Forty Seven
Hunting went well for the twins. Between the two of them, they had taken down two deer, clean shots, quick kills, no waste. They could have brought in more if they had been greedy, but they hadn’t planned for the weight of the game, and they hadn’t brought an extra horse to haul carcasses the way some of the wealthier lords did. Next year, Zaria thought with a quiet, tired sigh, they would do it properly. If I’m still living on the Isles next year… Callen had promised her otherwise. The promise sat in her chest like a warm coal and a sharp thorn all at once. Zakai had gone into town to the processor that afternoon, leaving Zaria alone with Cillian in their tent while arrangements were made for the meat. The camp outside was lively, men laughing, fires crackling, horses stamping in the
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