She sat down, made a fire, and once it was going pulled out a length of fishing line. In short order, she had a brace of fish roasting and some cattail roots to go with them. The food restored her and gave her time to think. How was she going to cross the Fens? There was a causeway to the west, but it was almost a week's walk from where she was. Or she could try crossing straight through the middle, which, from all that she had ever heard about the Fens, was a quick way to a slow and ...