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Because some of the people there are immortal."
"They don't die?" I asked, never quite sure of the accuracy of my translatomat.
"They don't die," she said indifferently. "Now, the Prinjo Archipelago is a lovely place for a restful fortnight." Her pencil moved southward across the map of the Great Sea of Yendi. My gaze remained on the large, lonely Island of the Immortals. I pointed to it.
"Is there a hotel—there?"
"There are no tourist facilities. Just cabins for the diamond hunters."
"There are diamond mines?"
"Probably," she said. She had become dismissive.
"What makes it dangerous?"
"The flies."
"Biting flies? Do they carry disease?"
"No." She was downright sullen by now.
"I'd like to try it for a few days," I said, as winningly as I could. "Just to find out if I'm brave. If I get scared, I'll come right back. Give me an open flight back."
"No airport."
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