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still more than a little uncertain of it all.

Even stepping onto the ribbed metal of the car deck, they
both felt an air of dreamy unreality about the whole thing, as
if they were in the midst of some wondrous dreaming drug or,
perhaps, comatose and in some fantasy world of the mind.
Still, both looked in at the cavernous car deck -- and saw noth-
ing. Nothing at all. It was totally and completely dark in there,

with not even the other end of the boat showing.

Ruddygore led them to the right stairway and saw them
peering into the dark. "I wouldn't be too anxious to see in
there," he cautioned them. "The ones who row this ship are
best not seen by mortal human beings, I assure you.- Come.
Climb up to the lounge with me and relax, and I will try to

answer your questions as best I can."

Hesitantly, they both followed him, still glancing occasion-
ally at the total dark that masked whoever or whatever could
manage oars that had to weigh a ton or more each.

It was quickly obvious that they were the only passengers,
and the lounge, as Ruddygore had called it, was deserted --
but they had obviously been expected. A number of wooden
chairs and benches were around, looking a bit shopworn but
not too bad; in the rear, around the stack and its housing, was
a large buffet table filled with cold platters and pitchers of

something or other.

"Just take what you want whenever you feel hungry," the

sorcerer told them. "The red jugs are a fair rose, the yellow a
decent if slightly warm ale. Use any of the flagons you see --

they're public."

The engines suddenly speeded up, and there was the faint

but definite sensation of moving, moving back out into the

dark. But moving where? And on what sea?

"What are we floating on -- desert?" the woman asked.
Ruddygore cut himself a hunk of cheese, poured some wine,

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