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Chapter 22

           OnConchis’sleftsideweretwopuckeredscars.Theywerebothbackandfront,obviouslybulletwounds;andtherewasanotheroldwoundhighonhisrightarm.IguessedthattheycamefromtheexecutionduringthesecondWar.Sittingtheresteeringhelookedascetic,Ghandi-like;butasweapproachedPetrocaravi,hestoodupandsteeredthetillerexpertlyagainsthisdarkthigh.Yearsofsunlighthadtannedhimtothesamemahoganybrownastheislandfishermen.Therocksweregiganticbouldersofconglomerate,monstrousintheirbarrenstrangeness,muchlargernowwewereclosetothemthanIhadeverrealizedfromtheisland.Weanchoredaboutfiftyyardsaway.Hehandedmeamaskandsnorkel.AtthattimetheywereunobtainableinGreece,andIhadneverusedthembefore.Ifollowedtheslow,pausingthreshofhisfeetoverapetrifiedlandscapeofimmenseblocksofstone,amongwhichdriftedandhoveredshoalsoffish.Therewereflatfish,silvered,aldermanic;slim,dartingfish;Bosch-likefishthatpeeredfoullyoutofcrevices;minutepoisedfishofelectricblue,flutteringred-and-blackfish,slinkingazure-and-greenfish.Heshowedmeanunderwatergrotto,alight-shaftednaveofpaleblueshadows,wherethelargewrassefloatedasifinatrance.Onthefarsideoftheislettherocksplungedprecipitouslyawayintoamesmericblinddarkblue.Conchisraisedhisheadabovethesurface."Iamgoingbacktofetchtheboat.Stayhere."Iswamon.Ashoalofseveralhundredgolden-grayfishfollowedme.Iturned,theyturned.

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