"Map?"
"More like a treasure hunt," Paula explained. "There's a series of guide-points, you see. So far we're okay—narva means west, in the Ancient Tongue, doesn't it?"
"Narva." Garth gave the word a slightly different pronunciation. "Yeah. Well—three sallags northwest to the Mouths of the Waters Below—"
"Mouths of the Singing Below, I made it."
Garth shook his head. "I can't read the stuff. I just know the spoken language. Read the whole thing out loud, so I can get it."
Paula obeyed. Her pronunciation made some words unfamiliar to Garth, but by experiment he found what was meant.
"Uh-huh. A sallag is less than three miles, as far as I can judge. I think I know the place. It's a hill honeycombed with little caves. You can hear water running underneath it."
"That fits," the girl agreed. "This won't be so hard, after all."
Garth grunted. He turned to Brown.
"I want a gun. And a knife. I'll need both."