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The next day is bitterly cold. A fierce northerly wind blows relentlessly, beating your face, and drying your lips until they crack and bleed. Your nose begins to run but the mucus instantly freezes on your lips. The sun is obscured by a thick layer of falling snow that mutes the light. Snow mounds and small potholes in the ice become invisible, and the journey is often brought to a halt when a sledge overturns or jams.

Great strain is put on your eyes by the constant glare as you search for the rough ice on the ground which is so hazardous. By midday, your vision has become a blur.

If you have the Kai Discipline of Healing, turn to 17.

If you do not possess this skill, turn to 251.

Text copyright © 1984 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1984 Gary Chalk.