Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

his gaze did not return to ciri, but she would see how her words has affected him by how he gathered his body close together.
"i married my first wife not long after you left, the mother of my son. she has gone now, but i will never be a man with one woman. and no seal hunter woman chooses one man."
and it was how he chose his wives; those cohesive to a culture that did not choose only one. the days were far too short and the dangers too great upon the sea ice to bind yourself in such a way. entire lodges of wives and men could perish in a heavy snow.
now and perhaps abruptly he turned his eyes upon her. "i would have chosen you also, ciri. but now i do not think this would have pleased you."
his voice had lost its edge; he spoke solemnly and earnestly now. if a woman wanted one man and to be loved only by one, then he was no choice. if she wanted her body to come alight in pleasure he might have been, but there was no mingling the two of these things.