"Hear it, this story of all yesterdays," Trals translated, "so much yesterdays, if every year marked one stone, and are more stones than bull triceratops can't them carry..."
"Once upon a time, I think you mean."
"Yes." The big man shifted, his dreadlocks rattling over the back of his pro-wrestler's belt. "Once upon a time, the great city Megga stand on the Face of God. Its fate: poison. The poison: salt. Poisoned it the Face of God..."
And so on. It was a sort of twisted Garden of Eden story, with a bit of Atlantis and King Arthur. A big, immensely strong King of the Land, who led the ancestors of the Ethlek out of the starving city...and on, and on.
Andrea baked in her smock, back itching unbearably in the heat. This was just about as bad as the last wedding she'd been to. At least h
