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Chapter 22 While Thorbjorn went to wake up the members of the council, my grandmother led the rest of us back towards the village square. We stopped at the garden gate of a house that looked no different from the others around it. We went inside and took off our shoes in the mudroom. It all felt so ordinary. "Ingrid, stay with Loke," she told me as she headed up a flight of stairs. "Okay," I agreed. "What's going on?" I whispered to Loke. "She has to get into her vestments," he told me. He had taken charge of Halldis when Thorbjorn had left and was guiding her up the few steps from the mudroom to the main space of the house. "Her what now?" I asked. "You know, like badges of office or whatever," he said. "But what's her office?" I asked. "She's the volva," Roarr said. He had been s