The Lodge Mistress – Part 2: Thaw

She had him kneel on the sheepskin by the hearth. She made him recite the avalanche code, correcting each error with two gloved fingers on his chin. She had him hold a long, steady stillness, while she walked behind him and spoke in a low, even voice about everything she expected of him. She set him small tasks, to fetch, to wait, to answer, and checked every one. The severity was all control and no cruelty, and the whole of the room seemed to narrow to the warm firelight and the soft murmur of her instructions.

Every half hour: "Do you wish to continue?" "Yes, Mistress." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

Near three, the fire sank.

"Whiteout," said Karin.

She said it softly. The gloves came off, finger by finger. The coat slid from her shoulders. She sat beside him on the rug in her jumper, laid a blanket over them and tucked him against her side.

"How are you?"

"Quiet," said Stefan, with a long, shaky exhale. "I think I haven't been quiet since October."

"That is what snowstorms are for." She stroked his hair. "You were wonderful."

"Does the Mistress approve?"

"The Mistress is delighted." She smiled. "She also notes that the pass will not open until morning."

"Then I am entirely at her disposal."

"Good," said Karin. "I'm not finished with the reading list."

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