When morning came, he lay with Cyprian for a while, then thought it might be best if he joined the blue people in their duties, help them with something to repay their kindness. He bypassed the frustrations of asking what he could do and simply collected some dirty pots, then went outside to wash them in the snow. He brought them in and set them neatly by the hearth.
He noticed an old woman sitting by Cyprian, pressing a poultice onto his chest. He smiled, touched at the attention his ill partner received from these strangers, who had no reason to help them, especially when they knew what Cyprian was.
Two men of about Brennus’s age sat to one side of the fire, chipping flint to make arrowheads. Brennus had made so many in his life, he felt more than up to the task of assisting. After tak
