It was broad daylight. I sat up and looked around. "We have survived another night," I said.
I gathered some fruit, and we cooked some more of the meat left from my kill of the previous day. We had a splendid breakfast, and then we set off again down stream in our quest for—what?
"If we do not find Duare to-day," I said, "I shall have to admit that she is irrevocably lost to me."
"And then what?" asked Nalte.
"You would like to return to your own country?"
"Of course."
"Then we shall start up the big river toward your home."
"We shall never reach it," said Nalte, "but—"
"But what?" I demanded.
"I was thinking that we might be very happy while we were trying to reach Andoo," she said.