It was warm inside, pungent and gloomy, daylight shut out by the badly cured skin walls. His eyes adjusted. The interior looked pleasing, though, considering what he’d had to work with; he’d even found sheepskins to strew over the grass as well as a number of hangings, not that Solwaer would care.“Hello, Signy.”“What do you want?” The girl was standing as far away from him as the space allowed. She did not sound welcoming.“It is close to evening.”“I know that.” Signy raised her chin. She stared at him steadily. Idorn cleared his throat. “I see you’ve been given food.” The charred haunch of something, perhaps a rabbit, lay on a wooden platter. The meat was untouched, and flies buzzed around it, disturbed by his entrance.“I am not hungry.”“You should eat to keep up your strength.”Signy laughed heartily. “Why?”He admired the defiance and felt some pity for the useless courage that drove her spirit. But despite what Edor had proposed, this girl might survive, still, if she allowed herself to be pragmatic.
