Joaquim soldiered after Ruperto into the jungle as he made a series of turns. The elder dwarf would shift his kamison backward, turn right, shift it forward, turn left, and so on. On every corner he turned, Joaquim would find the sunrise constantly changing its position. Somehow they were jumping forward into different places. There was no way to tell where they were headed. But even without a map or a guide, the elder dwarf seemed to know what he was doing. Nonetheless, Joaquim found it nauseating.

Finally, they arrived at an expansive wetland. Hundreds of migratory birds flocked the fields. To the east, Joaquim spotted the unmistakable silhouette of Mount Arayat. By magic, they were a hundred miles north. They had traveled faster than an airplane would from Batangas to Central Luzon.

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