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Light lowered in the sky as they walked beside the river, keeping close to the rocky edge and brushing away vines that strung into the water from hanging limbs. Urson broke down a branch as thick as his wrist and as tall as himself and smote the water with it, playfully. "That should put a welt on anyone's head who wants to bother us. " He raised the stick from the water and drops ran along the bark, moving sparks at the ends of dark lines.
"We'll have to turn into the woods for food soon," said Iimmi, "unless we wait for animals who come down to drink."