he 'd looked enough times at the page to know the map by heart . the man at the head of the table said something to the others . she looked over the horizon at the dozen or so bodies bobbing up and down , waiting to ride a wave into shore . beneath it was a linen envelope containing a number of blank paper strips and a tiny storage-pen . not fully at any rate - but then he 's never been entirely asleep either . '' this gold can not fall into the wrong hands , he responded . 