Solstice

Huginn: An interstice in time saves nine. Or at least as close to nine as makes no difference.

Muninn: Odd, that. I remember when a sudden lunge would save three, and a sole stitch would save six.

H: I think we are unravelling this night.

M: I think we have been travelling every night.

H: This is not good.

M: But the solstices have often been extreme. It is their right.