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Updated: June 16, 2025
It was some consolation to learn that they also missed him. "Everything's different," grumbled Bernel, one day when they met. "Tom and his wife quarrel so that we can hear them through the walls. And Grannie sits by the hour without opening her mouth. And mother and Nance are as quiet as if they were going to be sick. And I'm getting green-mouldy.
But we know you couldn't have." "Nothing fresh has turned up?" "Nothing yet. But Nance says it will, sure. Truth must out, she says." "It's a weary while of coming out sometimes, Bernel. And I can't spend the rest of my life here, you know." "She said you were to keep your heart up. You never know what may happen." "Tell her I can stand it because of all her goodness to me.
Hamon sat quietly aloof, as she always did when Tom and his father got to words, and Bernel made play with his supper, as though such matters were of too common occurrence to call for any special attention on his part. Then Nance's face framed in a black sun-bonnet gleamed in at the outer door.
When not at work, he was thrown much upon himself, and if in his rambles he chanced upon Bernel Hamon it was a treat, and if, as happened all too seldom, upon Nance as well, an enjoyment beyond words.
It might have drowned you. And I have eggs puffins' " "Ach!" "They are better than nothing, and I beat them up with cognac. But are you safe in the Race, Nance dear, even with those things?" "You cannot sink. If Bernel had only taken them! But he laughed at them, and now " He kissed her sobs away, but was full of anxiety at thought of her in the rushing darkness of the Race.
"Dieu merci!" said Bernel, and pulled lustily out to sea. The swirl of the tide caught them as they cleared Brenière Point, and Gard crawled forward to take an oar. Nance did the same, and so set Bernel free to scull and steer, the arrangement which dire experience has taught the Sark men as best adapted to their rock-strewn waters and racing currents.
"I've been in many a storm but I never felt wind like that before," said Gard, as soon as his breath came back. "If you'd stopped with me you'd have been all right," said Bernel. "There was no need for you to go after Nance. We've been through that lots of times, haven't we, Nance?" "Lots."
And he sat there so long so long after his hopes and wishes had flown over to Sark and hurried Bernel and Nance into a boat and landed them on L'Etat that the night seemed running out, and he began to fear they were not coming, after all. In the troubled darkness of the Race, he caught gleams at times which might be oar-blades or might be only the upfling from the perils below.
His lack of training and limited powers of expression did not indeed permit him any distinct reasoning on the matter, but the feeling was there a dull resentment which found its only vent and satisfaction in stolid rudeness to his stepmother and the persecution of Nance and Bernel whenever occasion offered. The household was not therefore on too happy a footing.
At times he felt like a condemned criminal, yet knew that he had done no wrong, and that it was only the mistaken justice of a simple people that wanted blood for blood, and was not over-heedful as to whose blood so long as its own sense of justice was satisfied. But, he kept saying to himself, things might have been worse with him, very much worse, but for Nance and Bernel.
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