Description Folder 427 Transcript (DCI) star in a black pool, and the faint lisp of water. "Maji m'zuri!" repeated my guide. I dropped on all fours, bent low, and drank; the water was cool and sweet. Little secret sounds as of insects -- little glimmers like elfin eyes -- a dead leaf fell to the water's surface and floated past my nose. "Tut kwnda?" (Shall we be going?) I said, getting to my feet. My host led the way up a branch canyon over a riot of...