Chapter Nine
To the Boat of the Raiders
Southward Kalesh sped with Samar and his crew. Those brave men worked hard to help their young friend, but for strength, no one could match Kalesh. At the oars, he was like any two or three other men, and he pulled like mad until even his charmed thews grew so exhausted that his worried friend begged him to rest. Even then, the poor boy could scarcely sleep for the agony of the worry, and once or twice, purposefully now, he nibbled at one of the mysterious little fruits from his pouch, and the things restored him as nothing else could have, and gave misty little flashes of visions that strengthened his certainty that they headed aright. Mara and Pon were somewhere ahead of them, he knew, and if only he could make more haste…
Onward they went, with
