For one thing, it appears that the zones themselves are in flux." "What?" "It's not that unheard of. Small shifts are going on all the time. That's a major purpose for bottom-lugger ships: to track the changes. We're having the bad luck to run through the middle of the uncertainty." Actually, Ravna had known that interface turbulence was high at the Bottom below here. She just didn't think of it in grandiose terms like "zone shifting"; she also hadn't realized it was serious enough to affect them yet. "Okay. How bad can it get then? How much can it slow us?" "Oh my." Blueshell rolled to the far wall; he was standing on starry sky now. "It would be nice to be a Low Skroderider. So many problems my high calling brings me. I wish I could be deep in surf right now, thinking on olden memories." Of other days in the surf. Greenstalk carried on for him: "It's not 'the tide,
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