"Their city has not been looted," Carey said. "That is why I have hope."
"But," said Arrin, "they weren't human. They were only evil."
"On the contrary. They were completely human. And at one time they made a very great effort to atone."
She turned again to Derech. "The Shunni will kill you."
"That is perfectly possible."
"But you must go." She added shrewdly, "If only to see whether you can."
Derech laughed. "Yes."
"Then I'll go with you. I'd rather see what happens to you than wait and wait and never know." As though that settled it, she curled up in her bunk and went to sleep.
Carey slept too, uneasily, dreaming shadowed dreams of Sinharat and waking from them in the dusty claustrophobic dark to feel hopelessly that he would never see it.
By mid-morning the storm had blown itself out, but now there was a sandbar forty feet long blocking the channel. The beasts were hitched to scoops brought up from the hold and put to dredging, and every man aboard stripped and went in with a shovel.