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required was for one to start walking in the requisite direction?
Lissen, you, stammered the ancient pathfinder who was too bored not to talk
to them, we all every one of us knows where Ehl-Larimar lies. Raising a
shaky finger that resembled a strip of rolled saddle leather, he pointed
westward. Behind Ehomba, huge hands clapped delightedly together.
See, Etjole, see! Hunkapa know, Hunkapa guide!
Be quiet, Hunkapa, the mildly annoyed herdsman admonished his hulking
friend. The matted one fell silent.
If you all know how to get to Ehl-Larimar, why cannot one of you guide us
there?
Because the difficulty s not in the knowin , it s in the goin . Peering
behind his questioner, the elderly guide considered the herdsman s blond hair.
Why you braid up your locks like that, man? Seen wimmens do it, but never
til now a buck.
It is the style among the men of my village. Uncharacteristically, Ehomba
was becoming impatient with this short, skinny sage, who reminded him of
chattering macaws. What is so difficult about the going to Ehl-Larimar that
you and all your colleagues refuse to take us?
Aged eyes that had seen much rolled in their sockets as if loose. Why, out
west there s dangerous wild critters everywhere, some of em monstrous big,
others with long fangs that drip poison. To emphasize
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the latter, he protruded his upper jaw far beyond the lower and flapped it to
simulate biting motions.
First you have to get through the Hexen Mountains. Then there s the demons
what live in the interior, and hostile tribes of things thet ain t always
human. He was waving his birdlike arms wildly now, using them to magnify the
drama of his own declamations.
Get past them, and then there s the Tortured Lands, and beyond thet, the
Curridgian Mountains with their ice fields and rock slides. Lack of wind
finally forced him to call a halt to the hymn of horrors.
And after that? Ehomba asked quietly.
After thet? After thet! Calming himself with an effort, the senior
pathfinder took a deep breath. Why, after thet is Ehl-Larimar its very self,
and beyond there, the Ocean Aurreal.
Another ocean? Raising himself up, Simna had his hirsute nurse place him on
the ground. On shaky legs, he confronted his lanky friend. By Guisel s
gearing, Etjole, no more long sea voyages! I beg you!
Ehomba s brows rose slightly. I thought you enjoyed our sojourn on the sea.
Anxious eyes gazed up at him. Hoy, long bruther, it wasn t the voyage that
leaves me looking like this.
It were the arrival.
The herdsman nodded noncommittally. Somehow I do not think we would face a
similar situation on another ocean entirely, but I will certainly keep your
concerns in mind. I do not see why it would be necessary for us to take
passage on this western ocean anyway, since if it lies to the west of
Ehl-Larimar, we should reach our destination before we encounter it. Turning
back to the guide, who was by now feeling sorely left out of the verbal
byplay, he offered his thanks for the information.
While not one of the available pathfinders could be induced to travel with
them, the master of the dispatch center was persuaded to sell them a windwagon
and supplies. Ehomba was once more astonished to see in what exalted regard
other peoples held the humble colored beach pebbles he had brought with him
from the shore just north of the village. While the supply in the little
cotton sack was diminished, it was by no means exhausted, suggesting that if
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the same responses were to be encountered elsewhere, they might be able to pay
for their needs the rest of the way to distant Ehl-Larimar without misgiving.
Though with Hunkapa Aub and the black litah aboard, the windwagon was a bit
crowded, it held them all, together with their newly purchased supplies.
Steering was by means of a straightforward tiller-and-
axle arrangement, and manipulation of the single simple square of canvas that
provided the wagon s motive power posed no problem for travelers who had just
spent weeks aboard a large sailing vessel. To the cheers and jeers of the
personnel at the dispatch station (their respective individual reactions being
directly related to how much of the visitors story they had happened to
overhear), the four adventurers once more set sail, this time in a craft both
smaller and noisier than the graceful and recently
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departed
Grömsketter.
A plentitude of roads and wagon tracks led off in all directions from Doroune.
By far the greatest number led north or south to the other trading towns and
farming communities of the fertile coastal plain. A lesser selection offered
access to the western horizon. Choosing the most direct, the travelers soon
found themselves clear of the city and its suburbs and among tillage of grain
and vegetable. People working in the fields would look up and wave, at least
until they caught sight of Hunkapa Aub or the black litah. Unlike the worldly
citizens of sophisticated metropolises such as Hamacassar or Lybondai, the
peoples living on this side of the Semordria were of a far more insular
nature.
So while they were cordial, they tended to keep their distance whenever the
wagon pulled up outside an inn or tavern. Though less openly friendly than the
inhabitants of distant Netherbrae, they were at the same time more accepting
of the ways of others. Soon enough Ehomba and his companions began to receive
warnings similar to those that had been voiced by the aged guide in Doroune.
You might as well turn back now. The blacksmith who had agreed to perform a
final check on their wagon spoke meaningfully as he rose and knelt, rose and
knelt while moving from one wheel to another.
Why? Ehomba shielded his eyes as he gazed westward, to where the track they
were following vanished into looming hills densely forested with ancient beech
and oak, sycamore and elm. My companions and I have crossed many high ranges,
and this that lies before us does not look either very high or very difficult
to scale.
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