In the morning, the boys were still asleep and snoring. Emily rose early and decided to walk down to the harbour and watch all the fishermen cleaning their boats and mending their nets after the night of fishing. She loved the view of the bay that swept round like a magic, protective circle, the sharpness of the horizon on a splendid morning and the sea a sapphire blue that was so intense she wanted to lose herself in it. Even the island was growing on her and seemed less appalling since she had heard its ancient story. Now it was the Golden Isle in her mind, not a leper colony. The lepers had only been there a very short while. Their pitiful history was just one part of the island and its chequered history. So small a place and yet so many types of people had lived on there.