The Journals of Josloy/Jurdes 27, 5680
A month of traveling northeast along the mountains finally resulted in success. The passage through the mountains is before us, a gap between two ridges, with a valley between them. It appears to lead to the northeast, so I believe it curves back to the west somewhere beyond the horizon. How high would Dawn need to be on a giant bat to see all that? I cannot say how long it will take us to travel through this pass. However, there is no want for water. A river flows out of this pass, and we should be able to follow it at least partway.
A strange grass grows sparsely on the hillsides we pass. It’s short and curly, and doesn’t seem to produce any noticeable grain. It might feed grazing livestock, but certainly not people. The grass is also interspersed with patches of a strange white moss and colored lichens. I am curious if this is the type of flora found along the entire passage, or if there are other plants waiting for us to find them.
As we traveled today, Tora’Sor played the melody of an old lullaby on her pipe. I think every child hears it at least once, but it’s not very commonly sung. Every line, which can be different depending on the singer and the situation, ends with the phrase or a variant of the phrase time will run out. The song also lacks more than the most basic melody. It’s just a short sequence of notes, with each of the five lines increasing in pitch from the previous line. Some people call the tune haunting, since it supposedly originated during a time long ago when boys were conscripted and sent to war as soon as they were old enough. If there was anything they wanted to do with their lives, they had to do it before their time ran out. Interestingly, Dawn and Boktoseethet had never heard the song before. Kellon sang his own humorous rendition of several lines for them.
- If I cannot get home, time will run out.
- There is much to do, until time runs out.
- I must write my book, before time runs out.
- Else, people won’t read since my time ran out.
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