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Enough not to use any of Raif Sevrance's many names. Addie waited, chin up, toe tapping, eyebrows like frozen brambles.

The Sull warrior's mouth twitched once, and then he executed a bow with perfect animal grace. "I am Ilya Spinebreaker, and I welcome you to the camp of Yiselle No Knife. Come, let us take shelter. A quarter-moon rises this night" He did not wait on a response, simply turned and headed across the ledge to the farthest tent.

Raif and Addie exchanged a glance. "I'll bet they'll have some fine tea herbs," the cragsman said.

Three horses in the corral, Raif corrected himself as he followed the Sull warrior and Addie at a slower pace. A set of fresh tracks led northeast, the snow around the edges crumbly, not smooth like the other older tracks. One away then. A firewell had been built at the center of the ledge and sharpened staves thrust between the rocks held a bear carcass, skinned and drained of blood. Raif shivered, wished he and Addie had gone north.

The heat of the tent was dizzying and Raif immediately felt the blood rush to his head. His instinct was to strip off his cloak and sealskins and throw cold water over his face and neck, but this was not the place for that. Here he would have to burn.

Yiselle No Knife rose from her position of sitting, cross-legged on a prayer mat woven from indigo silk. She was slender and tall, with long hands and a narrow waist. Her skin was so pale it looked almost blue. Night-black hair was pulled back from her face, revealing the flawless features of a head carved in stone. She could have been sixty years old or less than thirty, so little did the smooth blue surface give away. The gyrfalcon that had inspected them earlier sat on suede gauntlet at her wrist. Its claws had not been blunted and formed a row of six knives on the glove. The bird watched Raif with cold black eyes ringed in yellow skin. Its breast feathers were lightly spotted and were plumped out in warning. The Spinebreaker told Yiselle No Knife their names, and she spoke them back with bites of her teeth. Raif responded to the name «Deerhunter» and bowed.

She regarded him with a glimmer of disbelief. Her dress was formed from the skin of newborn calves that had been whitened with lead. The fabric was so fine he could see the individual outline of each breast. "Break bread with me" she invited, indicating with her free hand they should sit.

Raif and Addie sat on silk mats. Beneath them was bare rock. To one side, a silver brazier containing rock fuel so pure it burned without smoke gave off light and heat. To the other side lay a thin silk mattress and a shoulder-high perch for the bird. The tent was full with four people. Raif could smell Yiselle No Knife's scent, the faint alien pungency of Sull.

No one spoke while she sat the bird and retrieved a small lacquered box from the shadowy apron of the tent. The Spinebreaker stood in front of the tent flap, in a position almost exactly behind Raif, meaning to make him feel watched. Yiselle pulled off her gauntlet revealing a right hand subtly different than her left one. The fingernails sat higher and the fingers were leaner and slightly webbed Raif wondered if this was the reason behind her name.

Kneeing opposite htm and Addic she placed the box on the ground, opened it, and took out a tablet of moistureless bread. Placing the table in her left palm, she used her strange lean right hand to break it into pieces. She offered it first to Addie, then to Raif, then to the Sull warrior. "May the moon that brings harvest never fail," she said, and placed a crumb beneath her tongue.

Raif tried to swallow. The bread wouldn't go down and he had to let it sit at the back of his throat until it softened. Yiselle No Knife offered no water. Rising, she threw the remaining crumbs on the fire. They crackled like iron filings.

"What brings you east?" she asked Addie.

"Hunting," he said.

"It is not good. Perhaps you should turn back."

The heat of the fire peeled sweat from Raif s skin. Behind him he could hear the Spinebreaker's sword harness creaking.

"Lady," Addie said, "you seemed to have little trouble finding that fine bear draining above your campfire."

The gyrfalcon shrieked, sidling from one end of its perch to the other. Yiselle No Knife closed the lid on the box. "Your friend is injured," she told Addie. "The further you go the further you will have to return alone."

The bread set like cement in Raifs throat. At his side, Addie brushed a drop of moisture from the tip of his nose to give himself time to think. Raif wondered if it was icemelt from his eyebrows or sweat. "I'm keeping an eye on my friend. You need not trouble your self on his behalf."

"Do you know how to start a stopped heart?"

Addie stood. "Lady, a sheepman can always recognize a wolf, I thank you for the bread, but I'll hear no more. Raif." The moment he spoke the word Raif he sucked back air. Yiselle No Knife's eyes glit tered. Her gaze jumped to Raif.

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