Chapter Fifteen
MEMORY AND HONOR
On the morning of the visit to the place of Lind’s last song, Huldar woke to the sound of Tam and Arko’s hushed discussion as they labored over the cook fires. He disentangled himself from Andel’s arms and went to see what they were making. At the end of the long bench Arko doled out another tray of honey-cakes into a bowl already near full. An array of containers filled the space beyond it. By the cook fire, Tam flicked a whisk through a creamy, sweet-smelling mixture while it simmered.
“What’s this?” Huldar asked.
“Onder-kush,” Tam replied. His whisk never slowed.
Arko lifted the lid of a shallow blue crock and the air was filled with fragrant steam. “Hamarsi rolls with strips of grilled kanth,” he said. He pointed to a plump red bowl. “This one’s me
