Chapter 21
We still didn’t speak, dividing up the tasks of making our small camp without a word. It was a comfortable silence nevertheless, though I felt unease lurking beneath it. At some point we would have to talk. At some point my curse would return. But for now, I busied myself gathering wood and building a substantial fire, while Raneld hunted again. This time his sling brought down a rabbit, which he cleaned and skinned with his usual efficiency.
He was good at everything he did, and there was a trace of bitter hatred in the thought. I sighed and tried to push it aside, but it had gotten a foothold now, and I brooded over all the injustices between us as the rabbit roasted over the fire.