"The tide has trapped the boys on a rock," Rian gasped, pressing hand to side, "and still rises!"
Down the track they ran; across the machair and, panting, up the dunes. There—on one of the islets at the foot of the tower hill: Hanadan and Guaire waved their arms and cried out, shrill as seabirds.
Saelon stared, then blew in exasperated relief. "They will not drown. See the green beneath their feet? That is samphire, which will not grow where washed by wave. Young fools! If they hunger, let them eat it, and may the fright teach them caution!"
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