Blade Of The Lucan: A Memory Of Anstractor - Plot & Excerpts
But that was a sauna compared to the temperature on the side of the mountain. She was adding the finishing touches to an elaborate lean-to when the cold sent daggers through her fingers and made them numb. She was still wet and the night air was freezing, but she was determined to finish the hut that would keep her dry and hidden from any patrols. Marian secured the logs and adjusted the branches, blocking any hole that she could see. She wondered if she had enough bushes to conceal the shelter from the Fels. When she trained as a Phaser, part of the survival course had been to build a lean-to out of fallen branches. It was very much like the one she had to build now, a rushed shelter, which was undetectable by the enemy. She felt unsure and out of practice, and though the shelter was imperfect, she hoped it would be enough to keep her alive. After torturing herself with doubts and suppositions, she decided that what she’d built would have to do.
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