While the bridal procession gathered at Kanna's house, she packed. Warms furs, the few household goods her mother had given her in preparation for her betrothal, and what was left of her allowance.

As Kanna waited for the procession to leave, she added all of her lighter clothing to her pack. It was warmer down south, everyone said, and Kanna didn't want to roast herself or be forced to travel in her underwear.

As the bridal procession wound its way to Tinook's house, Kanna headed in the opposite direction, making her way to Pakku's house. She entered without knocking. "I'm leaving today," she told Pakku. "You can come with me or stay here. I don't care which."

"I can't leave the tribe," Pakku said. "Not even for you."

"And I can't stay, Kanna said. "Not even for you. This is goodbye then."

Pakku nodded. "Do you have a canoe?"

"Seaworthy and loaded with supplies." Kanna paused for a moment, not entirely willing to leave. She fingered her betrothal necklace. Usually if a betrothal was broken, it was returned, but Kanna disliked the idea of traveling without it.

"Keep it," Pakku said. "I made it for you."