Chapter Six
Meeting Space
A freezing draft whistled through the marquee as the door was pushed aside. Andel wrapped her coat tighter as Lind strode toward the bright flames in the central fire-pit, hands held out to the warmth. Hot tea and honey-cakes waited on a wooden trestle toward the rear where Tam had set up the kitchen area. The stout cook leaned toward Lind as she reached for a cake. “Just three days since we got here,” he muttered, “and already there’s lives almost lost. Arko!” He pointed at the fire. “More wood, please. And I need more coals for the cookfire.”
Arko looked at their skimpy pile of firewood. “Casco says we have to ration it until the snows lift and there’s more to be found.”
“I’ll deal with Casco,” Tam said. “You get wood. And hurry! Lord Huldar will be here soo
