Chapter Eighteen
Feather, astonished, looked up at Kohu. ‘You need my help?’ The big man seemed to recognise his name. Feather could not imagine how this could be so.
‘If you will. Over here.’ Without further explanation, Kohu started to make his way down the western slope of the sandy upthrust. His huge feet splayed out, he managed the uneven going just as well as Feather with his small, staggered steps. Arrived at the base, Kohu immediately began to jog toward the next uplifted corrugation of rock and sand, this one striped with layers of all colours from deep orange and dark red to the palest pearly ochre. Feather admired the play of colours as he followed the Shaking Lander, seeing how each band of pigment exactly echoed the meandering shape of the ones either side of it. The drift o
