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left to see his "sister." Dylert sat at the end of the table, eating his gruel. On his right sat Erhana, still wrapped in her leather jacket.
    Dyella ladled the steaming gruel into the chipped bowl in front of Cerryl. "Seen your uncle recently? Before the snow, I be meaning," she asked pleasantly. "Or your aunt?"
    "Aunt Nail, she stopped by coming back from Shandreth's vineyard last fall." Cerryl took a sip of water from the cracked cup that was his. "I saw Uncle Syodor an eight-day ago, before the snows started. He'd been helping Zylerant raise a barn." He quickly swallowed some more of the gruel, welcoming the warmth, and took a small bite of the muffin beside his bowl. He held the muffin for a moment, enjoying its warmth on his cold fingers.
    "They see you a lot more regular than some," observed Dyella, adding another ladle of the hot gruel to Cerryl's bowl.
    "They've been good to me," said Cerryl. "Good as they could be." He ignored the glance from Dylert to Erhana, as well as Dyella's raised eyebrows as she glanced at the millmaster. Instead, he concentrated on eating, and before he could finish the last of the porridge in the bowl, Dyella had added more.
    "You be needing this today. No sense in wasting it. Forgot Viental was gone."
    "Thank you, Dyella." Cerryl smiled.
    Rinfur cleared his throat. "I best be checking the horses, ser. Extra grain, you think?"
    "Half cup, no more," said Dylert. "No telling when I can get another barrel. Not in this weather. Can't hardly get to the road, except with the sled, and that's not much for carrying."
    "Half cup each, that be it." The teamster stood, stretched, then fastened his jacket and tromped out of the kitchen and onto the porch.
    Erhana, despite the heavy coat, shivered as the chill air washed over her. "Cold out there."
    "Be thankful you only have to fetch water, child," said Dyella.
    "I have to get more?"
    "I have to cook, if you want to eat," pointed out her mother.
    "Mother..."
    Cerryl smothered a grin by looking down at his bowl.
    "Erhana-not another word."
    Cerryl slowly ate the second bowl of hot gruel, saving the rest of the muffin, but he finished the last bite of the warm muffin all too soon.
    "Cerryl?" said Dylert.
    "Yes, ser?"
    "I was going to have you clean the pit today, seeing as things are slow." He coughed. "Dyella, though, she pointed out how the roof of the chicken shed is sagging, and my bones tell me we might yet see more snow. I'd like you to clear that afore you come down to the mill."
    "Yes, ser."
    "Got an old pair of mitts." Dylert glanced toward the narrow table by the door to the porch. "Need those, you will, lest your fingers chill." He coughed. "Best you keep them till the weather warms."
    "Thank you, ser." Cerryl nodded and smiled, trying to show that he appreciated the gesture. "Thank you."
    "Can't have you getting frozen hands. Darkness, this been a cold winter. Coldest in years."
    "Coldest I can recall," added Dyella.
    Cerryl eased off the bench and nodded to Dylert and then Dyella. "Thank you. The porridge was good."
    "Stick to your bones," Dyella said.
    After slipping the mitts on and easing out the door onto the porch, Cerryl took the slick steps carefully. Once his boots were on the packed snow of the path, he glanced at the mill. A thick plume of smoke billowed from the chimney.
    At least the mill would be warmer than his cubby. He trudged toward the chicken shed, conscious of how much warmer his hands were in the heavy leather mitts, mitts big enough for a grown man.
    Before he reached the chicken shed, his toes were cold, jammed as they were into his boots. The path went to the door of the chicken house, but the roof was slanted down to the left. Cerryl struggled from the path through the knee-deep snow around to the left side of the building, where he could reach the lower edge of the slanted roof.
    The bottom edge was but chest high, and Cerryl stretched and used his right arm to sweep the snow clear-except the powdery stuff swirled