“Why do that?” Ju asked. “The blood will only weigh it down.”
“Nothing goes to waste, especially the blood,” was all Lorn said in reply. Fortunately, it did not require much effort to shift the carcass. Blood drained steadily out of the punctured artery and onto the oilskins, and as they filled, Lorn would take them and bind them.
After a while, Lorn began to look around. He handed Ju a dagger with a saw edge on it. “Go over to the trees and select some long, fairly stout branches. Then cut a couple.” Ju looked crestfallen at the fact that he had to do some manual labour. Lorn grinned inwardly, remembering the surprises that had lain in wait for him. When Ju returned with the poles, they trussed up the deer by its legs and began to drag it. This proved to be a hard lesson for Ju, for alt
