Tell me, Ublala, what did you see when you walked across the bottom of the canal?’ ‘Mud.’ ‘What else?’ ‘Junk.’ ‘What else? What were you walking on?’ ‘Bodies. Bones. Crayfish, crabs. Old nets. Broken pots, furniture—’ ‘Furniture?’ Tehol asked. ‘Serviceable furniture?’ ‘Well, there was a chair. But I didn’t sit in it.’
