CHAPTER 39
Najud straightened up from leaning over his worktable in the kazr and stood up to stretch his back. The pouches of seven of the dead, previously unknown, now hung from the rafters near the stovepipe with their names neatly painted into the engraved leather.
Dhalmudhr’s “family” needed the table, now that he was done with it. All of them were gathered in their new kazr, even the Umzabul boy, Ariqnas, with borrowed lanterns and the other two tables, working as quickly as they could to prepare winter clothing for themselves and as many others as possible from the supplies that had been carried from the Kurighdunaq zudiqazd.
*They can have our worktable now. I’m through with it.*
Penrys’s reply was immediate. *I’ll come get it.*
He was glad for the quiet inside the kazr after t
