The old man sat hunched in front of the fireplace and poked at the embers, his hands shaking with rage. Outside the cabin a raven called and the door flew open and the old woman walked in, refusing to look at the man.
“I didn’t lose it, it was stolen,” she said as she checked on the two boys and girl sleeping on the floor.
“It held six hearts,” he growled. “How many years would that be?”
“They’re three here,” she said.
“And they’re promised to the Nun’Yunu’Wi,” the old man said. “There is sickness at Tallulah, we’ll go there.”