Peter dreams that night of fish. In his dream, the lake has risen to his house, so that he doesn’t have to choose between following and fishing: he is inviting the sick straight into the courtyard, seating them here and there while they wait for his Master; the lake must follow him because he feels a fish swimming right past his ankle, looks down in time to see the silvery fatness of it. Soon he notices another fish and another, until he is surrounded by fish, swimming as he’s never seen them before: not below him, but darting right in front of his face, or diving from above his head, or weaving from side to side as they swim in thick clusters around the perimeter of the courtyard. The clusters of fish grow thicker until wherever he walks, Peter can feel their bodies against his chest and brushing the palms of his hands and he knows his family will never go hungry with plenty such as this.
Book One, Chapter Five
Book One, Chapter Five
Book One, Chapter Five
Peter dreams that night of fish. In his dream, the lake has risen to his house, so that he doesn’t have to choose between following and fishing: he is inviting the sick straight into the courtyard, seating them here and there while they wait for his Master; the lake must follow him because he feels a fish swimming right past his ankle, looks down in time to see the silvery fatness of it. Soon he notices another fish and another, until he is surrounded by fish, swimming as he’s never seen them before: not below him, but darting right in front of his face, or diving from above his head, or weaving from side to side as they swim in thick clusters around the perimeter of the courtyard. The clusters of fish grow thicker until wherever he walks, Peter can feel their bodies against his chest and brushing the palms of his hands and he knows his family will never go hungry with plenty such as this.