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Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen Feather followed Jana as she led him and Jarli to the riverside section of Newkeep, showing them where the workers slept, ate and washed each day. A low structure of rough make was clearly the main gathering place for the pilgrims, but to Feather’s eye it had more in common with a tribal tent than one of the solid buildings of the old Settlement. ‘You have no cover!’ Feather said with surprise. ‘Jana, my heart, do you mean to tell me that you are sleeping almost in the open?’ He turned to Jarli. ‘My partner dislikes spending time in the Outside. She never feels quite safe when she visits the tribe. Our tents may as well be made of air, she tells me.’ ‘Stop it!’ said Jana, tucking her arm into Feather’s elbow. ‘Don’t listen to him, Jarli. He is always making a mock of me
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