A Sorcerer's Treason
Chapter One
Lighthouse Point, Sand Island, Wisconsin
At midnight between November first and November second of the
year 1899, Bridget Lederle's eyes snapped open of their own accord,
bringing her instantly awake. For a moment, she lay and listened to
the gale outside her window shaking the shutters and rattling the
frame in the sash. The faintest breath of the November wind crept
through the cracks, brushing past her cheek. The fixed beam from
the lighthouse shined steadily, warning anyone unlucky enough to be,
out on Lake Superior that they sailed near Sand Island's rocky shore.
There was a boat out there. That warning had not been sufficient
for some poor soul. Bridget's inner eye saw it clearly. It was a klinker-built
vessel with a single mast. The storm drove it toward the rocky
shelf that protruded into the lake under the lighthouse beam. The
single sailor aboard struggled helplessly with a sail in tatters and a
broken tiller. He seemed to be trying to reach her tiny jetty and boathouse,
but he wasn't going to make it.
Bridget saw it all, and her heart pounded hard at the sight.
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