i have not had a lodge for a long time,chakliux explained, rough with the younger seal hunter for some minutes. then he delved into the story of how the small village had broken up and dissipated, how he had took up traveling with the walrus boy Kukik, how he had found a seal-hunter woman only to lose her again. that he was unsettled was a small shame for chakliux, who should have been grandfather by now.
the hope for that now stood before him, a hale young trader scarred and proud as his father had been so many years ago in those warm days of wooing sunshine women.
i travel now with a chieftain called nate-ronan. he will build a place called walosi. it is a good place to make another lodge, and there are others, men and women.
but did raiyuk wish to live within a lodge again? he saw clearly that his son had been traveling and would not seek to hurry him as he might a boy.
tell me! where is the coldest place you have gone?he asked, thinking in longing memory of the sea ice, which he realized now he might never view again.

