The Princess said, "This is not suffering. The journey of marching and fighting is more arduous."
Shasta did not deny this. The White Steel Princess was an outlier; the bloodline of the former king granted her a resilient mind.
The night deepened. Outside, the cold wind howled, with the faintest of whimpers interspersed within it.
The two tents were very close; Roman and Margaret were in one, and Iota Hina and Shasta were in the other.
Shasta felt somewhat awkward, imagining the intense struggle under the cloak and blankets in the neighboring tent. Young people were full of energy, especially after indulging in such pleasures... She intended to find another place to stay, but was pulled here by the White Steel Princess, who surely heard it too.
The Princess said again, "Why don't you go?"
The Witch whispered, "One is enough for the bed."
The White Steel Princess listened carefully for a moment, and the sound like weeping in the wind became more and more ethereal.
