Walking in crutches on snow is no fun, in case you were wondering.
But I couldn’t stay home until I was able to walk on my own. I gave myself a single night to rest up, but that was it.
I had missed one lesson with Haraldr already. I couldn"t miss two.
So the morning after my injury I found myself bundled up against the deepening cold, my mittened hands curled around the crossbars of the very modern crutches that Nilda and Kara had scared up for me, making my way down the road that sloped down the hill from my house to the south end of town and Haraldr"s house.
A flat road would"ve been easier. One with less ice, even better. But since I had no choice in the quality of the road, I just took it one ginger step at a time.
But I wasn"t alone. Since I had first limped into my house after
