"A smaller group is more likely to reach landfall than a large group," said the Kor shaman. "The Hand of Marr will guide us, my beloved." Kraofla pulled her cloak more closely to her throat. "Mithaniel Marr will surely guide us; but what guides them? What drives the hunters to continue the pursuit?" "I do not know," her life-mate responded sadly. "They have tracked us through swamp and forest and river. We have but to make our way to the landing." "And for what purpose?" she thought to herself, drifting asleep again. "Who can help us? Who will help us?"