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After some time, I could not tell how long, the gap opened up, and we came out into a broad ledge. Before us, the stone fell away to open air. Clouds drifted below us, bright where the moonlight poured through them, shaded with lavender in the shadow of the mountain. Lesser mountains rose up through the clouds, their peaks sharp-edged and jagged. The cold was still sharp, but seemed less without the narrow gap channeling the wind into such ferocity. We stood now much higher than before; much higher than when we had first come through the tomb. I looked up, half expecting to see the stars near enough to touch. But as high as this place might be, the sky was still far above.
Everyone had paused, looking around. But now Aras asked, βCan we possibly get out of this wind for a little time?β Alone of all of us, he was not studying the sky or the mountains. His gaze was on Inhejeriel. She was trembling with cold or weariness. Her eyes had paled to white-lavender, like the shadowed clouds. I said, βWe will certainly find a sheltered place where we can rest.β
βThere,β Iro said, nodding the side, to a place where the faces of the cliffs would provide shelter.
I nodded, and we all walked that way. But before we crossed the whole width of the ledge, the mountain seemed to lean away from us, and we suddenly walked through a narrow valley. The land here was green with young grasses, snow lying only here and there, in small patches. To one side, a small waterfall cascaded down from the heights, becoming a slower, wider stream where it cut through the valley. Flowers bloomed along the stream, the kind with flat clusters of white flowers. The air was quiet here, and much warmer.
We had all halted in surprise. I started to speak, but Iro held up a hand to check me. I waited while he turned slowly from one side to the other, his head raised, taking in the shape of the land, the shapes of the mountains that rose up around this sheltered valley. Then he came back to me. βRyo,β he said quietly. βI know this place. We are much closer to Talal Sabero, but in the land of the living, there is no path a man can take from here that will lead to the sacred mountain. A goat might climb the cliff that stands at the head of this valley, but not a man.β
I nodded. βWe will rest here,β I decided. βEveryone is tired, and this place is comfortable. When we come to this impassible cliff, perhaps the land will shift beneath us again in a helpful manner.β If the land did not shift, I had no idea what we should do. But we had said we wished to rest in a sheltered place, and now we were here. We needed to come to Talal Sabero, and we were closer. I thought the gods would be kind when we came to a cliff a man could not climb. I thought it better to trust that than to backtrack.
I swung my pack to the ground and took out waterskins and sticks of travel food. βDrink enough,β I told Aras, handing him one of the waterskins. βIf the gods are kind and shorten our path, then we will have enough water, and if not, we cannot possibly have enough, so do not hesitate.β
He was smiling, his expression wry. βA warriorβs philosophy. Youβre probably right, butββ he stopped. Wolves were singing, not far away. Their voices rose into the sky, high and wild and beautiful.
βWolves are not dangerous to us,β I reminded the Lau.
βIβm sure youβre right,β Aras said.
I glanced at Inhejeriel. She was sitting with her legs tucked up and her head bowed. She had not looked up when the wolves began singing. She trusted my opinion regarding the wolvesβor she was too weary to care whether they might be dangerous.
When the waterskin came to me, I drank and then weighed the rest of the water in my hand and gave it back to Aras. βYou did not drink enough. Drink as much as you want and give the rest to Geras.β
βWe donβt need more,β he told me in darau. βOur people donβt need nearly as much water as yours.β
I paused. I had never noticed any such difference. Geras, leaning comfortably back on one elbow, said, βHeβs right, Ryo. We drink more when waterβs easy to come by, but we donβt need nearly as much as you do. Youβve never traveled with Lau in the drylands or youβd have noticed.β
βNearly all of the summer country is drier than the borderlands, generally very much drier,β Aras added. βTowns and cities follow the rivers and the coasts of the Long Sea, or pipe water from a distance, or build deep cisterns and hope the rains arrive in their proper season. Around the bitter lakes of Surakaket, in addition to the public cisterns, every family has their own still, by which they distill lake water and make water to drink.β
βBitter lakes?β Etta said doubtfully.
Aras smiled. βThis is not the same meaning as bitter feeling. Bitter water is hard to describe. Itβs salty, but not only salty. Itβs not potableββ
That word had been in darau. It was not a common word. βDrinkable,β I said. βThis water is poisonous?β
βThank you, Ryo. Drinkable. Yes, that water is poisonous to people, and to most kinds of
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