The day of the solstice was a day of merry preparation. Hunting parties rode out in search of game for the feast, while the women prepared and cooked mounds of yams, vats of rich sauce, and countless other delicacies. Raneld and I were both a little cross at first, being short on sleep, but eventually the celebratory mood made an impact on even my geas-induced anger, and I managed to push it aside for the time being.
When sundown came the feast that was laid out was truly impressive. The better part of an entire roasted bison made a centerpiece, but that was only the beginning. Once the great bonfire was lit, the food was declared ready, and all present from youngest to oldest gorged themselves on it. The crowd was far greater than the population of the little encampment, for people had c
