"Lory!" Rose came running into the home without knocking and found her cousin in the pantry. "They're in Staithes! They ran for Staithes! They're bringing back t' cobles by road!"

Rose's red hair was tied in two long braids. She was small for her age and the big woolen shawl that she had wrapped around her body to keep her warm against the icy wind only made her look smaller. She untied it and tossed it down on the table. She was hot now that she was inside, even though the cottage was poorly heated. She had come running as fast as she could to share the happy news.

She hadn't liked the way the wind had turned and the waves had been swept up against the piers and she had noticed how her mother and the other fisher women had seemed increasingly tense. When she had been released from her chores, she had gone to the piers and waited and waited, but she had been unable to see the cobles. She had whispered charms and prayers alike into the winds.

They had been answered. The men were safe.