Then someone led him out onto a mudbank, and uncertainly, with abumped shin, he got into a narrow, unsteady boat, to be led along itcrouching, then seated on the bottom by someone wading alongside. Thenthey'd get out as rapidly as possible-not back to the rendezvous, butalways away from the trail and the central ridges. In suchdense darkness, visibility was limited even so, and the quality of seeingwas strange. Marsoni's rifle banged beside him.
We want to make you. The T'swi named Tisi-Kasi was kneeling near him, grinning. Want to comealong? The place emptied quickly, and they left together. But it seemed to him that remembering the dreams was unimportant.
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