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towards the bay, which was dead calm. The reflector in Gåvasten lighthouse was bouncing back the first rays of the sun. The odd cloud drifted across the sky like swansdown on a puddle.

They each ate a sandwich and finished their drinks. Then they put on their lifejackets and went down to the boat. Dad cranked up the compression ignition engine, and it started first time. At the beginning of the summer Anders had asked to have a go, and had been frightened by the recoil in the crank handle when the engine didn’t fire. He left it to Dad after that.

Fine weather. The engine started straight away. Good omens. Fifty kilos.

He knew they wouldn’t get fifty kilos today, that had only happened to him once, last summer, and that had been right at the beginning of June. But thirty. Thirty would do. From now on he was going to save every single krona.

They rounded North Point and came out into the sunlit stretch of Ledinge Bay, where a slight breeze was blowing from the east. The low-lying sun had just freed itself from the tops of the pine trees on Ryssholmen, and was celebrating by spreading its light across therippling surface of the sea. Anders sat by the gunwale, trailing his fingers in the water. It was already warm enough to swim, varying between seventeen and nineteen degrees depending on the wind.

He moved into the prow and lay down full length on the wood warmed by the sun, gazing towards the spot where they had laid their net, in the narrow inlet between Ledinge and the Ledinge skerry. When he screwed up his eyes he thought he could make out the flag marking the location of the net.

The gentle chugging of the engine was making him sleepy, so he rubbed his eyes and thought about the radio-controlled boat. How far could it go before it lost contact with the remote control? Fifty metres? A hundred? How fast did it go? Probably faster than Dad’s boat at any rate, he thought as they glided towards the inlet.

Anders was still lost in boy-racer fantasies when his father slowed the engine. The chugging changed to a knocking sound, with longer and longer intervals between strokes. The flag was getting closer. Anders started moving just as his father shouted, ‘Action stations, captain!’ and put the engine in neutral.

Anders jumped down and edged towards the helm as his father moved towards the prow. They crossed on either side of the engine. They had done this before. His father smiled and said, ‘Take it slowly and carefully now’. Anders pulled a face that said Have I done this before, or what? and sat down at the helm.

His father got hold of the flag, hauled it in and grabbed the rope. Anders edged the boat gently into reverse, until it was completely motionless. As his father began to haul in the net, he edged forward so that the boat was following the line of the net. This was the time he loved best during their morning trips. When he was the one in charge. He could race the engine, slam the boat into reverse and turn the rudder if he so wished—but did he?

Of course not.

Slowly and carefully he adjusted the steering and the speed to make it as easy as possible for his father to lift the net. Anders was good at this. He was the captain.

He leaned over the rail and looked down into the dark water. It was usually possible to glimpse enough of the shining silver on its way to the surface to get some idea of how big the catch was likely to be. Anders looked down and frowned.

What’s that? Can it be…

What he could see moving upwards was not the scattered, metallic shimmer of this many or that many herring, no, it looked more as if they had caught one single, gigantic herring in the net this morning, a compact mass being pulled slowly towards the boat.

His father had stopped hauling the net and was now standing motionless in the prow, staring down into the water. Anders peered down and he could now see that the apparently solid body did in fact consist of individual herring. It was a record catch beyond all expectation. His heart began to beat faster.

There’s fifty kilos there, at least. Maybe more. Will I be able to sell that much?

He waited for the catch to get closer to the surface so that he would be able to see better, but nothing happened. His father was still standing in the prow, the rope dangling from his hands.

‘What’s the matter?’ asked Anders. ‘It’s a massive catch!’

His father turned to face him with an expression Anders didn’t understand. He looked…frightened. Frightened and worried. Anders shook his head.

‘Aren’t you going to bring them up, then?’

‘I think…maybe we shouldn’t.’

‘But why? I mean, it’s a record! There’s loads of them!’

His father let go of the rope with one hand and pointed at the surface. ‘Feel the water.’

Anders did as he said and dipped his hand in the water. He yanked it back quickly. The water was ice cold. He blinked and cautiously slipped his hand in once again. It nipped at the tips of his fingers, and the water was so cold it was on the point of freezing.

How can it be like that?

He looked enquiringly at his father, who was staring down intothe water as if he were searching for something. Anders looked around. There was nothing to indicate that winter was suddenly on the way. The only explanation was an unusually cold and strong current. Wasn’t it?

‘Why is it like that?’

His father sighed deeply. The rope began to slip out of his hands.

‘Dad!’

The rope stopped. ‘Yes?’

‘We have to land this catch, don’t we?’

His father turned his head towards the broad strip of sunlight and said quietly, ‘Why?’

The question confused Anders and frightened him a little. He babbled, ‘Because…because there’s such a lot and you know that boat I’m saving up

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