The Story of the World, the Sand and the Snow: Chapter IV

“I am 52 and Loimi is 7. Why do you ask?”
“Come now with me. I am like your big brother and I would help you both live if you promise to help me find the Biranorr.”
“Fine, we will help you though I am not sure how well I can do that?”
“You can and don’t worry about that. You can.”
They all moved to the ship in another hour. There was not much to carry, some clothes, some food and some toys for Loimi. There was a torn mat and Loimi took it too, some vessels and that was all they had.
In the evening, the first time the mother ate fish to her full and felt revived. Her thin bones were still protruding from beneath the layers of skin but then her face had a glow, a glow that comes from having a nutritious, full stomach meal.
“I bore Loimi when it was already too late to be a mother. I am always late for everything. I have never lived on the front and I never wish to live on the front.”
“Don’t worry I have seen all kinds of pain. But the Biranorr stole my heart, renewed and revived it as though I was never wounded. I am ready to seek it and see its world.”
“Golmak look, into the water; there is an eye staring out of it. A big eye!” exclaimed Loimi imagining having the Biranorr even when it wasn’t there.