On the weekend, I drive with Finn to the Wicklow mountains, and we walk past rowan trees and thin streams running through the peat. On clear days, you can the Mournes across the border. These mountains and the Mournes were once part of one unbroken chain, stretching across Europe to Russia. The granite beneath my feet is the same here as in the Mournes.
When his legs grow tired, I carry Finn on my back, and we are coming down the slope like that when two men appear on the path, moving in the opposite direction. We nod at each other as we pass. They have on red jackets that say Wicklow Mountain Rescue, and lightness rushes up my legs as I wonder about that as work, as something useful.
EPILOGUE
We’ve come to the north coast. Finn wanted to see it. He has heard about it all his life, and he knows that Dunseverick castle was the model for Cair Paravel in Narnia. I worried that he’d be disappointed, that the actual castle would pale in comparison, but he loved it. He loved the checkerboard floor, and hearing that part of the cliff once collapsed, so the castle kitchen fell into the sea.
After leaving Dunseverick, we walk along the cliffs to the rope bridge. Finn goes ahead of me, holding on to either side, the sea sweeping far beneath him. We stop in the middle, suspended above the water, between the two cliffs.
When the wind lifts, the ropes begin to sway. I’m about to reassure him that we’re safe, then notice that he’s not scared. He is, in fact, bouncing a little to make the bridge rock more. I start to laugh.
“What?” he says.
“Oh, everything.”
We can see the castle from here, on the clifftop, facing toward Scotland across the sea. The castle used to light a bonfire to signal for help when it was under siege, and I want the equivalent. I want the castles all along this coast lighting bonfires, to signal that we are, finally, at peace.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you to Lindsey Schwoeri, my editor, for your instincts and your vision, and your unfailing grace and good humor. Thank you to Emily Forland, my agent, for your generosity and wisdom. I’m so grateful to both of you.
Thank you, in Northern Ireland, to Mairia Cahill, Mark Devenport, Allison Morris, and Aisling Strong.
Thank you to Jane Cavolina, Sarah Delozier, Molly Fessenden, Allie Merola, Kate Stark, Mary Stone, Lindsay Prevette, Jennifer Tait, Colin Webber, Amanda Dewey, Patrick Nolan, Andrea Schulz, Brian Tart, and all at Viking and Penguin.
Thank you to Federico Andornino and all at Weidenfeld & Nicolson.
Thank you to Michelle Weiner at CAA.
Thank you to the Michener Center for Writers.
Thank you to Jackie Brogadir, Nick Cherneff, Tina Cherneff, Kate DeOssie, Donna Erlich, Nicole Fuerst, Allison Glaser, Lynn Horowitz, Allison Kantor, Suchi Mathur, Justine McGowan, Madelyn Morris, Althea Webber, and Marisa Woocher, for your friendship.
Thank you to my family, especially my parents, Jon Berry and Robin Dellabough.
And thank you to Jeff Bruemmer and Ronan and Declan, with all my love.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Flynn Berry is a graduate of the Michener Center for Writers and the recipient of a Yaddo fellowship. Her first novel, Under the Harrow, won the 2017 Edgar Award for Best First Novel and was named a best book of the year by The Washington Post and The Atlantic. Her second novel, A Double Life, was a New York Times Book Review Editors' Choice.
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