I’ll get some more firewood,” I said, turning away from the fire. “What we have won’t last the night.”

“Best do that, I think,” Kith said. “Wandel and I’ll see about dinner.”

“I thought the woman should do the cooking,” said Wandel, teasing but still half-serious. He hadn’t eaten what I could cook over an open fire.

“We’ll cook,” replied Kith, who had.