Nation

was…not air. It was thick, as thick as water, and black, but somehow he could see through it a long way, and move through it fast, too. Huge pillars rose out of the ground around him, and seemed to go up forever to a roof of surf.
    Something silvery and very quick shot past him and disappeared behind a pillar, and was followed by another one, and another.
    Fish, then, or something like fish. So he was underwater. Underwater, looking up at the waves…
    He was in the Dark Current.
    “Locaha!” he shouted.
    Hello, Mau , said the voice of Locaha.
    “I’m not dead! This is not fair!”
    Fair? I’m not sure I know that word, Mau. Besides, you are nearly dead. Certainly more dead than alive, and dying a little more every moment.
    Mau tried to go faster, but he was already running faster than he had ever run before.
    “I’m not tired! I can keep going forever! This is some kind of a trick, right? There must be rules, even to a trick!”
    I agree , said Locaha. And this is a trick.
     
    “This is safe, isn’t it?” said Daphne. She was lying down on a mat by Mau, who still seemed as limp as a doll apart from the twitching legs. “And it will work, won’t it?” She tried to keep the wobble out of her voice, but it was one thing to be brave, and— two things to be brave and determined when it was really only an idea at the moment—and definitely another matter entirely when you could see Mrs. Gurgle out of the corner of your eye, busy at work.
    “Yes,” said Cahle.
    “You are sure, are you?” said Daphne. Oh, it sounded so weedy . She was ashamed of herself.
    Cahle gave her a little smile and went over to Mrs. Gurgle, who was squatting by the fire. Baskets of dried… things had been brought down from their hanging place in one of the huts, and Daphne knew the rule: the nastier and more dangerous, the higher. These had practically been on the roof.
    When Cahle spoke to her, acting like a pupil talking to a respected teacher, the old woman stopped sniffing at a handful of what looked like dusty bean pods and looked across at Daphne. There was no smile or wave. This was Mrs. Gurgle at work. She said something out of the corner of her mouth and threw all the pods into the little three-legged cauldron in front of her.
    Cahle came back. “She says safe is not sure. Sure not safe. There is just do, or do not do.”
    I was drowning, and he saved me, thought Daphne. Why did I ask that stupid question?
    “Make it sure,” she said. “Really sure.” On the other side of the room, Mrs. Gurgle grinned. “Can I ask another question? When I’m…you know, there , what should I do? Is there anything I should say?”
    The reply came back: “Do what is best. Say what is right.” And that was it. Mrs. Gurgle did not go in for long explanations.
    When the old woman hobbled across with half an oyster shell, Cahle said: “You must lick up what is on the shell and lie back. When the drop of water hits your face you…will wake up.”
    Mrs. Gurgle gently put the shell in Daphne’s hand and made a very short speech.
    “She says you will come back because you have very good teeth,” Cahle volunteered.
    Daphne looked at the half shell. It was a dull white, and empty except for two little greeny-yellow blobs. It didn’t seem much for all that effort. She held it close to her mouth and looked up at Cahle. The woman had put her hand in a gourd of water, and now she held it high over Daphne’s mat. She looked down with a drop of water glistening on the end of her finger.
    “Now,” she said.
    Daphne licked the shell (it tasted of nothing) and let herself fall back.
    And then there was the moment of horror. Even as her head hit the mat, the drop of water was falling toward it.
    She tried to shout, “That’s not enough ti—”
    And then there was darkness, and the boom of the waves overhead.
     
    Mau ran onward, but the voice of Locaha still sounded very close.
    Are you tiring, Mau? Do your legs ache for rest?
    “No!” said Mau. “But…these rules. What are they?”
    Oh, Mau…I only agreed there must be rules. That doesn’t mean I have to tell you what they are.
    “But you must catch me, yes?”
    You are correct in your surmise , said Locaha.
    “What does that mean?”
    You guessed right. Are you sure you are not tiring?
    “Yes!”
    In fact strength flowed into Mau’s legs. He had never felt so alive. The pillars were going past faster now. He was overtaking the fish, which panicked away, leaving silvery