Chapter three
A hairy fighting bunchPrecious little chance we had of finding any more treasure for that day; we sailed between the islands, each one floating on its twin reflection, and entered the mouth of the river, and we saw not a living soul, on the sea, on the land or in the air.
We might have only rudimentary charts of the north coast of Pandahem, and nothing at all detailed of the navigational hazards here; but we knew where we were well enough. Quite a number of the folk aboard had knowledge of the kingdom of Tomboram outside as well as inside Pando’s kovnate of Bormark.
The gale, moderating overnight, had not disturbed us once we’d passed into the shelter of that massive uplift of rock, the Sentinel of Bormark. The river was known by two names. This was just another example of
