It was almost time.
“When the sun comes over the brow of Dawn, you follow the finger of light with your eyes and see what you can see.”
She gazed at the island. The brow of Dawn. That must be the rounded place that suggested a hill or maybe a smooth dome of rock.
The sun edged closer, and suddenly it was there, blazing into her eyes. Betony blinked back tears and hurriedly followed the line of light down into the water away to one side of Mermaid.