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It didn't occur to her to start worrying. For the first eight years of her life the world had been a particularly boring place and now that it was becoming interesting Esk wasn't about to act ungrateful.
The distant whistler was joined by a barking dog. Esk lay back in the wool and reached out until she found the animal's mind, and Borrowed it gently. From its inefficient and disorganised brain she learned that there were at least four people on this barge, and many more on the others that were strung out in line with it on the river. Some of them seemed to be children.
She let the animal go and looked out at the scenery again for a long time - the barge was passing between high orange cliffs now, banded with so many colours of rock it looked as though some hungry God had made the all-time record club sandwich - and tried to avoid the next thought. But it persisted, arriving in her mind like the unexpected limbo dancer under the lavatory door of Life. Sooner or later she would have to go out. It wasn't her stomach that was pressing the point, but her bladder brooked no delay.
Perhaps if she
The oilcloth over her head was pulled aside swiftly and a big bearded head beamed down at her.
“Well, well,” it said. “What have we here, then? A stowaway, yesno?”
Esk gave it a stare. “Yes,” she said. There seemed no sense in denying it. “Could you help me out please?”
“Aren't you afraid I shall throw you to the - the pike?” said the head. It noticed her perplexed look. “Big freshwater fish,” it added helpfully. “Fast. Lot of teeth. Pike.”
o;Would you like to go to sleep in a big feather bed, all nice and warm?”
Esk looked at her gratefully, even while vaguely realizing that the woman had a face just like an eager ferret, and nodded.
You're right. It's going to take more than a passing woodchopper to sort this out.
Granny, meanwhile, was two streets away. She was also, by the standards of other people, lost. She would not see it like that. She knew where she was, it was just that everywhere else didn't.
It has already been mentioned that it is much harder to detect a human mind than, say, the mind of a fox. The human mind, seeing this as some kind of a slur, wants to know why. This is why.
Animal minds are simple, and therefore sharp. Animals never spend time dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, /c/ run away from, and /d) rocks. This frees the mind from unnecessary thoughts and gives it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never tries to walk and chew gum at the same time.
The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things around the clock, on all sorts of levels, with interruptions from dozens of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said, and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once. It is a complete FM waveband - and some of those stations aren't reputable, they're outlawed pirates on forbidden seas who play late-night records with limbic lyrics.
Granny, trying to locate Esk by mind magic alone, was trying to find a straw in a haystack.
She was not succeeding, but enough blips of sense reached her through the heterodyne wails of a thousand brains all thinking at once to convince her that the world was, indeed, as silly as she had always believed it was.
She met Hilta at the corner of the street. She was carrying her broomstick, the better to conduct an aerial search (with great stealth, however; the men of Ohulan were right behind Stay Long Ointment but drew the line at flying women). She was distraught.
“Not so much as a hint of her,” said Granny.
“Have you been down to the river? She might have fallen in!”
“Then she'd have just fallen out again. Anyway, she can swim. I think she's hiding, drat her.”
“What are we going to do?”
Granny gave her a withering look. “Hilta Goatfounder, I'm ashamed of you, acting like a cowin. Do I look worried?”
Hilta peered at her.
“You do. A bit. Your lips have gone all thin.”
“I'm just angry, that's all.”
“Gypsies always come here for the fair, they might have taken her.”
Granny was prepared to believe anything about city folk but here she was on firmer ground.
“Then they're a lot dafter than I'd give them credit for,” she snapped. “Look, she's got the staff.”
“What good would that do?” said Hilta, who was close to tears.
