In a kingdom that never existed, behind walls that looked as though they had been built to keep out both armies and salespeople, a young ambassador arrived carrying a sealed letter. He had traveled for six days. Two horses had gone lame. One wheel had broken. Rain had turned the northern road into mud. And now, finally, the towers of the king's palace stood above him. The ambassador smiled. He had made it. Or so he thought. The first guard barely looked at him. "State your bu

The Captain had made the crossing enough times to stop fearing the sea in the ordinary way. He knew the route well enough to speak of it with confidence and just poorly enough to still be surprised by it. By late afternoon, the North Atlantic had begun its quiet mutiny. The pressure fell first. Then the gulls, which had spent the morning following the ship like creditors, vanished into the gray. The crew said little, but every man aboard could feel the change in the water.