"Yes. We will cross the island--out the lagoon--riding the dhranes as
they swim."
Memory of the island--the arcade--the lagoon and the lake came to
Frannie. The island! It seemed so remote, so gigantic. This vast rocky
waste surrounding them now was only a small patch of white sand beside
the arcade wall.
She said swiftly, "Leela, ask him how we can ever do that when we are
so small? Why, it must be hundreds of miles--for us in this size--just
to reach the shore of the island."
"I told him that. He said, 'Of course.' He said he has been riding from
the thicket ever since he got small enough to avoid Brett's sight.
While they were still diminishing they were riding. He was afraid Brett
would see them--but he had to take that chance."
"I mean," said Frannie breathlessly, "tell him we must get larger. It
is too far in this small size. Tell him you know the island and the
lake well--we will help him escape----"