Jake was wrong about Liffi knowing the way back to Aelfheim. She flew aimlessly over the East Yorkshire Wolds, in ever-widening circles, trying to remember anything about that magical evening which might give her a clue. It was hopeless. She’d been too drunk on elfin music and dancing to take note of where the procession was heading and where a great ash tree had been. She remembered it growing out of a barrow, but little else. There were several things she daren’t do, and these were to disturb Freya at the temple, to go boldly to the rainbow bridge and enter Asgard, or even return to Jake. She had many reasons for not daring to do these things, but she couldn’t fly around until she dropped from exhaustion when night set in.
She shrieked in frustration, startling a flock of starlings in a
