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shell, but light flooded it from somewhere, apparently through the stone
itself. Moreover, that strange brightness pulsed with inexplicable,
eerie movements that Inos could see perfectly well out of the corner of
her eye, but not when she looked straight at them. Then the shiftings
ceased and there was nothing there except smooth translucent marble;
while the haunting would have started somewhere else. Creepy!

And the view that her aunt had mentioned-the four wide openings were
larger by far than the casements in Inisso's tower, triple-arched and
not merely unglazed, but lacking even shutters. Obviously Arakkaran's
climate was kinder than Krasnegar's.

At her left, the austere yellow light of morning streamed in from a
newborn sun, aiming a golden sword at her across the sea. All through
her childhood, seaward had meant northwardthe Winter Ocean. At Kinvale,
although it was well inland, seaward had meant westward, toward Pamdo
Gulf. Sea to the east was wrong, horrifying. It told her she was
appallingly far from home.



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Southward, towers and more pointed domes obscured much of the view, but
she could tell she was high in some castle or palace. Beyond them she
glimpsed a coastline of dry brown hills falling to white surf,
stretching off to meet the sky. Craggy peaks to the west were already
almost lost in a heat haze. They were much higher and rockier than the
Pondague range, and obviously desert.

Fatigue and despair crushed down on her. She struggled to recall
childhood lessons from Master Poraganu, wishing she had been more
attentive. Djinns were tall, fierce folk, with reddish skin and hair ...
djinns lived in Zark ... desert and sand. Those mountains looked bare as
any desert she could imagine. But Zark was somewhere in the extreme
southeast of pandemia, about as far from Krasnegar as it was possible to
be. Which would explain why Master Poraganu had not gone into details,
and why she had not listened.

Her eyes went again to the shining water eastward. That must be the
Spring Sea, and she remembered Mistress Meolome talking about silk once,
long ago.

"Is this truly Zark?" Kade exclaimed. "How thrilling! I have always
wanted to see more of Pandemia. This will be a very informative and
educational visit." She beamed warningly at Inos.

"Arakkaran is a small, poor place compared to the Impire," Azak
proclaimed, "but its people are a proud and noble race, jealous of their