home. There might be something in those papers.â
âNonsense,â Wolff growled, and lowered his gaze at Sig again.
âNo!â cried Anna. âItâs true. Theyâre on the ice. His
papers. Donât you want to go and look at least? Then we can give you the gold and you can leave.â
Wolffâs gun hovered like a cobra waiting to strike. The tip of the barrel made circles in the air as Wolff tried to think straight.
âMaybe,â he said eventually. âMaybe youâre right. Where are these papers now? On the ice where you found him?â
âWe left them. We didnât think they mattered. We just wanted to get Father back to the hut. We threw everything else off the sledge and got the dogs to get us back as fast as we could.â
âYou left them?â
âI swear we did,â Sig cried. âI swear on my life.â
âSo theyâre out there?â
âIn the snow, on the ice. Thereâs a leather bag, and a lot of papers. We could go and get them.â
Wolff went to the window. He stared into the dark.
âYes,â he said. âWe could go and get them. But not now. At first light. And if youâre lying to me, boy â¦â
âI swear it. I swear Iâm not lying. On my life.â
âNot on your life,â Wolff said, and now he wasnât smiling anymore. He looked at Anna where she sat, and once again his eyes devoured the beauty in front of him.
âOn hers.â
32
Moon Day, dawn
W ith the passing of the night, there came time. A long, aching, hurting time, cursed and forlorn, in which there was nothing to do but think.
They spent the night sitting on the unforgiving wooden chairs, till their muscles ached and their backs were in agony, yet Wolff had stayed almost motionless on his chair, across the cabin from them. His eyes were slits in the half light from the oil lamp, almost shut, and Sig and Anna had no idea if he could see them, or whether he was asleep. Then, desperate to stretch his aching legs, Sig tried to stand and found the revolver pointing straight at him again.
He sat down hurriedly.
Sigâs mind drifted back, from the day trapped in the cabin with Wolff, to finding Einar on the ice and then farther still, until, unbidden, he found himself looking at the whole of his short life and wondering what any of it
meant. All he felt was that same feeling heâd always had, that he was looking for something, whose name he didnât even know, and yet now, in the dark of the night, and with his father gone to wherever his mother had gone before, with Anna sitting beside him, he suddenly knew its name.
Home.
They tried to whisper to each other a couple of times, trying to say things that it couldnât hurt for Wolff to hear.
Sig wanted to know about Nadya.
âHas she really gone? Why?â
âIâm so sorry, Sig,â Anna whispered back. âIâm sorry. Listen, Sig. Remember. Iâll never leave you.â
But there was an awful implication in what she said, in the presence of the gun that lay on Wolffâs lap across the room.
They fell silent, and though it came hard, at some point Sig knew he must have slept, even sitting in that chair, for he woke to see Wolff judging the light from the window.
âItâs time to go,â he said.
Anna and Sig looked at each other and stiffly got to their feet, their legs and backs aching.
âNot you,â Wolff said, looking at Anna.
âWhat do you mean?â she said.
âIâm not going to take both of you out on the ice. I
donât like those odds. Youâre going to stay here while I take the boy. And Iâm sure you can be trusted to stay here. Canât you?â
Anna nodded dumbly.
âLying bitch,â Wolff snarled. âHow stupid do you think I am? Boy, you got some rope in that storeroom of yours?â
Sig knew they had. Lots of it. It hung on a hook underneath the shelf where
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