“Not what you would call travelling.”
“You tell me you’ve been to Matterplay—what kind of country is that?”
“I don’t know. I went there to pick up flints.”
“What countries lie beyond it?”
“Threal comes next, as you go north. They say it’s a land of mystics... I don’t know.”
“Mystics?”
“So I’m told.... Still farther north there’s Lichstorm.”
“Now we’re going far afield.”
“There are mountains there—and altogether it must be a very dangerous place, especially for a full-blooded man like you. Take care of yourself.”
“This is rather premature, Polecrab. How do you know I’m going there?”