![]() ![]() I do not think they are really the same as the crocodiles on the Whorl, although it may be that every animal of the kind is entitled to the name, like "bird." They seemed indolent as Nadi herself when they basked on the banks in the sunlight, but their doubly forked blue tongues flicked in and out like flames. ![]() There were crocodiles in it, or at least what we called crocodiles, sleek and shining emerald lizards with eight legs and jaws like traps. Our lazy southern river always smiled, and sometimes laughed aloud, showing a froth of white lace underskirt where it tumbled over rocks. Or perhaps it is simply that the noises of the town keep me from hearing the river. I do not think this is the same river we had in the south. It is not a big wall I have seen others much higher but it goes all the way around, except where the river comes in and goes out. I have never seen a whole town with a wall before. ![]() Strange how much a quire of writing paper can mean to a man who has made such quantities of it. Besides, the man who owns the shop would give me more ink if I asked for it, I feel certain. I have paper again, and there is still a lot of ink in the little bottle. ![]()
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