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. Sturm leaned on her arm. "If I knew
we were close enough, I'd throw you overboard to swim it
and find help."
"I could try," he said eagerly.
She stroked his tangled hair. "No, my son. I fear you
would drown."
Abanasinia receded as the SEA RAVEN bore south and
west. A plume of smoke followed the wind away from the
mountaintop.
"Kernaf is a fire-mountain," explained Artavash. "The
natives call it 'HEJ MARAF,' - the Furnace."
"Are you not a native?" asked Sturm.
"Me, a fish-eater? My ancestors laugh at the idea!"
Sturm peeked at Radiz. The swarthy face under the
shiny helmet could not conceal annoyance at her insult.
SEA RAVEN gained steadily against an offshore breeze.
The sea was empty of ships, even as she drew in sight of the
mouth of the main harbor. From the high forecastle, the city
of Kernaf spread in a half-circle around the bowl-shaped
bay. Two tall, stone towers flanked the narrow harbor
entrance. The tower tops were blackened by fire.
"Has someone attacked your town?" asked Sturm.
Radiz squinted into the morning glare. "No, boy. Those
are signal towers. Fires were burned up there to mark the
entrance for passing ships," he said.
"Don't they use them anymore?" Sturm asked
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