The Breaking — Chapter 23

Market day. We've been up since dawn, packing bundles of cheese into damp clay pots to keep the heat out. Our satchels bulge and sag with the weight. The morning milk-pots have been overflowing with milk from dams who've spent all spring feasting on rain-kissed greens. And the dams aren't the only ones happy: the rest of the herd's in fine spirits now that you're the one watching them on the mountain every day.