Leroy Neiman Sailing

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'Shut up.'
The Seriph ran his tongue over his lips.
'I suppose a quick anecdote is out of the question?' he croaked.
Conina sighed. 'There's more to life than narrative, you know.'
'Sorry. I lost control a little, there.'
Now that the sun was well up the crushed-shell beach glowed like a salt flat. The sea didn't look any better by daylight it. Sorry.'
He held out the lamp that had been in the treasury.
'It's magic, isn't it?' he said hopefully. 'I've heard about them, isn't it worth a try?'
Creosote shook his head.
'But you said your grandfather used it to make his fortune!' said Conina.
'A lamp,' said the Seriph, 'he used a lamp. Not this lamp. No, the real lamp was a battered . It moved like thin oil.Away on either side the beach stretched in long, excruciatingly flat curves, supporting nothing but a few clumps of withered dune grass which lived off the moisture in the spray. There was no sign of any shade.'The way I see it,' said Conina, 'this is a beach, and that means sooner or later we'll come to a river, so all we have to do is keep walking in one direction.''And yet, delightful snow on the slopes of Mount Eritor, we do not know which one.'Nijel sighed, and reached into his bag.'Erm,' he said, 'excuse me. Would this be any good? I stole