The First Book of Lost Swords
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alternatly walking and sleeping all through the night, never quite sure at any given moment wheather or not he was sleeping, Zoltan was carried steadily upstream at the pace of a modest walk. He was still sitting in the water, and could feel the movement of it around his body, but he had no sensations of wetness or cold. This bizarre mode of transportation was soft and effortless, and wheather he was borne up falls or or rapids, or along streaches of river that were almost level, the speed was un varying.
Another add on the the saga of Swords, this one concerns the two usual characters of Mark, who has become the Prince of Tasavalta through marraige (see, it's reasons like that that you should've read the last few books!) and the large Ben of Perkinje, along with a new character, Zoltan, nephew to Mark. In this story all three are forced to set out seperatly, all on a quest regarding the Swords, while mark himself must find the stolen Sword woundhealer so that Mark's son, Adrian, can be healed of horrible health problems that have plagued him since birth. This story takes place several years after the others, but the story has not diminished in the slightest.
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