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