CHAPTER 17
Despite her best intentions, Penrys knew her manner was still uncomfortable when she thanked Zandaril for his party the night before. When she tried to divert him by teasing him about his throbbing head, she could feel his concern and puzzlement, and pushed it away, returning to their professional discussion of the day before about how Veneshjug had been using the power-stones.
He went along with her and they were still arguing about it inconclusively when they crested yet another low ridge.
Penrys stopped in mid-rebuttal, stunned. Below them, a quarter of a mile away, rolled a brown river, wide and unstoppable. The bluffs were cut cleanly through for its passage, as if with a gigantic knife. Small wooded side streams snaked into it on both sides. There was no settlement here
