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A memory:
From Brian Jacques' Pearls of Lutra, Chapter 40, pp 244:
Durral cradled Romsca's head as he ladled soup into her mouth. "I'm afraid it's only dried fish and ship's biscuit with some water, but 'tis the best I could do, friend. You saved my life, and you were good to Viola too. Without you we would both have fallen victim to those lizards long ago. Drink up, now."
Romsca turned her mouth away from the ladle. “Water, just give us a drop of water, matey. I'm parched."
The Abbot carefully guided a beaker to her mouth. Romsca sipped the liquid and winked faintly at him. "You 'earken t'me, Durral, y'could never sail this tub back ter Mossflower, but she's bound due west, and with luck y'll landfall at the isle of Sampetra. I've got mates there, tell 'em yore my pal. 'Tis yer only chance, may'ap they'll 'elp you..."
Durral cradled Romsca's head as he ladled soup into her mouth. "I'm afraid it's only dried fish and ship's biscuit with some water, but 'tis the best I could do, friend. You saved my life, and you were good to Viola too. Without you we would both have fallen victim to those lizards long ago. Drink up, now."
Romsca turned her mouth away from the ladle. “Water, just give us a drop of water, matey. I'm parched."
The Abbot carefully guided a beaker to her mouth. Romsca sipped the liquid and winked faintly at him. "You 'earken t'me, Durral, y'could never sail this tub back ter Mossflower, but she's bound due west, and with luck y'll landfall at the isle of Sampetra. I've got mates there, tell 'em yore my pal. 'Tis yer only chance, may'ap they'll 'elp you..."