But at times it seems to be still in my bones--deep bitten to the very marrow.

Ai-me! I have seen two years of centuries.

Their scars remain." She rocked slightly forward and backward where she sat, her fingers interlaced, twisting and clenching with her memories.
"Ai-me! Hunger and cold and men! Hunger and--men.

But it was solitude that nigh undid me.

That was the worst of all--the endless silence." The rain now swept the roof of bark above us, gust after gust swishing across the eaves.