When we have learnt to call storms, storms, and death, death, and birth, birth, when we have mastered the sailor’s horn-book and Mr Piddington’s law of cyclones, Ellis’s anatomy and Lewer’s midwifery, we have already...

The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house was empty. Then the moon came across the sea and across the reef. She lit...