The woman led him to a small room with a door covered in a large animal hide. It was solid white; likely a polar bear. He wondered offhandedly who had hunted it. Polar bears were exceedingly difficult to find and kill. Brand allowed his eyes to take in the room—a stuffed pallet on the floor, a small, wooden washstand and bowl, an iron sconce for a torch on the wall. The single light barely lit the room.
He was suddenly hit in the face with several pieces of cloth being tossed at him. Hva? (What the hell?) The woman was bent over a trunk in the corner and throwing clothing at him. His lips pressed into a white line as he caught the furs and woolen tunic and pants. The leather boots just missed hitting him squarely in the nose.
"Put those on," she demanded, turning to face him. She cross
