Mable was quiet for a moment, as if considering that question, whether or not to answer it.

She knew she shouldn't.  But she was so angry, and so sad, and so far from her home.

"His name was October," she said, so quiet that the waves would have drowned it out if Francis had not been so close to her.  "But he was always called Toby.  He changed it 'cause..."

What had he told her again, all those months ago?

"Because he thought we were in danger.  That some debtors would try and track us down, make us pay up since - since our father passed.  That's why we came to England.  But I don't think all that's true."

Her hand lifted out of the water and dances across its surface, causing ripples in the waves.

"Did you get him drunk last night?"