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on the whole, there are worse places to be buried than inside a lion.


There were snakes and lizards on the rock islands. They were probably very nourishing and every one was, in its own way, a taste explosion.
There was no more water.
But there were plants . . . more or less. They looked like groups of stones, except where a few had put up a central flower spike that was a brilliant pink and purple in the dawn light.
"Where do they get the water from?"
"Fossil seas."
"Water that's turned to stone?"
"No. Water that sank down thousands of years ago.
Right down in the bedrock."
"Can you dig "I'll watch and find out."
Brutha led Vorbis into the shade of a large boulder, and gently pushed him down. Then he lay down too.
The thirst wasn't too bad yet. He'd drunk from the temple pool until he squelched as he walked. Later on, they might find a snake . . . When you considered what some people in the world down to it?""Don't be stupid."Brutha glanced from the flower to the nearest rock island."Honey," he said."What?" The bees had a nest high on the side of a spire of rock. The buzzing could be heard from ground level. There was no possible way up."Nice try," said Om.The sun was up. Already the rocks were warm to the touch. "Get some rest," said Om, kindly. "I'll keep watch.""Watch for what?"