"Where is it?"
"In the vehicle. But we have no time to get it."
"I think it would not be of much use."
"No. I don't think so either. But all I've got is this." He displayed a
knife whose blade, as long as his hand, slid back into its handle for a
sheath.
"Good," she said. He replaced the knife. They climbed into the boat.
Martt shoved it off.
In a moment they were beyond the quiet lagoon, heading out into the
starlit lake, with the lights of the island fading behind them.