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CHAPTER X LAKE TRITONIS Sailing away from the village of the Ma, the sea came against the flotilla in a relentless, eastward flowing tide. Without a following wind, the oarsmen were soon exhausted. Jabin the Sidonian stood with Uttar at the tiller, each handling a steering oar. “The men are just about done,” said Uttar. “The tide will change… early morning,” said Jabin, in his brisk reassuring tone. Uttar eyed his companion, noting his casual, confident manner. “Will it?” answered the captain. “Aye Captain,” said Jabin. “You have been to the Cassiterites. It’s always out to the south and back by the north because of these tides, but there’s always that little break where she catches her breath in the early morning hours.” “That is the route we took alright,” said Uttar. “Break in the