She didn't look at him; she looked past him, half closing her eyes as if basking in the sunlight. She was really trying to cut him from her vision altogether, the better to scry into the future he was pulling them towards. This had been his idea, his romantic idea: "Let's hire one of those rowing boats and take it down the river."

The top of his head dipped in and out of her frame of vision as he pulled them through the water.

"Tell me if I'm going to hit anything," he panted. "I can't see where I'm going."

"There's my answer", she thought. "He can't see where he's going. So why am I going with him?"


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