STO'B 4-15 Dr M'Mullen

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He began to swim awkwardly toward the mole, pushing the crate before him with two hands, ducking as low into the water as possible as bullets and cannonballs continued to fly about him. The cat supervised haughtily, then turned about and leapt onto the mole as soon as it was close enough.

Abandoning the crate, Patrick swam over to the stairs, scrambling up them to find the cat sitting at the top, grooming itself beside a rusted bollard. “This is absurd,” Patrick muttered as a half-spent cannonball smacked into the stonework below him. A cluster of dilapidated stone buildings offered shelter along the land side of the mole; Patrick ran for the nearest one, scurrying in behind its far side and sitting down with his back against its wall. Eventually the firing would stop. Then he could see who won, rejoining Philip or melting into the countryside as appropriate.

For the meantime he felt his pockets for his rosary. It wasn’t there. A handful of pebbles made an unequal substitute.

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