“I have dreamed of ...” She paused, shaking her head. “No.”
“Thesea is the world beyond Ursathrax,” he said from the galley as he poured Dravidian's tea. “The world of many directions. Meaning it isn’t a sluice like this one, but rather expands out in all directions ...”
She opened the locket as he carried on and saw a picture of a much younger Jamais in the company of a beautiful woman. She nodded at Dravidian, indicating he should have a look.
Jamais returned with Dravidian's tea, blind to everything but what was a foot in front of him because of the glasses. “It exists. But first one must find the door out of Ursathrax, the main one, anyway, at the end of the River Dire.” He returned to the galley and began preparing his own drink. “There have always been whispers, of course—myths—pe
