Seven: The Peak of SorrowMother had become much more political these days, often inserting herself into conversations of property and rights. I was elated at the idea of owning these pristine lands but knew not the price on my life for doing so. Mother patted me on the shoulder and went to work preparing a fire for morning feast. I gazed up at the foreboding mountain pass and wondered what we might run into up there. Talk of lands might be for naught if we all met our deaths.
“Audan,” called Blidr. “Come and feast with us, brother. You will need your strength before we head for the pass. I stood quickly and walked to the village center, where the men had gathered to dine. Tibor was up early this morning and had returned from a nearby fresh water stream, where he captured a great number of
