The LB we brought aboard from Pigmote has gotten it into his head to tell us how great rats are. Strange since we left the Sea of Lillies. We are still searching for the Khanate and Polythreme, to try to secure what the Engineer needs for his little task.

The ways to spring someone are varied and difficult Just getting 3,000 echos is basically the more sure way. I used the chance to record a little information about the goings-on at port, but they had little else to offer. (I feel obliged to mention here that I am not saying all criminals are unwise – Merely the ones who wind up in prisons.) Unlike most other Khanate holdings, they had no problems with me docking. It is called Wisdom, a name that must be some sort of Khanate joke, as those who wind up in prisons are not known for wisdom. That may be true, but it is true that there is a Khanate prison here. There are supposedly great secrets here, guarded by the amphibian knot-oracles. With our progress east blocked by a large snowstorm, I chose to divert our exploration south – And it has started to yield bounties, of a type. It's important to note that the yellow dots all over those frogs all blink. We left to the south-east.Ī still image does not quite do this place justice. Once I returned to the ship, the crew was more than happy to depart. No need to inconvenience them more than they already were. Fortunately for them, I chose to go alone – There is no danger here, in this place. When I announced I was going to make landfall, everyone was dreading being chosen to accompany me. I've heard this is what it is like, on the surface – Breezy, all the time. Very different from the rest of the Neath. Then there's the wind – constant, omnipresent. That it's as cold as Hell is hot is enough of one, I suppose. The crew do not like it here, for various reasons. The door itself is beyond ancient and must hold secrets worth dying for. But there is a beauty here the false-stars shine gorgeously, and sometimes twist high on the roof. I've had to relocate to the engine room to keep my ink warm enough to write with while I make this entry. The farthest north one can go in the Neath. It is cold beyond reason, at the Avid Horizon. We had to travel without a light on, as a precaution against Mt. Nomad – and there was only one thing that it could be. According to Kalan and her bats, there was a large landmass up there – other than Mt. We departed the Chapel of Lights and headed north. Part 10: A long way home Journal entry nine – A long way home

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