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  87. Afterword
  88. By Stephen Baxter
  89. Copyright

The Fourth Year of the Longwinter: Midsummer Solstice

Crimm stood on the central mound of the Little Mothers’ Door, looking down on the lone reindeer that padded between the great circular ramparts of the old earthwork. The animal was scrawny, rather bewildered-looking, young, with small, stubby antlers. Finding nothing to eat in these strange curving valleys, clearly lost, detached from its herd, it lowed occasionally, a mournful bellow that echoed from the pocked face of the Wall that loomed over the earthwork.

Crimm could see Ayto and Aranx and the others, fishermen by trade, reindeer hunters for the day, out of sight of the deer around the bend of the walls. The hunters had their spears and nets ready, arrows nocked in their big hunting bows, their faces wreathed with breath-mist. Crimm waved and pointed, silently telling them which way the deer was coming. Equally silently they moved that way.

The day was clear, for once, the sky a deep empty blue. From up here Crimm could see far to the south, the tremendous frozen plain that was Northland, and behind him the face of the Wall was an ice-bound cliff that ran from horizon to horizon. No people could be seen in that long, battered face, but birds moved everywhere, and flapped overhead. Incredible to think that this was midsummer. Somebody had said today was actually the solstice, but most people weren’t counting.

And all around him was the Door, the great earthwork, said to be a survivor of the last longwinter, an age buried deep in Northland lore.

Last year had been the best for the reindeer. Quite unexpectedly they had come pouring down from the north and east in tremendous herds, evidently as lost and confused as human beings were in the changing world. There had been musk oxen too and other beasts, but it had been the reindeer that had caught the imagination of the Wall’s would-be hunters. Their first hunts had been a shambles, hunters who only a few years earlier had been innkeepers or clerks, junior priests or government officials, sliding on ice-crusted snow in leather boots and waving spears made from bits of furniture and kitchen knives.