eak the window the window is the most magic thing it can take us anywhere, almost please, please, don’t
eak it, shawn don’t”
morgan was shaking the fluttering rags she wore seemed faded and shabby suddenly, and her rings did not sparkle she was just a crazy old woman shawn lowered the heavy glass windwolf “i want my clothing, and my sword, and my skis and food lots and lots of food
ing it to me and maybe i won’t
eak your window, liar do you hear me”
and morgan, no longer full of magic, nodded and did as she was told shawn watched her in silence
they never spoke again
during the fourth deepwinter of her life, the family numbered two hundred and thirty-seven, fully a hundred of them children but game was scarce, even in the third year after freeze, and shawn could see the hard cold times approaching the voice was a kind woman who found it hard to make the decisions that had to be made, but shawn knew what was ing she was the second eldest of those in carinhall one night she stole some food -just enough, two weeks’ traveling supply - and a pair of skis, left carinhall at dawn, and spared the voice the giving of the order
she was not so fast as she had been when she was young the journey took closer to three weeks than to two, and she was lean and weak when she finally entered the ruined city
but the ship was just as she had left it
extremes of heat and cold had cracked th