midday
And soon we saw the tide of the Sea himself advancing resolute between Yann 's borders , and Yann sprang lithely at him and they struggled awhile ; then Yann and all that was his were pushed back northward , so that the sailors had to hoist the sails and , the wind being favorable , we still held onwards . And we passed Gondara and Narl and Haz . And we saw memorable , holy Golnuz , and heard the pilgrims praying . When we awoke after the midday rest we were coming near to Nen , the last of the cities on the River Yann . And the jungle was all about us once again , and about Nen ; but the great Mloon ranges stood up over all things , and watched the city from beyond the jungle . Here we anchored , and the captain and I went up into the city and found that the Wanderers had come into Nen . And the Wanderers were a weird , dark , tribe , that once in every seven years came down from the peaks of Mloon , having crossed by a pass that is known to them from some fantastic land that lies beyond .