Chapter 11 while short is meant to be no less heated as the last, albeit the flames are of anger, jealousy, and vengeance. The lines are now being drawn across the snow...
“She’s got to go! Do you see? Can’t you see? Look what
she did to me! She’s a liar! She claimed she needed help from you, Bas a’
Rhinn. But she did fine all by herself, now didn't she?” Portia was standing in
the square, screaming and hissing. Showing off the charred flesh of her arms. Having drawn a crowd, as the Raepuwa left
their dwellings to start the homecoming celebration. This was supposed to be a time
of laughter, it was tradition, but after the nights events it was shaping up to
be a lynching.