Timeran put his usual positive spin on it. “This would be a new beginning,” he said. “We are setting out on a grand adventure, and we will build a community that will be the envy of those who see it.”
Not long afterwards the three vessels which made up the expedition pulled away from the quayside. In them rested the hope and dreams of an entire people. Everything necessary of building a “New Bulland” was there: livestock, seed, and ploughs. The forty-three families were also huddled aboard.
“A new beginning,” Timeran had said, a “New Bulland.” Pamol pondered her father’s words and couldn’t help but question – If New Bulland is going to be so admired by our neighbours, why did our last neighbours drive us away and burn down the last one?