I will not tell my sufferings.

Suffice it to say that I found a spring and some fruit, and just before dusk had recovered enough to writhe up to the top of the wall and discover where I was.
The place was one of the farther islets of the Nan-Matal.

To the north I caught the shadows of the ruins of Nan-Tauach, where was the moon door, black against the sky.

Where was the moon door--which, someway, somehow, I must reach, and quickly.
At dawn of the next day I got together driftwood and bound it together in shape of a rough raft with fallen creepers.

Then, with a makeshift paddle, I set forth for Nan-Tauach.