Black Morass upon restlessness;

agrippina did not expect karpos to help her, and chastised herself for it. of course he would. they belonged to the same class now; she must be grateful of the help she had learned to live without.

better bark formed little mats beneath the piles of clay. "when this is warm, not so frozen, i will put fruit to keep. when the snows come, the berries will be protected from decay."

so she hoped, not hazarding to look at him as she finished with the last pieces she wanted to gather.