Ankat smiles. "The woman tells you there are sinkholes and snakes, and the streams tend to change paths after every winter's rains, but she can give you a general idea. She takes a few twigs from the collection of kindling, a kerchief from her pocket, and a couple of pebbles, and lays out something approximating a map. There are lots of references to the land of farmers you don't know, but you gather that the meditation center is a three- or four-hour walk, roughly to the north and east, and that the surrounding land is fairly flat."