“Did you see Zülbassar?” Beau asked. His voice still held the drawl of the Kentuckian he had once been.
“No,” Father said, ” we left the ni’gaut with its fellows at the cliffs of Sairjuud.”
Beau nodded as if he knew of the place. “I haven’t been there either. There’s a whole lot of down that I still need to see. “