Very close beside it, in fact. For,
who could haul a finished ship? Even a rowing bark was carried upon
it's owner's back no further from the sea than absolutely necessary,
which for such a one happened to be the grass-tufted dunes just beyond
the line of the high water mark.
But as for Noah, the vessel which he was building was enormous, and was
referred to as an ark. A great ark. It was so far from the sea that all
peoples in the land round about him had begun to mock him for his
foolishness.
According to the trader, this Noah was declaring openly to all who
would listen, that he had a direct revelation from the one true God,
the God of legendary Adam himself. Adam, who was rumored to have first
pronounced the long outmoded and unpopular prohibition against any
making of idols.
At this, everyone paused to turn and stare thoughtfully at Si'Wren, who
froze and, after a momentary, unintentional confrontation with them
all, dropped her eyes humbly and stared red-faced down at her clay
tablet and ivory marking sticks. She suddenly wished her hair was not
braided, that she might hide her face even partially from their eyes,
behind it's natural veil.
The trader paused and stared at her also, clearly wondering why they
should all react in so peculiar a fashion, as to respond by singling
out a mere Scribe, and a female at that, for such untimely scrutiny as
this.
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