Obviously, my first impression was that this must have been one of my ancestors. All volvas in Villmark descend from Torfa. We"re all Torfudottirs.
But I knew so little about all the generations between Torfa and my grandmother. I didn"t know their names or their stories. I didn"t know who this woman might have been. Or if anyone knew how she died.
Actually, I could make a good guess at that last bit. Whoever had smashed her skull in had known her fate. But no one else. Or else her body would"ve been taken away from this place. Taken to…
But I had run into the limits of my family knowledge yet again. If we had a barrow or a crypt, or a family graveyard, I had never seen it.
So, so many questions.
I rubbed at my head tiredly. My brain felt thicker than it had before I had attempted to
