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.Smoke, even when not seen, could be smelled for miles.The silth saw and understood their discomfort.The taller might have agreed with them, once the cooking was finished, but the elder was in a stubborn mood, not about to take advice from anyone.The fire burned on.The huntresses had dug a hollow beneath the fallen tree large enough for the five of them, and deep enough to shelter them from the wind entirely.As the sun rose, the silth crept into the shelter and bundled against one another for warmth.Marika was not far behind.Only in sleep would she find surcease from aches both physical and spiritual.Grauel followed her.But Barlog did not."Where is Barlog?" Marika asked, half asleep already.It was a morning in which the world was still.There was no sound except the whine of the wind and the crackle of frozen tree branches.When the wind died momentarily, there was, too, a distinct rushing sound, water surging through rapids in the river.Most places, as Marika had seen, the river was entirely frozen over and indistinguishable from the rest of the landscape."She will watch," Grauel replied.The silth had said nothing about setting a watch.Had, in fact, implied that even asleep they could sense the approach of strangers long before the huntresses might.Marika just nodded and let sleep take her.She half wakened when Barlog came to trade places with Grauel, and again when Grauel changed with Barlog once more.But she remained completely unaware of anything the next time Barlog came inside.She did not waken because that was when she was ensnarled in the first of the dreams.A dark place.Stuffy.Fear.Weakness and pain.Fever and thirst and hunger.A musty smell and cold dampness.But most of all pain and hunger and the terror of death.It was like no dream Marika had ever had, and there was no escaping it.It was a dream in which nothing ever happened.It was a static state of being, almost the worst she could imagine.Nightmares were supposed to revolve around flight, pursuit, the inexorable approach of something dread, tireless, and without mercy.But this was like being in the mind of someone dying slowly inside a cave.Inside the mind of someone insane, barely aware of continued life.She wakened to smoke and smells and silence.The wind had ceased blowing.For a while she lay there shuddering, trying to make sense of the dream.The Wise insisted dreams were true, though seldom literal.But it slipped away too quickly, too soon became nothing more than a state of malaise.Grauel had a fresh fire blazing and food cooking when Marika finally crawled out of the shelter.The sun was well on its way down.Night would be along soon after they ate, packed, and took care of personal essentials.She settled beside Grauel, took over tending the fire.Barlog joined them a moment later, while the silth were still stretching and grumbling inside the shelter."They are out there," Barlog said.Grauel nodded."Just watching right now.But we will hear from them before we reach the packfast."Grauel nodded again.She said, "Do not bother our superior witches with it.They know most all there is to know.They must know this, too."Barlog grunted."Walk warily tonight.And stay close.Marika, stay alert.If something happens, just get down into the snow.Dive right in and let it bury you if you can."Marika put another piece of wood onto the fire.She said nothing, and did nothing, till the taller silth came from the shelter, stretched, and surveyed the surrounding land.She came to the fire and checked the cook pot.Her nose wrinkled momentarily.Travel rations were not tasty, even to huntresses accustomed to eating them.She said, "We will pass the rapids soon after nightfall.We will walk atop the river after that.The going will be easiest there."Aside, Barlog told Marika, "So we traveled coming east.The river is much easier than the forest, where you never know what lies beneath the snow.""Will the ice hold?""The ice is several feet thick.It will hold anything."As though the silth were not there, Grauel said, "There are several wide places in the river where we will be very exposed visually.And several narrow places ideal for an ambush." She described what lay ahead in detail, for Marika's benefit.The silth was irked but said nothing.The older came out of the shelter and asked, "Is that pot ready?""Almost," Grauel replied.Rested, even the older silth was more cooperative.She began moving snow about so that their pause here would be less noticeable after their departure.Grauel and Barlog exchanged looks, but did not tell her she was wasting her time."Let them believe what they want to believe," Barlog said.The taller silth caught that and responded with a puzzled expression.None of the three Degnan told her they thought the effort pointless because the nomads knew where they were already.Biter rose early that night, full and in headlong flight from Chaser, which was not far behind.The travelers reached the river as that second major moon rose, setting their shadows aspin.Once again the silth wanted to push hard.This time Grauel and Barlog refused to be pushed.They moved at their own pace, weapons in paw, seeming to study every step before they took it.Marika sensed that they were very tense
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