When questioned, she replied, “He is getting skinny, Katkin. Patre does not eat enough, so I made him his favorite.”
Katkin had looked at her, nonplussed, and then studied Huw herself when he came in to breakfast. There was no doubt the girl was right — the sharp planes of his face looked almost as chiseled as they did in the days when he first came off the island with Arkady. Katkin wondered why she had not noticed the dark smudges under his eyes before now, and resolved she must do a better job of watching over him in the future.
At this thought, the first prickling of guilt about her forbidden hunting trip hovered over her, but she ruthlessly cast it aside with the resolution that she would make it up to Huw somehow when she returned.
The sun was rising now, and illuminated the icy f
