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Victoria "Smokey" Simmons stands silently on deck as her father's body is lowered into the Atlantic, asking God for the strength she will need to command the Aramis alone. Not wanting to remain at sea forever, Smokey dreams of the time when she can trade her life aboard ship for a home and family. When she meets another captain, Dallas Knight, Smokey believes her dream will finally come true. But circumstances beyond their control and the schemes of a cunning pirate threaten to destroy this young couple's hope for the future. Wings of the Morning carries readers on a tender journey of love in which painful events become lasting blessings in the Father's care.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	01 janvier 2004
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736931922
Langue	English

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Wings of the Morning
Lori Wick

HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
All Scripture quotations in this book are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
Cover by Dugan Design Group, Bloomington, Minnesota

WINGS OF THE MORNING Copyright 1994 by Lori Wick Published 2010 by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402 www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Wick, Lori.
Wings of the morning/Lori Wick.
p.cm.-(The Kensington chronicles)
ISBN 978-0-7369-1321-8
1. Man-woman relationships-Maine-Fiction. 2. Women merchant seamen-Maine-Fiction.
3. Ship captains-Maine-Fiction. I.Title. II.Series: Wick, Lori. Kensington chronicles.
PS3573.I237W56199493-23531
813 FT.54-dc20CIP
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, digital, photocopy, recording, or any other-except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.
Printed in the United States of America
09 10 11 12 13 14 15 / RDM-SKNI / 16 15 14 13 12 11 10
For my brothers- and sisters-in-law: Jeff and Ann Wick, Darrell and Jane Kolstad, Chris and Margaret Arenas, and John and Cheryl Wick. You fill a place in my heart and life that no one else could fill. God bless you all.
Contents
The Kensington Chronicles
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Epilogue
Books by Lori Wick
The Kensington Chronicles
D URING THE NINETEENTH CENTURY , the palace at Kensington represented the noble heritage of Britain s young queen and the simple elegance of a never-to-be-forgotten era. The Victorian Age was the pinnacle of England s dreams, a time of sweeping adventure and gentle love. It is during this time, when hope was bright with promise, that this series is set.
Prologue
M AINE C OASTLINE 1828
T HE TWO LITTLE BOYS RAN up the sandy beach, fiercely brandishing their sticks as swords. As the older boy at the rear drew close, the smaller boy dashed up into the rocks to escape. He turned and shouted to his brother from his lofty position.
It s my turn to be Clancy for a while. You can be the pirate.
No, I m bigger, and that makes me a better Clancy.
But you re always Clancy, the younger boy complained.
That s because he always wins, his brother told him logically.
The younger boy flopped down on the rock, his sword lying forgotten at his side. His brother climbed up to join him, their gazes stretching out over the Atlantic Ocean.
Do you suppose Clancy really did all those things we hear about, the races and stashing the ship s hold with gold and jewels?
Of course, the older boy spoke with assurance, although he had no proof. He was the best sailor in all the world.
His ship, the younger lad had caught the fever now. Please tell me about his ship.
The older boy s chest swelled. None faster in all the Atlantic. Why, his ship was the fastest ship in all the world.
The younger boy let out a gusty sigh, as his gaze went to the sea once again.
Do you suppose he s still alive?
Alive? Don t be ridiculous, his brother scoffed. Why, he d probably be over a hundred years old if he were alive today!
The younger boy looked so crestfallen, the older boy took pity on him.
It doesn t matter. We know he was the greatest sailor to ever live. It s enough to know that he was born and raised in Maine and that there will never be another Clancy

