"We are headed to the island of Rona," Bradan said. "Do you know what that name means?"
Melcorka shook her head. "It is just a name to me."
"It means Seal Island." He took his seat at the oars and tried a tentative pull that sent Catriona surging eastward.
Catriona"That sounds promising." Melcorka sat back at the tiller and gestured to the sea around them, where scores of seals surrounded them. "We have an escort."
"We won"t get lost then." Bradan glanced upward. "The sooner we get there the better, I think. Hoist the sail, Mel, there is plenty of wind."
"Mel?" Melcorka smiled at him.
With the sail bellying before a westerly breeze and Bradan pulling at the oars, Catriona made good time across the miles of surging ocean. Rona was larger than Sula Sgeir; a humped green island with a d
