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I'm not prying or anything,' said Conina meekly, 'but what exactly do you have in mind?'
She could see.
'I think it is,' he said, 'and when it comes to dying, there's only one opinion that matters.'
'Oh.'
A couple of deer blundered into the clearing, ignored the humans in their blind panic, and rocketed away.
'You don't have to stay,' said Nijel. 'I've got this geas, you see.'
Conina looked at the backs of her hands. a rolling heap of bulldozed snow and soil bearing down on them through the forest, the mind-numbing sound of the leading glaciers now over­laid with the rhythmic snapping of tree trunks. And, advancing implacably above the treeline, so high that the eye mistook them at first for sky, the blue-green prows.'Nothing,' said Nijel, 'nothing at all. We've just got to re­sist them, that's all there is to it. That's what we're here for.''But it won't make any difference,' she said.'It will to me. If we're going to die anyway, Iii rather die like this. Heroically.''Is it heroic to die like this?' said Conina