Chapter Eighteen
Catch the Rainbow
Duvät Gok stood on the lonely beach, watching for signs of schooling fish. All was as his grandfather had described – the moons were rising in the correct sequence, the sea was at the right level, and this morning, blue crustaceans had washed up on shore. He had been vigilant, seen all these signs fulfilled, all but the one-eyed sea-creatures that were central to his plans.
Small waves lapped the shore. A whiff of rotting shellfish teased his nostrils. Sand stretched away on either side as far as he could see. His robes flapped, playthings for a light sea breeze. Behind him, rows of dunes arched gracefully toward a green forested strip, then to an unbroken wall of snow-covered mountains. Far away, across the curve of the waters, dark ridges clawed thro
