Mjolner led Thorbjorn and I through the village to the meadow overlooking Runde and Lake Superior. The cat headed straight for the entrance to the caves below, mostly hidden now by the tall grass, but I wandered instead closer to the top of the bluff so I could look down.
It had been so long since I had been to Runde. It looked the same from up here, tidy little houses mostly concealed under tall pines and beech trees. The roofs of fish houses dotted the rocky shore. A single dirt road wound around from where the bluff almost touched the lake, then up the valley towards me.
I could see the patch of barren ground where my grandmother"s Runde cottage had once stood. All the debris left from when the magical tornado had destroyed her home was gone now, but the outline of where the walls had
