"We but retrace the steps of our ancestors, Murduup," said Nideep. They slathered on layer upon layer of rich river mud to protect their skin from the salty sea air. "As they travelled to the cities of men to seek help, so do we." "Our ancestors travelled the paths on foot," grumbled Murduup. "Stowing away on a ship is beneath the dignity of our people, Nideep. Have we come to this at last?" "Our people have suffered many things. The loss of dignity is the least of our concerns." "Someone comes!" "Who is left?" Murduup croaked softly. "Fro-aaak?"