Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

the way that crowfeather reacted drove all thoughts of pain from germanicus. he became fixed to the mobility of the other's mouth. he had felt that mention of the pagans against might put him in a state, but this time it did not. "it means you do not know my gods."

it meant that crowfeather did not know his world. not the one of men, grouped together at the front. not the bonds made during the end of boyhood, which came at the beginning of your first battle. not how these bonds became tempered, and more. 

not the agony of your lover, slain while you lived on.

not that sort of hell.

germanicus let out his breath in a rush and looked to the river. "where should we ford?" too abrupt. but it must be this way.