"Never yet," I say, and then "Oh no," because it's sliding along and away through the water like beads running over silk, smooth as oil and bearings. "And maybe not again, I don't know." I can see a woman getting out of the water with the cloudy light gone all bright in her hand...

I have to see that, I must see that. "Come on (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405311.html?thread=10294591#t10294591)," I say, and the coracle's running in across the waves.