Trapped. Stuck. Hopeless. No different than being isolated on a boat in the north, nothing but water and shelves of glacier ice in every direction, knowing there was nothing he could do but sit—and wait—and pray—and consider death as the only way out. He let out a long breath through his nose. Always in a hurry. Take that bone from your teeth. The townspeople wanted something from him. The merrow wanted something from him. Even Josiah’s dogs wanted something from him.
