We arrived to the cottage at noon. Temperature was now „only“ -21. My friend and girls friend, now warmed up, were waiting and also temperature in...ide cottage has reached until +10 (52 F). I asked: „This has lasted almost 4 hours. Come in and put the clothes back on!“„No!“ replied girl again resolutely. „But I need some rest after walking over 10 kilometres. Bring something from house, on which I can sit!“We brought chair and also made for her hot tea. Funny, if someone had seen this weird. There was nopossibility to have another son. His family name would die with him. Ofcourse, he could always adopt one of his daughter's future husbands, butthis was not the same. A last hope would be if a male child weregenerated in that ceremony, but even so, it would not be a replacementfor his lost boy.He watched his son and the girl being brought to the temple's entrance.He could hardly recognize him wearing that female toga, the stola, theexquisite hair style and the painted face. He looked. I stopped and took a deep breath which I let out slowly.Calm.“What’s a Sword Saint?”“A man whose Destiny is to do Our Lady’s Purpose. Called in times of strife to fulfill a specific task. They, you, are the pinnacle of skill with a Purpose. Supposedly, once set upon a task cannot be deterred from his path until his death, and that always comes at a price for those that oppose him that all fear to pay.” She sounded like a book reciting my doom. This was a lesson learned long ago and now coming. " Wynne, Alistair, and Aedan exchanged glances. "Now you're freaking me out. Just tell me!"Aedan spoke. "Sierra, you ... almost died. The dragon almost burned you alive. You distracted it enough that Alistair and Zev were able to kill it. Morrigan put you under with a sleep spell until Wynne recovered and could heal you, but then you wouldn't wake up. We carried you out unconscious."Alistair cut in. "And my eyebrows will grow back."Wynne rolled her eyes at him. "Sierra, I very nearly didn't get.