"We're almost there," said Thomas, self-appointed navigator. "Go straight ahead now and we should just about hit the landing-stage."
"We usually do," muttered Clarissa, who was rowing.
"Tish was busily rehearsing the password in a quiet voice, "Rosen-rot, Rosen-rot-"
"Don't talk so loud," I said. "Remember how voices carry across the water. We don't want the Tall Man to hear us-"
"You need not wor-r-ry," said Meieli's acid voice from the darkness beside us. "He has heard you. The Tall Man has just gone."
From The Tall Man, Chapter 4, Rendezvous with a Robber.
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