Seqiro made his way up the slope and out of the water. The tights of the night were bright, helping to clarify the ground so that he did not stumble. Nona had always liked the night as well as the day.
She changed the hoods and hoses back into innocuous objects, and did the same for the stones which had weighted the horse enough to enable him to remain below water, freeing them of encumbrances. "But before we go farther, I must get down," Nona murmured.
Seqiro did not need to inquire why; he knew it from her mind. You could have done that in the water.
She realized it was true: she was wet through anyway. The currents would have carried the fluid away. She just hadn"t thought of it. So she got down and squatted by a bush, then returned. She preferred to walk beside the horse, getting he
