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They laughed so loudly together at a shared joke that the
bird flew off, startled.

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I WILL -rELL HOW WE FOUND OUR LUCK, the great Luck of
Brin's Five, and how, being found, it led us on to good
fortune beyond all dream-spinning.
I am Dorn, eldest child of our Family. When the Luck
came, I was twelve years old and we lived high on the
slopes of Hingstull Mountain, near the Warm Lake. It was
a hard winter: our fingers were stiff with cold as we worked
at the looms; the snow bore down on the fabric of our
house. A blizzard had ripped families of spinners from our
home trees and rolled them down the mountainside like
dead birds.
Food was scarce; two Families had quit the glebe and now
only two were left. Hunter Geer, who boasted many thick
pelts, and, as we said, a thick head and a thick hide, was
bound in under a rock wall across the glebe, watching us
perish with cold by the east gate.
We could not go down the mountain because our Luck
was dying. At first we sang; Old Gwin boiled herbs after
scratching them from the snow; dearest Brin embraced us
all; but it was no use. Mamor and Harper Roy talked all
night apart, but they could not find a solution. Our Family,
Brin's Five, and a perfect Five it had been, five adults with
no outclips, was doomed. Odd-Eye lay in his bag, spinning

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yarns still in a dream voice, with the marks of death on his
face.
I remember Narneen weeping at night in the sleeping
bag, because the spring would not come if our Luck died - It
seemed perfectly possible to me. No good thing would ever
happen again: the suns would not rise, the spring would not
come, our webs would break and our youngest child, still