Shakespeare's Dark Lady
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Ariel's Song
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2
William Shakespeare



Moonlight covered Amelia's face. Her eyes glazed over as she hugged William against her inside her shawl. On the seat of the rowboat lay her father's urn. Beyond the bluff the lights of Nantucket danced along the shore as far as the clapboard mansion where Amelia's Uncle David sat on the porch in a swing chair, Falstaff napping at his feet. Daniel leaned out of a nearby window and summoned him cheerily to the telephone. The elderly man replied with a wave that said he was coming.

The boat rocked gently on the eddies of the flood tide. In the last half-hour a breeze had sprung up from the northwest, scattering the sea mist Through the shadows a boat passed off to starboard, making for harbor.

She raised the silver Tau to her lips.

Holding William to her with one arm, she reached down and replaced the cross. Held the bronze lid back on, lifted the urn with her hand, and slid it gently into the sea.

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