Dalgard drew the waterproof covering back over his brow, making a cheerful job of it, preparatory to their pushing out to sea once more. But he was as intent upon what Sssuri had to tell as he was on his occupation of the moment.
“But that is not even a hopper rumor,” he was protesting, breaking into his companion’s flow of thought.
“No. But, remember, to the runners yesterday is very far away. One night is like another; they do not reckon time as we do, nor lay up memories for future guidance. They left their native hunting grounds and are drifting south. And only a very great peril would lead the runners into such a break. It is against all their instincts!”
“So, long ago—which may be months, weeks, or just days—there came death out of the sea, and those who lived past its coming fled
