Chapter 11: The ShipFour days later, Marika and Dickon reached the top level. They had found all the levels, but some of the corrals had broken rails that needed repairing or replacing. They hobbled their horses by the water and used the broken rails for firewood.
They were tired, dirty, and trail worn. They worried about the horses as the grain was almost gone. Should they turn one loose or not? They had done so on the last level. The horse, however, continued to follow them.
“You may regret using the wood when you climb here again,” Dickon had said when they were on the third level.
Marika sat very still and then looked at him. “Dickon, my father told me that I would have skills that normal Tonathians do not possess. It seems I can sometimes see into the future or know something about
