turn their faces away from me.
Later that day he started to prepare for his departure. He talked to her, convinced her that she would not have long to wait. He would soon be leaving, but he would soon be back.
They continued fishing together, sleeping together, and he tried to look her in the eye all the time.
After a week he was convinced. She believed he would be coming back.
He could leave the island.
CHAPTER 143
It was 7 June, at the crack of dawn.
They were sailing northwards, with Harstena and the seal rocks to starboard, and were making good progress towards the skerries where they would turn westward towards the Slätbaken approach. He was sitting by the mast, in charge of the sail. They did not speak much, nor did they pass any other boats.
Late in the afternoon the wind died down. They found themselves drifting and they still had not reached the Slätbaken approach. They could see a warship passing by on the horizon, and shortly afterwards another one. He could see through the telescope that they were gunboats, but they were too far away to be identified. They steered to the nearest skerry, beached the dinghy, lit a fire and ate the potatoes and cold fish she had brought with her in a basket. She also had a jug of water.
The summer's night was light. A few stars twinkled in the sky. Despite everything he felt quite close to the woman he would soon abandon. She was by his side, despite his efforts to build a wall of inaccessibility around himself.
She had lain down, using the basket lid as a pillow.
'Is it true?' she asked suddenly. 'The stars, the winter darkness and the light summer nights – is it true that they will never end? Or will they cease to exist? You must know, because you can measure depths and see distances that nobody else can see.'
'Nobody can know that,' he said. 'You can only believe.'
'What do you believe?'
'That you can go mad if you look too far out into space.'
She thought over his reply.
'My husband,' she said eventually. 'He used to dream about that. He would get restless when it started getting dark in the autumn. Strangely scared. He had to go outside at night, I had to go out with him and hold him tight. He could never explain it. He started to stammer as autumn set in. He never stammered at other times, but then, as it grew dark and the eels started to run, he would stare up at the stars and begin to stammer. He could not understand it, he said. It was beyond comprehension. There was a sailor on Haskö who got drunk and claimed that nothing came to an end, not the sky, not the stars, nothing. Everything just kept on going for ever.'
'Nobody can know that,' he said again. 'You are alone with the stars even if you see them together with somebody else.'
'Can you see your daughter up there? And your wife?'
'I can see them. But I don't want to talk about them.'
She said no more. Soon it will all be over, he thought.
The fire died out.
* * *
At daybreak they continued towards Slätbaken and the approach to the Göta Canal. They had a following wind, sailed through the sound at Stegeborg and had fresh winds when they came to Slätbaken itself.
Small boats were queuing up at the first set of locks at the entrance to the canal. They headed for the mouth of the river and rowed to the quays in the centre of Söderköping.
Their leave-taking was perfunctory. Her last impression had to be that he was telling the truth, that he really would complete his mission and hand the results over to his superiors in Stockholm. Then he would return to fetch her from Halsskär.
They moored at the quay next to the Brunns Hotel. It was low water. He clambered on to the quay. She stayed in the boat.
'Go home now,' he said. 'Sail carefully. I'll soon be there.'
He waved to her. She waved back and smiled.
He hoped she believed him. To be on the safe side he did not turn round.
CHAPTER 144
Two days later Tobiasson-Svartman was back in Stockholm. He went straight home from the station.
Kristina Tacker was surprised but delighted to see him. On the hall table was a message from Skeppsholmen, requesting him to report as soon as possible.
It was drizzling the following morning. As he crossed the bridge to Skeppsholmen he noticed a familiar face.