Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

She stopped her toiling in the dirt and came to stand with him. Kigipigak turned an ear and listened to the shifting of her strides, otherwise preoccupied watching the dark shape sweep away in to the nothingness beyond his sightline. When he did glance at Valmua she was watching the mountains; in that instant he realized her eyes were a striking shade of pewter.

Hard does not mean impossible, Kigipigak stated. One of the things his mother often said when he, or his spineless sisters, complained about their training regime. The boy is quiet for a moment and Valmua adds, I do not think there is a good way up from the Watch.

We will find another! He announces boldly. I crossed these mountains from the valley next, so that at least is possible. Will you show me your way? Kigipigak looked expectantly upon her now with his full attention, wondering if she will give up her pursuit of the buried spirits so easily.