CHAPTER 31
Once the door flap was lifted, there was a constant stream of visitors from mid-morning onward, despite the continued battering of the storm.
Most had mead-kits, in whole or in part, to sheepishly retrieve. Winnajhubr rescued the wooden plates his group had supplied, and went off to clean them in the snow. A few blows of Najud’s hand-axe outside split the greasy platters into kindling small enough for their stove, where the aroma of last night’s feast as it burned made Penrys stomach growl.
The leftovers had already been divided into a marmot and part of the antelope for each kazr, so all Penrys had to do was to hand the lightly frozen packet to someone from each of the other groups and bring her own in to thaw again. She went to the trouble of stripping the meat from the bon
