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least she's heading towards the University place," said Hilta. "They'll know what to do."
"That's as may be. How far down river do you reckon they are?"
"Twenty miles or so. Those barges only go at walking pace. The Zoons aren't in any hurry."
"Right." Granny stood up, her jaw set defiantly. She reached for her hat and picked up her sack of possessions What always annoyed the enemies of the Zoon tribe was not simply their honesty, which was infuriatingly absolute, but their total directness of approach. The Zoons had never heard about a euphemism, and wouldn't understand what to do with it if they had one, except that they would certainly . "Reckon I can walk faster than a barge," she said. "The river's all bendy but I can go in straight lines." "You're going to walk after her?" said Hilta, aghast. "But there's forests and wild animals!" "Good, I could do with getting back to civilisation. She needs me. That staff is taking over. I said it would, but did anyone listen?" "Did they?" said Hilta, still trying to work out what Granny meant by getting back to civilisation. "No," said Granny coldly. His name was Amschat B'hal Zoon. He lived on the raft with his three wives and three children. He was a Liar.