What s this, Papa? the tiny moppet in the tub asked her attentive father.
He tickled her tummy before answering. Why, that s your navel,Smokey.
The small three-year-old giggled and stood, dripping wet, to leave the tub. Her father, Clancy Simmons, was waiting with a piece of toweling. He wrapped her snugly and took the chair by the stove in his cabin, placing Smokey in his lap to keep her warm.
I have five toes, Papa, she told him proudly, as she examined the foot that protruded from the edge of the towel.
You forgot a foot, Clancy told her. You have ten toes.
Do you have ten toes? Smokey wanted to know. Her huge, smokey gray eyes stared with rapt attention into his bearded face.
Indeed, I do. It s how God made all of us.
They chatted away, and within minutes Smokey was in her nightgown and back in her father s lap. The warmth of the stove and the gentle rocking of the ship lulled her to sleep just moments later. Clancy was standing over her bunk, watching her still form, when his first mate, Darsey, joined him.
Darsey stood quietly watching the bent, graying head of his captain and wondered at his thoughts.
It s hard to believe she ll be four this summer, Clancy spoke softly.
Aye, Captain, Darsey agreed. My sister says they grow up before your eyes, but that it happens so fast you still feel as though it s been a magician s trick.
Vicky would have loved her to distraction, Clancy went on softly. His mate had no reply.
Well, now, Clancy spoke bracingly after a short pause, obviously needing to pull his mind away from painful times. Here I am getting all soppy and putting Smokey in a wedding dress when she s barely out of wet drawers. I ve got my God, my ship, my men, and years to enjoy my daughter. I would ask for nothing more

I m not asking you, Smokey; I m telling you. Mr. Tucker is joining us this voyage, and you are going to study with him.
I don t need this Mr. Tucker. I like studying with Darsey. Her small arms were folded across her thin chest, and her small chin was tilted aggressively.
You re eight years old, Smokey- Clancy s voice was gentle, long past the time you should know how to read and cipher. You ve got Darsey wrapped around your finger, and whenever you don t feel the need to study, you talk your way out of it. It will be different with Mr. Tucker.
Smokey made no reply, and Clancy sternly held her eyes with his own. He expected her to yield at any time and admit that she needed training, but if anything her chin rose yet again, and Clancy knew that stern measures were needed.
You ll not set foot in the galley, climb on the rigging, or spend more than two hours on deck each day until you can read two pages to me from a book.
All arrogance deserted Smokey, and her small shoulders drooped. Darsey had joined them to speak to the captain, but stayed silent when he heard Clancy s ultimatum.
Do you mean that? Smokey asked, her voice small.
I m afraid I do, Clancy s voice was kind. Your schooling is important, and I love you too much to ignore it.
All right, Smokey spoke after just a moment, her chin tilted once again, this time with determination. I ll study with Mr. Tucker. I ll learn to read and write and do my numbers. You just see if I don t!
Both men watched her walk away, one with admiration and one consumed with worry.
Doesn t it bother you, Captain, Darsey asked, that with Smokey you don t take her toys away, but instead forbid her to climb in the rigging?
Clancy laughed and clapped the younger man on the back. Darsey, you re a young man, much too young to be such a worrier. She s never cared for dolls. And as you can see, my words did the trick. She ll learn to read, and that s what I wanted.
Clancy, well satisfied with the passage of events, went on his way. Darsey, wanting to trust his legendary captain, continued with his work

You re Clancy, Smokey said to her father in a mixture of awe and chagrin. The Clancy.
Clancy, knowing this would happen someday, sighed deeply and waited for her to go on.
I ve been reading this old journal, the one I picked up in the bookstand while we were in port. People think you re a legend.
Clancy reached for the contents of his daughter s hands and quietly studied the pages.
Smokey, he began after a moment of silence, hoping none of his men would need him just now, people love to create heroes and worship the legends of their own imaginations. They also love to exaggerate, he added softly.
What do you mean? Smokey s sweet, ten-year-old face studied her father intently.
I mean that the escapades I ve pulled have been stretched until they are of monumental proportions. Why, to do all of the things they claim Clancy has done, I d have to be 200 years old.
But you have done some great things, haven t you?
Yes, I have, he admitted honestly. I ve always sailed fast ships, and in my younger days I would never pass up a wager or a dare. My father taught me well, and I ve sailed into port more than once with a holdful of valuables, sometimes worth a small fortune. But there was no magic in it. I work hard, and I m a man who keeps my word. Put simply, the merchants trust me. I deliver, and quickly I might add. When something special comes their way, they send word to me.
And don t forget that I was named after my father. He was a sailor too, not as foolhardy as I ve been at times, but a sailor nevertheless. The name Clancy has been on the seas far longer than my 60 years.
Smokey stared at her father as though seeing him for the first time. The look did not please the older man.
I m still your father, Smokey. Clancy spoke with his heart in his eyes. I m still the man who loves you to distraction. I ve never wanted to be a hero or a legend to you, just a good father, bringing you up God s way.
Smoke