“O,” Zoltan stated. “What? Where?” Dandelion asked, standing up in his stirrups and looking down into the ravine in the direction the dwarf was pointing. “I can’t see anything!” “O.” “Don’t drivel like your parrot! What do you mean ‘oh’?” “It’s a stream,” Zoltan calmly explained. “A right-bank tributary of the Chotla. It’s called the O.” “Ey…” “Not a bit of it!” Percival Schuttenbach laughed. “The A joins the Chotla upstream, some way from here. That’s the O, not the A.”
