The moon's still white, and already people are pulling out the chains to oil them. Lately that scrape of iron on iron is the first thing that wakes me.

• HaldraIt's not the iron that frightens you. It's the date. Nine days left of twenty.
  IvarWeren't you the one who hated counting days more than anyone, High Priestess?
• WilvaI stand at the door. This year too.
  IvarWith you standing there, it's a little more bearable on the other side.