"And pretty small, if it has no name."
"No, not so small. But its name was long ago forgotten. There are no survivors to remember it."
"But you can tell us," said Mr. Bressani, "whether it is North of here, or East, or West, or South."
"Why—er—really, I couldn't tell you even that. Nobody could."
"Perhaps it's beneath us, or above"; and in the Senior Partner's tone was a suggestion of irony.
Cyrus ignored the tone and answered pleasantly: "I am not trying to deceive, or to mislead you in any way, but it really is a journey in which points of the compass are no guides whatever."
On the faces of the three jewelers came three involuntary frowns.
"A MOST UNUSUAL COUNTRY!"—Page 206