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racing through the blowing snow and toward the south, through the
blowing snow and toward the looming Grimwall Mountains standing
ominously in the distance, barring the way.
Swiftly the sights and sounds of the intruders faded away, lost in the
storm.
And only the yawl of the wind and pelting of the snow remained.
And time eked by.
Still the owl gripped the branch.
Still the hare crouched below the stone. . . .
The storm blew itself out sometime after nightfall. And the Moon
rose and cast its argent light across the snowy 'scape. In the silvery
luminance the white hare warily sniffed the air, its long ears twitching,
listening for danger.
Nothing.
Cautiously, the hare emerged from under the rock jut. After a hop or
two, again it stopped and listened, ears turning this way and that, eyes
wide and gazing.
At last it set off for its burrow, some distance away.
And from the high branches of a remote tree, a white owl quietly
launched itself into a long, silent glide.



Chapter 2
Mygga and F├й

Late Winter, 5E988
[The Present]



"Yah! Yah!" called the sledmaster, urging the dog onward, Shlee in
the lead, maintaining the pace.
Gwylly leaned out and squinted past Faeril sitting before him. How
can they see where to run?
Snow blew horizontally across their direction of travel and Gwylly's
vision ahead was baffled by the storm. He could see all the dogs, swift
and true, tails straight out ears laid back and flat, running hard against
their tug line fastened to the gang; but ten yards or so beyond Shlee
Gwylly could make out nothing but whirling white. Glancing back, the
Warrow could see Laska, lead dog of the team behind, and he could
barely see Riatha's sled gliding after; but of the third team, the one
hauling Aravan, there was no sign, although now and again he could hear
the crack! of Tchuka's signal whip.
Leaning forward, he called out to Faeril above the stead; shssh of
the runners. "The dogsтАФI hope they know when they are going."
Behind, B'arr, the sledmaster, laughed, a sharp bark "Shlee know,
little ones. Shlee know."
Both Gwylly and Faeril twisted about in the sled basket to look back
at the Aleutan's smiling face, with its bronze features and dark eyes and