What e ya wantin a beach Zafara for, Lance?
Torrents demanded. I see no point ter it! Tha’s because, mate, yeh don’ see like I see! He tapped his head knowingly; Torrents shook his head. Yer one mad bird, Lance. Completely ignoring Torrents, Lance said, Since yeh asked, Torrents, I s’ppose I’ll tell ya. Legends have it tha’ a beach Zafara can find treasure better’n any other pet, better ‘n those treasure huntin’ Doglefoxes! He motioned to one of his lackeys, the Grarrl who’d supervised me while I was doing cabin-pet work. The Grarrl, looking strangely reluctant, passed his boss a small package wrapped up in brown paper. I expected Lance to unwrap the thing slowly, but maybe his craziness made him impatient too. He ripped the paper away like kids with Christmas presents- and held out an island paint brush. A beach Zafara should have a proper coat! Lance shouted, clearly delirious. To the Tonu, he said, Hand over the water! The Tonu passed Lance a small, chipped jar full of strangely reflective water; I could see my face in it…but
