The company watched from a distance. Each man walking toward the sea would walk out onto the ice and to its edge where he would kneel and fill his bowl with water. Then he would rise and walk back toward the ridge and disappear among the dunes.
The company moved among the dunes to see where the men would go. There was an opening in the ridge, like a notch, a couple meters wide at the ground. Blocking the way into the gorge was a large stone altar; its top surface divided into two faces gently sloped toward each other and back toward the gorge.
Each man would dump the water from his stone bowl onto the altar so that it trickled to the backside of the altar and into the gorge. Then he would turn around and walk back to the sea. The men took no notice of the company, and the company camped nearby that night.
In the morning, the strange priests were gone and had taken captive some of the company. Discouraged, the company continued their march on the beach. They discovered more altars at openings in the ridge, and one day at noontime they came upon a village of homes cut into the ridge itself.
The demented people of the village, all clothed in the black leather of sea serpents and armed with silver swords, men, women, and children, attacked the company. They kept perfect silence through the attack, and stayed silent when they were driven to the edge of the ice, and stayed silent even until the last of them drowned in the arctic water.
The company overturned the altar in the stone village and from its place crossed down into the gorge to search for their lost companions. In the gorge, they found that the world grew thin. Several slipped into portals, and were devoured by demons. In their desperation, they protected their minds from the demons’ torment by singing and dancing and running together until they reached the end of the gorge and took shelter in the forested hills.
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