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. Tas scooped up a piece of chipped slate and flung it
out to sea. He lost sight of the stone, and thus concluded that i the
water was very far off indeed.
Looking to his left, the kender saw that the cliff cut back
farther inland, obscuring the view of the coastline to the north.
Gulls, their wings tipped, soared and dived around Tasslehoff's head.
"Woodrow has a good point," Tas said at last. His eyebrows shot
up. "How does the first person to make a map know if it's a sea, an
ocean, or just a really big lake ?"
"You're the mapmaker," Gisella growled near his side. "Why don't
you tell me? While you're at it, tell me where this body of water came
from? Maybe it was hiding behind the mountain range your Uncle Bertie
overlooked! And while you're explaining things, tell me how we're
going to cross this really, really big lake with a wagon?"
"Let rr.e think," said Tas soberly, his young face scrunching up
in thought.
"Indeed," Gisella snorted humorlessly.
"You know, I believe that trek through the swamp caused us to
turn a bit south of Xak Tsaroth," Tasslehoff said. "Maybe someone in
the city knows where this water came from --"
"You think that ocean is going to dry up a few miles north of
here?" Gisella shrieked. She immediately regretted showing a crack in
her composure. Painfully digging her fingernails into her fists, she
regained control. "Perhaps someone in Xak Tsaroth could tell us where
we are, and direct us to the best east-bound road
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