Yana purchased the pot. Looking further for something useful, she saw only small machine parts, burned-out chips, and multicolored wires.
“Sinead takes the wire and welds it into designs on tools and pots,” Aisling told her as they left. “And uses the chips for jewelry. You should come over for supper sometime and we’ll show you. Though everybody will be bringing things to trade or gift with at the latchkay.”
Yana said she would like to do that, and Aisling continued on her way.
Two days later, as Yana was slowly waking up with a cup of hot watery beverage between her hands, she was jolted out of her semi-trance by the sound of dog feet and dog whines and howls outside. Bunny’s face, framed by her parka ruff and mittens, appeared in the window. Yana waved at her to come in, and Bunny stuck her head in the door.
“If you still want to come with me up to Uncle Sean’s place, come on. I’ll wait out here with the dogs, but you better hurry. It’s a good two-hour trip, and we may have to track him down once we get there.”
Yana nodded and, after throwing two more logs in the stove for good measure, pulled on her boots and tugged her coverall and coat over her uniform. Grabbing mittens, hat, and muffler, she walked outside. The cat followed her.
“You sit there,” Bunny told her, indicating the appropriate place in the sled. She wrapped furs and quilts around her. “It’ll be cold sitting still. Later on, when you’re feeling better, I’ll show you how to drive dogs. Driving keeps you warm.”
Then Bunny put in Yana’s lap a pair of the big oval nets Yana had seen hanging over Clodagh’s door. “You always want to have all your survival gear with you when you leave the village,” Bunny said. “I don’t think we’ll need snowshoes, but you never know.”
Something warm landed on Yana’s thighs and burrowed under the furs. She bent over and saw a familiar orange face peeping out at her.
“Oho! Bunny, can you get rid of the cat?”
“It’s okay. That’s one of Clodagh’s cats, and they go everywhere.” With that she whistled up the dogs, pulled the brake up from the ice, and pushed with her foot, as if the sled were a scooter. With much wagging and anxious whining, the foxy-looking red dogs began pulling the sled down the icy expanse between the houses, around a corner, and out onto the river again.
For a while the ride was serene, the sled swooshing over white still lit by the light of moons and stars, Bunny occasionally calling to the dogs or to Yana to look at one set of tracks or another and pointing out “snow goose,” “fox,” or “moose,” accordingly. Then she whistled more sharply, shouted “Ha!,” and the dogs made a rather sharp turn up over the bank of the river and through the slender, snow-draped trees.
The sled bounced along from there, the dogs frisking up hills and running down them, the sled sometimes suspended breathlessly in midair for a moment as it went over a bump. Bunny kept control with the brake and her voice, and once the lead dog, Maud, turned back to look at her and whined when Bunny called out “Gee!” Bunny promptly called out “Ha!” instead, and Maud, satisfied, turned back to the trail. Mostly the dogs trotted at a leisurely pace, and Yana got a good view of their excretory functions as they stopped to mark the trail every once in a while.
Finally, however, the trail turned downward for a long time, and then a vast treeless straightaway of ice and snow stretched clear to the horizon, broken only by huge, jagged, upright ice teeth that seemed to be shifting ever so slightly against the brightening sky. The howling of dogs close at hand occasioned answering howls from Bunny’s dogs.
Bunny whistled the dogs to a stop then, and Yana saw that the coral-tinted squarish hill between them and the giant ice teeth was not actually a mound of snow kissed by the rising sun, but a building painted in that unlikely shade. As the dogs trotted to a halt, they rounded the corner of the building, and Yana saw a snocle similar to Bunny’s sitting before half a dozen small houses, each with a howling red foxhound on top of it, caroling a greeting to the newcomers.