CHAPTER 19
It was too cold now to stand outside around an open fire, so dinner was made separately in each kazr, and they met again in Najud’s, afterward.
Penrys was secretly pleased with her own efforts. Trail sausage was tastier fried crispy in a little oil, and the grain cakes with dried berries would serve for breakfast, too, or maybe lunch. She’d even thought to put a handful of the dried beans in to soak overnight for a warm breakfast. Scouring the iron pans clean with a bone scraper and a wisp of grass, she left Najud to prepare the bunnas for their guests.
She smiled to herself. Guests, indeed. It felt enough like a home already to make that word seem natural. Najud had been right—with all their personal packs stored safely under cover around the walls, there was still enough ro
