“Lo Pauli was the last to return - he was sent the farthest, to the very stern, to where Liszt’s central keelson trunk turns into a thick stem. As soon as Pauli had caught his breath, Logwit Romero briefly inquired: “Well? Logwit was gloomy.” And, alas, the hunter had nothing to please him with. “It’s drying up,” he said guiltily. “It’s almost dried up, all yellow, like holly in the heat...”