CHAPTER 5
A Question of TribeFirilla did not keep Glidd from her bed as she had said she would, and life continued, on the surface at least, with a semblance of calm. But Bardek’s disappearance and Glidd’s ill-advised curse hung over them always like a shadow. When Glidd came to bed he would invariably find Firilla already asleep, or more often feigning sleep. He lay beside her, desiring her but not touching her. As a hunter he knew how to wait patiently, and he knew now that he had to wait for Firilla’s heart to come out of the dark covert of its pain before he could recapture it. He would make her see that it was not his apparent invocation of the Dark Lord that had destroyed her son, but a perfectly ordinary mountain storm that could have hit at any time.
He understood her fears, for
