The pattern of things
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The children were content with the task. They knew that the f ires were kept high at these times, not even dwindling while the company slept. If they fell at night, souls would wander from the place and lose their bearings. Their bones had just been lifted and cleaned, and it was important that they knew which path to take. They had to wait until the living dispersed. Only then could they follow the embers that were carried back to scattered lodges for the winter. They had been told this many times, so often that it now seemed they had always known. That was how things were. It was as much a fact as the bodies of brothers or sisters laid to rest in the ditches that def ined the circle. They often heard them calling just before the dawn.