The shaman convulsively sucks some air in and carries on with a weakening voice. "Find! Lamashtu's Womb, up th

The shaman convulsively sucks some air in and carries on with a weakening voice. "Find! Lamashtu's Womb, up the river! Home of greatbeasts, seed-breedery! Leave guards so no one come in, and go back, back — make the longshanks gulp! Taint more, more! Sow man-death! All seeds be planted, all... make it... before..." The light in the shaman's eyes is growing dim.