... At night, fog, as expected, began to rise, and by midnight had reached the height of the city of wicker. All boats that had previously hung in the air white floating on the surface now. The boat was found Bastian-a flat boat, a hundred feet in length, was released from its moorings and moved slowly toward the vastness of the Sea of \u200b\u200bFog night.
already at first glance, Bastian was asked what means of propulsion could do to move that kind of ship, which had no sails or oars, or propeller. Candles, as he knew, had not been for nothing, because on Skaidan reigned almost always calm, and oars or propellers could not advance through the fog. The forces driving the boat was completely different.
Bastian had taken at first this strange behavior by a special ceremony or practice whose meaning eluded him. Only the third travel day asked one of his three friends, who had sat beside her. He seemed to turn missed the wonder of Bastian and explained that the men moved the ship with his imaginación.De time, Bastian could not understand the explanation and asked if some wheels powering ocultas. "No," replied the sailor of the fog . When you move your legs, do not you just imagine? Or do you have to move through gears? ...
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