“No woman has ever crossed its threshold,” Bonney had said, and then he’d smirked. “Not even our mayoress.”

“Accomplished” and “Gentlemen” are important, but the true emphasis is on “TRUSTED.”

Thirty years before, according to Dr. Teach, Madame had propped the photograph of her dead husband, lit by two candles, up on his vault at Mariner’s Rest the day after his funeral. She then set her desk just inside the tomb’s open doors and conducted business there, flanked by two militia men, as prominent islanders lined up to learn whether or not they remained in favor with the Reckoners. Thus, La Reckoner had cast her husband’s shadow before her and reminded everyone of his will. 

“A man is but a candle-stick
A woman is the holder…”

“The Light in the Cove” is a ribald ballad in English about an old woman lusting after the ghost of a young man. Everyone on the island knows both the melody and the words, though few respectable women or wise children will admit to it.

It was originally a wistful native song called “Elaro.”

But that’s forgotten.

… Longstaffe was a rebellious young aristocrat or a conscience-stricken slaver or a pirate whose brutality and ruthlessness made Henry Morgan himself shake his head in appalled disapproval.

He was hanged for defiling a well or he was slain and eaten by the Tomami or he was slain and eaten by his shipwrecked mates because they were hungry or perhaps just because he was unpopular and they were trying to make a point. Or he became a hopeless drunk and was found dead from Paresis on the sands of Sanctuary Strand.

The only consistent part of his legend is his virility and his paramour, Deep Gertie.

“‘What is this Theodosia?’ demanded Gwennoelle.

‘Why, Madame,’ The man bowed to her slightly. ‘It is a little town on the east side of the island. Very pretty place, with its own market, and lovely cottages, newly built and ready for newcomers like you. It’s where many of our workers live.‘”

The Island Council is especially proud of the “workers’” cottages that cluster around plantations throughout Theodosia, freshly painted in red and white and each with their own small vegetable plot. This housing is prominently pictured and described in advertisements for plantation workers in ports like New Orleans, Naples, and Dublin, their sturdiness and comfort extolled, along with the availability of schooling for children.

The heat, the uncovered cisterns, Yellow Fever, and the houses’ actual tenants are not mentioned.

“Oh, aye, I see this one around sometimes. One of them Dudays. Things go missing when he turns up.”

Telesphore “Tel” Fortune Duday is not the eldest living Duday child. That would be Laurette, his sister who was born one hour before him in Fourche in 1873. He is, however, their eldest living son, and the one Maman considers the most promising. Her Telesphore is clever and energetic. She likes the way his eyes meet hers when she explains something to him. One can almost hear the ticking of his brain as he thinks. He plainly draws his own conclusions, but he is a wise son, and never contradicts or questions his mother. Once he is fledged and comes into his talent, who knows how far he will go?

Tel’s piercing, fiery-blue gaze will become legendary on the island, and his adult reputation as a sorcerer will surpass his mother’s, though he will be considered much more approachable and engaging than “herself.” He has a broad, humorous smile, and the knack of making the person speaking to him feel like the only person in his world at that moment.

Those who love him will call him “charming.” Those who don’t will call him “insidious.”