Moonsong Glacier you've got a church and steeple

His head turned toward Tulugak. Suddenly, the deathsite did not seem so unwelcoming a place.

"Moonwoman showed me this place," he said to her, his voice low, as if there were a sleeping child to disturb. "She said it is where her brother, gray trader, found his final rest." He looked up to the glacier. "He was a troubled man. To think of him is to think of my grandfather, Grayday, who walked these climes many years ago."

He did not fear the names of the dead. Grayday was safe, now, beyond the reach of evil. If he lingered here, Dutch welcomed him.

He studied Tulugak, then. Ulloriaq. She looked a little more rested, but he worried for her, still. He could not help thinking about his own father, whose health was a constant worry at the back of the chief's mind. It was not fair to lump these anxieties in with Ulloriaq's grief, and so he would not voice them to her. Not so soon.

"Have you eaten?" he asked her, instead of, How are you doing?