"Brittany is not so large."
"Did I say I live in Brittany?" She caught up the robe and flung it
around her shoulders, and then she said, "All right, Michael, follow
me. I'd like that. Follow me as far as you can!"
She left him, going swiftly over the tumbled rocks. Trehearne watched
her until she was out of sight, not moving from where he stood. After a
long while his gaze was drawn to the sand and the patterns that Shairn
had traced there. Amid the aimless, rambling lines a word stood out in
large clear letters.