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yes! she knew, because kigipigak had come in such rudeness to her, painted in the scent of her daughter's most intimate embrace. and yet, he did not mention ariadne! with each passing moment, he said nothing of it, and kukutux grew angrier, for it disrespected her knowledge of this fact.  a knowledge that he had forced upon her.

now he spoke of kivaluk again as if he were some suckling boy still tied to his mother; he had been sivullik for almost twelvemoon now! he had built his own ulaq and chosen his own wife. a gift, as if he were a little boy who might be persuaded to think more favorably of the man who had abandoned him.

perhaps kigipigak should have done this, kukutux surmised, before he lay with a daughter of the very own hearth which had raised his son! she loathed the impropriety of it; the traderman violated several things with his impulsiveness, his lust.

and still he did not speak of ariadne, and above his head did moonwoman put a count, in her mind: each day that kigipigak did not seek her and sun man to express his intentions, would be a day he lost more of her respect, which was not something that kukutux thought that the winterhawk felt he needed.

angry now too, with ariadne, for disregarding her warnings. but moonwoman saw her own failings in this. her moonsong girl had been gone for some time and had not been given the guidance of a women's circle. then she had lost a sister and fled the sea. her village was not only a sign of their continued nuiruk strength but ariadne's own growth, her own rebellion against the saltwater which had always been her birthright.

yes; she felt that this man would fail her daughter and leave her heartbroken to roam in search of something he had never found. this was the pattern which kigipigak had given her; she could think nothing else.

"moonsong is welcome in moonglow," moonwoman murmured, standing with a practiced grace to her feet and reaching a small paw for the dove.