Chapter Twenty-Three
Heading North
“Tomorrow we go north,” Huldar said. “The polar opposite. Days will be short. Time will be tight. Temperatures colder than here, but endurable. I have found a site for us on the shores of a narrow inlet. It’s sheltered from the winds, but that’s about as good as it gets. Take only what we need, and remember, up on the Northern Shelf, just like here, it turns from cold to frigid in an instant.
“We’ll concentrate our efforts on the areas the Overlord has marked, but I’ll not risk our lives unduly. If the weather is unfavorable, well, he’ll just have to live with that.”
“He still spends his days lounging in the eastern continent foothills, the lazy kalla,” said Bush. “Then he expects to be fed! When’s he going to start pulling his weight?”
Casco squinte
