“You’re right. My brother must have been very brave for them to take him so young.”
“Aye,” the steersman agrees. “You know, boy, how old are you now?
“This will be my fifteenth winter.”
“I know your mother died and you got the sheep, but a boy like you could sure use some time away from here. Besides, you’re taller than your brother even though you’re still just a boy.”
“But you just got back and we need to …”
“Yes, boy, I know. It will be a while till we go out again, but when we do, will you join us? Think of all the things we usually bring back home.”
You …
