Location: The Suhe ford — the bare slope; the notch; the water
Date: 12 Frostforge 9943 AZI, Restday, first light → mid-morning
Realm: Lower Realm
Beeswax, close under her nose. She'd worked it into the string at Kaelport.
That, and the wood of the stock, and her own breath going back past her cheek and smoking off into the cold. Nothing else. The slope had gone very quiet. The crying in the line had stopped as if somebody had shut a door on it, and the river behind her was the only sound in the valley.
Thirty paces. A little uphill.
Coyle's heel went again.
It went on a patch where the frost lay over a flat stone, and his weight went back, and his knife hand came away from the child's jaw to catch his balance, out and down, a hand's width. A hand's width was all of it.
Meifen loosed.
