To Find the Words They Cannot Say

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 910 words. Council scene finished, and the hampered ride along the jaw of Hareborough to come out again where my little combined force is not expected. Tidy that up tonight, and I'm at the great rallying-speech at last!

Things I discovered but did not write during the Council scene: the good and bad things it means that the Knifewitch is adept at small curses; what Bonecold Refugee has come to understand those things mean for her too; and why she daren't ever speak a curse at all. From Refugee that would come as one unstoppable spate of filthy ice, and there would be nothing left of her afterwards that ought to exist in the world. She will do a lot for sorrow and hate and her sleety sense of justice, but she won't do that.

I thought at least the tactical aspect would come up, but none of it did. Elsewhere, then, or implicit.

The more I get to know Flashy Elder Brother and Bonecold Refugee, the gladder I am I listened to my Muse and made room for them in the tale.  They're quietly carrying a part of the tune that none of the other characters can.  I wonder where they will end up at last, and what the songs will say of them.