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. He
ordered a sailor to push them off from the wreck, and soon
the unusual current was once more pulling them along.
Norry fetched a bucket of clean water and a rag. The
woman wiped her face, then raised the heavy bucket to her
lips, drinking deeply. The water cut rivulets in the mud
plastered on her throat.
"Who are you?" asked Dunvane. "Where do you come
from?"
"My name is Jermina. I am from Gardenath."
Dunvane stared. "WHERE?"
The woman repeated her answer.
"How in all Chaos did you get out here, in the middle
of the ocean?" he demanded.
Jermina looked forlornly at the receding bulk of the
wreck. "This was Gardenath," she said. "Right where you
stand."
"You're lying!" said Norry.
She shook her head, dazed, in shock. "That house was
Herril's Inn. It stood on the highest hill in Gardenath. The
wall of water fell upon us, covering the land in a single
night. Nothing remains. . . ."
"Bah!" Norry snorted, but the others weren't so sure.
"Can it be true, Captain?" one of the sailors asked.
"I cannot count it so. There was an upheaval, we know
that, but I cannot believe that a town of ten thousand souls
has sunk beneath the sea."
"So it happened," said Jermina softly.
The sailors frowned, exchanging glances. It was
obvious they were beginning to believe her.
"I will ask the Revered Son," said Dunvane firmly. "He
will know the truth!"
He took hold of the woman and headed for the priest's
cabin. Dunvane knocked until the door opened and Imkhian
appeared
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