Unknown Artist Wave Rider

Unknown Artist Wave RiderJohannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water JugJohannes Vermeer The Procuress
complete ignorance, and whose small reed boat had been in the path of the fleet and had got swept along. Since his tribe believed that there were only fifty-one people in the world, worshiped a giant newt, spoke a very personal language which no one else understood, and had never seen metal or fire before, he was spending a lot of time wearing a puzzled grin."Fella's just standing there," he said.
"Could be a spy," said Borvorius.
"Don't see how he could be a spy in his own country," said Argavisti. "Anyway, if he was a spy he'd be creepin' around. That's how you can tell."
The figure had stopped at the foot of the dunes. There was something about it that drew the eye. Argavisti had faced many an opposing army, and this was normal. One patiently waiting figure was not. He found he kept turning to Clearly they had reached a shore, not of proper mud and reeds, but of very small gritty bits. He lugged his little reed boat up the sand, and sat down with interest to see what the men in the feathery hats and shiny fish-scale vests were going to do next.General Argavisti scanned the beach."They must have seen us coming," he said. "So why would they let us establish a beachhead?"Heat haze wavered over the dunes. A dot appeared, growing and contracting in the shimmering air.More troops poured ashore.General Argavisti shaded his eyes against the sun.