Black and white photo of a woman's bare back, with her hair up, showing a small black Eye of Horus tattoo on the side of her neck.

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Eye of Horus on the side of the neck

Neck · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph taken from behind shows a woman with her hair pinned up and one hand raised to her head. A small Eye of Horus is inked in solid black lines on the side of her neck, near the hairline. The bare shoulders and back fill the lower frame against a dark background, with the tattoo as the clear focal point.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In Saltcombe the chandler's shop kept a brass scale with six small weights, each named for a part of a falcon's eye, and nobody bought salt without them. Old Mother Vane said the falcon had lost its eye in a quarrel with a jealous brother, and the gods had torn it into six pieces and handed them out to the harbour people to keep. Every measure of bread or oil was a little bit of mending, she said, and the whole eye would only be made when the last piece came home.

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Her grandson Caleb took the boat out the autumn the herring went north. The weather came in off the point faster than the gulls could sense it. He had no lamp, and the sweep was all he had to steer with while the water rose over the stern. He pressed his thumb to the bow where she had scratched the sign, a brow over a teardrop, and said the counting words she had made him learn as a child: one part, two parts, up to the whole.

The fog lifted in the morning and the boat sat on the bar with its bow pointing straight at the lighthouse. Nobody could say how it had got there. Caleb swore the painted eye had turned in the dark to find him. His grandmother said that was nonsense, that a falcon had no business looking after a boy who ought to have stayed ashore.

After that she gave him the heaviest weight to hold each morning before the shutters went up. "Mind it," she said. "Nothing that was mended comes back free." He minded it. By noon the brass was always warm in his palm.