The Governor of the Island – Part 2: Low Tide

The cliff cell was a narrow stone chamber hollowed from the seaward wall, with a bunk, a grey blanket, an iron ring bolted to the stone and a slit of window through which the whole wild sea could be heard. The door was heavy, black oak banded with iron. She closed it behind him and he heard the key turn, a dramatic, theatrical sound, and then he put out his hand and found the little brass lever on his side and closed his fingers round it, and the world became very simple.

"Convict," said her voice, through the grille.

"Governor."

"Stand at the door."

He stood at the door. She came back at the turn of each watch with the lantern, and inspected him, and the cell, and found both wanting. She delivered the list of his crimes in a flat, cold, absorbing murmur, each one absurd and each one received with total gravity. She made him recite the Island Code until the words ran smooth as pebbles. She made him kneel on the stone, silent, hands on his knees, while she stood in the doorway with the storm roaring behind her and said nothing at all. She corrected him with a gloved finger under his chin and a quiet, level no. It was strict, ceremonial and intimate, and the sea thundered below.

Every watch: "Does the convict wish to continue?" "I do, Governor." "Say it plainly." "I do. Thank you."

"The Governor does not require thanks." But her voice was soft.

Past two, the storm began to blow itself out. The rain slackened. The lantern burned low.

"Tide," said Magdalene.

She said it for them both. The greatcoat came off and was laid over the iron ring. The gloves came off, finger by finger. She opened the cell door wide, came in and sat on the bunk beside him in her old jumper, and pulled the grey blanket round their shoulders.

"How are you?"

"Sentenced," said Cassian, with a long, shaking, happy sigh. "Served. I think."

"You were a magnificent convict." She kissed his forehead. "The best I've ever transported."

"Is there a pardon?"

"Conditional." She smiled in the lantern light. "You will be required to return. The island holds court every autumn."

"I'll reserve my cell," said Cassian.

"You will reserve your number," said Magdalene, "and the Governor will see to the rest."

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