the wind swept down upon them, biting at exposed skin, and they were forced to lean forward against its gusting, frigid blasts.

despite the furs enshrouding him, trull felt the shock of that sudden cold, a force mindless and indifferent, yet eager to steal. flooding his air passages in a numbing assault. and within that current, a faint smell of death.

the edur wrapped swaths of wool about their faces, leaving the barest of slits for their eyes. conversations were quickly abandoned, and they walked in silence, the crunch of their fur-lined moccasins muffled and distant.

the sun's warmth and turn of season could not win the war in this place. the snow and ice rose on the wind to glitter overhead, mockinp the sun itself with twin mirror images, leading trull to suspect that the wind held close to the ground, whilst high overhead the suspended ice crystals hovered unmoving, inured to the passing of seasons, of years.

he tilted his head to stare upward for a moment, wondering if that glistening, near-opaque canopy above them held the frozen memories of the past, minute images locked in each crystal, bearing witness to all that had occurred below. a multitude of fates, perhaps reaching back to when there was sea, in place of the ice. did unknown creatures ply the waters in arcane, dugout canoes all those thousands of years ago? would they one day become these jheck?

the letherii spoke of holds, that strange pantheon of elements, and among them there was the hold of ice. as if winter was born of sorcery, as if ice and snow were instruments of wilful destruction. something of that notion was present in edur legends as well. ice plunging down to steal the land that was soaked in tiste blood, the brutal theft of hard-won territories committed as an act of vengeance, perhaps the gelid flowering of some curse uttered in a last breath, a final defiance.

the sentiment, then - if one such existed - was of old enmity. ice was a thief, of life, land and righteous reward. bound in death and blood, an eternal prison. from all this, it could earn hatred.

they continued through the day, moving slowly but steadily, through jumbled fields of broken, upthrust shards of ice that in the distance seemed simply white, but when neared was revealed to possess countless shades of greens, blues and browns. they crossed flats of wind-sculpted, hard-packed snow that formed rippled patterns as smooth as sand. strange fault lines where unseen forces had sheered the ice, pushing one side up against the other, grinding opposing paths as if the solid world beneath them jostled in wayward migration.

towards late afternoon, a muted shout from theradas halted them. trull, who had been walking with his eyes on the ground before him, looked up at the muffled sound and saw that theradas was standing before something, gesturing them forward with a fur-wrapped hand. a few moments later they reached his side.

a broad crevasse cut across their path, the span at least fifteen paces. the sheer walls of ice swept down into darkness, and from its depths rose a strange smell.

'salt,' binadas said after pulling away his face-covering. 'tidal pools.'

rhulad and midik joined them from the flanks. 'it seems to stretch to the very horizon,' rhulad said.

'the break looks recent,' binadas observed, crouching at the edge. 'as if the surface is shrinking.'

'perhaps summer has managed a modest alteration to these wastes,' fear mused. 'we have passed sealed faults that might be the remnant scars from similar wounds in the past.'

'how will we cross?' midik asked.

'i could draw shadows from below,' binadas said, then shook his head, 'but the notion makes me uneasy. if there are spirits within, they might well prove unruly. there are layers of sorcery here, woven in the snow and ice, and they do not welcome emurlahn.'

'get out the ropes,' fear said.

'dusk approaches.'

'if necessary we will camp below.'

trull shot fear a look. 'what if it closes whilst we are down there?'

'i do not think that likely,' fear said. 'besides, we will remain unseen this night, hidden as we will be in the depths. if there are indeed beasts in this land - though we've seen no true sign as yet - then i would rather we took every opportunity to avoid them.'

wet pebbles skidded under his moccasins as trull alighted, stepping clear of the ropes. he looked around, surprised at the faint green glow suffusing the scene. they were indeed on a seabed. salt had rotted the ice at the edges, creating vast caverns crowded with glittering pillars. the air was cold, turgid and rank.

off to one side midik and rhulad had drawn bundles of wood out from a pack and were preparing a cookfire. binadas and fear were reloading the sleds to keep the food satchels off the wet ground, and theradas had set off to scout the caverns.