Dressed in her dark tunic, Izramith went back into town and made for the other side of the square. An unpaved path wound past the side and back of the airport to the water. At the end of the path was a jetty, with a number of boats already moored there.
Dashu stood on the edge of the jetty, wearing the traditional Asto maroons. She stood so close to the water that for a moment Izramith was afraid that she might jump and drown. The eels would make short work of her.
In the water lay a boat made of bundles of reeds tied together with rope. A rather flimsy construction. On top of the flat bottom lay a human shape wrapped in white cloth, surrounded by pink flowers.
Izramith went to stand next to Dashu. She didn’t look aside, but stared into the distance where the waters of the marsh bled in
