"They power the stones," Enanatuma guessed.
"There is a place," Mezem said, so suddenly the other two both jumped. "When I came down out of the mountains to live with my son-in-law's people, my brother did the same. His daughter settled among fisher folk on the shores of the salty lake to the north of here. It is a good-sized town with a wall, not as large as the southern cities but strong enough. I am certain it still stands."
"In the morning I will help you move north," Enanatuma said.
Ku-Aya was about to object when, as if in answer, the mud bricks behind her grandfather cracked like a thunderbolt. Ku-Aya ran to the wall. It was still standing but a long crack split the bricks like jagged lightning from floor to ceiling.
"I can see the fog!" she cried, but quickly turned away. Her g
