For most of her childhood, Calisto's brothers had told her about the mysterious ways the gods worked. She'd stopped believing in gods long since, but sometimes, she still couldn't explain things. Ever since ending up in the north lands, she'd only had poor excuses for shoes. Thick rags bundled around her feet; they kept her feet semi-warm, and kept the snow out. Suddenly, she became aware that something very cold and very wet was seeping through them. When she looked down, she saw that she was ankle deep in water. Looking carefully in the growing light, she saw that she was on the edge of a vast marsh. If she had gone much farther, the odds were that she would have been drowned. Marshes were treacherous places, and she still couldn't swim very well. She backed out carefully. Eyes narrowed, she looked at the still-bobbing lantern light.