South of the Long Marsh, along the banks of the Heort Creek, Sardalham is homestead to the clan’s fishers who make their living mainly from the river and the nearby marsh. Most fish in coracles, though some wade through the nearby marsh (one or two have perfected stilt walking). They draw the boats up along the shoreline here and there are smoking rooms for fish along the banks.
One of the elders here is Nisk Wood-Turner who was once the clan’s carpenter. He knows the secret of carving ‘living wood,’ the doorposts, chairs, and hall-pillars he carved have animated faces able to speak simple sentences. Nisk mocks his kinsmen’s conversion to the Red Moon, as do many of his carvings, unsettling those who live here.
Sardalham lies across the Heort Creek from Areneham, a Wulfsland steadfast. A ford connects the two villages and there is frequent contact to such an extent that the populations have merged. Many Wulfsland settlers now call Sardalham home. The Sardalings have turned to the Moon and the folk of Areneham are welcoming to their new ‘brothers and sisters.’ Leaders of both communities talk about cementing the relationship with marriages between their sons and daughters.