and accepted the proffered mug eagerly. “I’ll tell you one thing
that does look interesting, Ruddi,” he went on, nodding toward the
table. “That piece of skull in the first tray-number nineteen. Have
you noticed the formation of the brow ridges? Now, it could well be
an example of. .
In the mud by the side of the stream below, the wrist unit rocked
back and forth to the pulsing ripples that every few seconds rose
to disturb the delicate equilibrium of the position into which it
had fallen. After a while, a rib of sand beneath it was washed away
and it tumbled over into a hollow, where it lodged among the
swirling, muddy water. By nightfall, the lower half of the casing
was already embedded in silt. By the following morning, the hollow
had disappeared. Just one arm of the bracelet remained, standing up
out of the sand below the rippling surface. The arm bore an
inscription, which, if translated, would have read: KORIEL.