Sargolis

There is a grassland – not quite a prairie, nor quite a savanna, where shaggy beasts graze under a wide sky. There was a river across the land once; now there is only a stream in a wide bed. There was a smooth highway of pale stone; now if you skip, you can travel by jumping long jumps from one gently slanted stone to another. Where the river met the highway on this grassland, there was a great ci…