Then a smooth, green swathe of water curled up on either side.

She looked aft, and saw a broad torrent of froth, foaming like a furious, rapid stream away from the stern.

The houses and trees on the shore seemed to run into each other, and slide out of sight almost before the eye could rest upon them.

The water alongside was merely a blue-green blur.

Nitocris involuntarily held her breath as though she had been out on deck.
"It is wonderful, Prince!" she said, almost in a whisper.