But the sable was white, of the kind that people in the taiga had not seen for generations and spoke of as a true wonder.
The dead sable seemed to be asleep. Neither on the snare nor on the animal itself was there any trace of struggle before death…
The Vaynot tribe from which Hadne came, had the custom of sewing an arctic foxskin to the top of their coats, for which they were dubbed the “white-necked ones”. The whiteness and the richness of the fur testified to the family’s rank and the hunter’s skill. A heavy, shining winter fur from an arctic fox was a mark of the very best people, and there were only a few of them around.
Hadne would wear on her shoulders not an arctic fox but a white sable. Among all human beings, there would never be a woman quite like the Blizzard Woman.
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