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As the winter Dark slowly gave birth to another Year, I thought about what I should do now Bakar was gone. ‘Next winter,’ I thought, ‘if Nekané comes back, I’m building a separate winter house at River Mouth Camp for my family. Never mind if we have to keep two hearths. Alaia and I will have a child of our own, or so I hope’ – I stretched my arms up to the spirits even though I’d not spoken aloud – ‘if I have Alaia and a child, then I’ll certainly build another winter house for us here. And if … if that’s not going to happen, and it’s the worse for me’ – I could hardly bear to think of it – ‘supposing Alaia is gone and I have to take Haizea …’ I didn’t finish the thought. Already I greatly missed Bakar. My wife’s father was a good man, but he was getting old. Bakar had been my friend, but he’d been gone too long – three Moons now – for me to hold out any hope for him. Alaia was my woman. I didn’t want the child Haizea – if I had to take her I couldn’t do anything with her until she was grown, but I’d have to feed and clothe her all the same – and I certainly didn’t want to be the only young man in the Camp.

I can’t say I’d been thinking much about my wife’s mother. The days had been quiet without her. There’s little for a man to do in the long dark except sleep, and if his sleep is disturbed – well, maybe that’s a sign of too many women in a house.

One evening we sat by the outside fire. It had been a clear day with the smell of snow in it, and hoar frost glittering on the grass. The bare oaks were black against the sky. I’d found a young pig in my trap that morning. Dark fell as we feasted. While I sat chewing the meat off the bone, I thought about everything in a way I never had before. I now belonged to a winter Camp with one old man, my woman and a girl child. ‘If that’s how it is next winter,’ I decided, ‘I won’t come back. Even if I have Alaia and a healthy child of my own, I won’t come back if I’m the only hunting man. Alaia works better than two of most women put together’ – yes, that’s what I thought about my wife then, and I still do. I saw how well Alaia looked after everything even before I took her. In fact that’s one of the things … But not the only thing, I’ll give my word on that! But this is what I was thinking: ‘My wife’s father still brings home meat. He set traps, and he shoots small game. He still fishes from his coracle. But he can’t trek far inland after deer or boar, and certainly not bear or wolf. Next winter he’ll do even less. No,’ I decided, ‘without Bakar this Camp makes no sense. Before next Gathering I’ll speak to my wife’s father. Either we bring in others from Alaia’s family – she has plenty of cousins – or he must find a man for Haizea – one who’ll be prepared to wait for Haizea to become a woman in return for having a place in this family.

‘If my wife’s father says no … He can’t say no!’ It dawned on me that I was now the one who’d say how things were to be. If I refused to come back, this family would have to give up River Mouth Camp and let others take it over. Now that Bakar was gone, I was the only hunting man. They couldn’t live here – they couldn’t go anywhere in fact – without me.

Now I’d started thinking, a host of new ideas crowded into my mind. ‘Unlike some men,’ I thought, ‘I don’t talk a lot about what I can do. I don’t need the whole Gathering to tell me I can hunt, or fish, or dance, or make love, or sing or do anything well at all. I’ve never fought other men if I could help it. Even when I was a boy I didn’t squabble or fight much. Since I took Alaia, and lived in this family, I’ve watched them argue but I’ve never said much myself. But the fact is, now Bakar’s gone, I’m the one who’s in charge here. Of course I’ll not shame my wife’s father in front of his daughters. I’ll show him proper respect, but’ – this was another new thought – ‘he must know as well as I do how matters stand.’

I glanced at my wife’s father, who was splitting the pig’s thighbone to suck out the marrow. His eyes were downcast and he seemed absorbed in what he was doing. I was staring at him without realising it. When he suddenly looked up and caught my gaze my eyes dropped at once. Even so I’d seen the look he gave me. Old he might be, but his eyes were as piercing as ever. I felt the hot blood redden my cheeks, and hoped it didn’t show in the firelight. Because in that look I read that not only did he know exactly what I was thinking, but he’d thought of it all himself, long before any of it had occurred to me.