Ibryen took the opportunity to examine the record that Rachyl had been keeping of the route they had followed so far, then they went over it together verbally, to ensure that it was clear in their minds.
‘We’re moving generally south-east,’ Rachyl announced. Then, with a hint of irony, ‘How much longer before we reach this Girnlant of yours, Traveller?’
‘Quite a time,’ the Traveller replied, tilting his head back as though he were scenting the air. ‘It’s more south, south-west from here. If we carry on long enough in this direction we’ll come to the ocean.’
Rachyl looked impressed. ‘I’ve never seen the ocean. Have you?’
‘Yes.’
‘What’s it like?’
The Traveller raised an eyebrow. ‘Very flat,’ he replied. ‘And wet.’
Rachyl’s eyebrows came together. ‘Very droll. What’s it really like?’
