He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his side. She looked up at him, nothing but her eyes visible between the sheepskin hat, topped by her cloak’s hood, and the shawl across her lower face. A snowflake landed on her eyelashes. He wanted to kiss it away before it melted, but his own face was equally swathed. “Cold?” “No, not really, not yet. I daresay I shall be if we have to sit for long.” She laughed, to his astonishment. “Do you recall telling Captain Hamid death by freezing is not unpleasant? I hope you are right.” “We are not going to find out. If there is no sign of the storm abating soon, I shall go on and fetch help. On foot I can feel my way, and the village cannot be very far ahead.” “Three or four miles. You are not going without me, James.” “My legs are longer, to plough through the snow, and I’m heavier, less likely to be blown over the edge.” “But if you were blown over, I’d rather fall with you than be left to freeze alone.
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