Xetal stopped to listen to the river’s flow, for suddenly it had changed. “He is beginning to understand,” the river sang. “Who?” Xetal asked. “The man standing on the bank of the Shenandoa,” the river replied. Xetal gasped in amazement, “The Shenandoa? But that river is many days’ journey away. How could you know?” The river flowed quietly for several moments before she sang again, “All waters are one, my child. They either flow into the same ocean or evaporate into the sky when they rain down onto all of the rivers of the earth. That is how I know.”