“Maaret, listen. You tell me where the black fishes are. Where is your Og?”
“There—in the forest.” It was a vague answer—a gesture, not down, but off to one side, toward Rax.
“Still in the forest?”
“Yes. I think so—I don’t know. But he was going out to fight.”
“The black fishes were with him?”
“Yes.”
“How many of them, Maaret?”
But the girl had become suspicious.
“I don’t know,” she said sullenly.
“He is on the sea-bottom with them? Maaret, listen. How many Maagogs are there in the forest?”