You hold very still and strain your ears. Voices come and go, and occasionally a word or two is clear. 'Fools,' says a rumbling voice, deep as the bottom of the Unterzee. 'Only fools go North.'
You hold very still and strain your ears. The rumbling voices come and go, but from time to time, they resolve themselves into words. 'North,' says a voice almost below hearing. 'It has lain in the North since there was no more than one.' […]
