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Chapter 2 As I followed my grandmother along the horseshoe-shaped gravelly beach to the far side of the cave, some of the Villmarkers climbed back down off the ship to run out to meet us. The first were the Mikkelsen sisters, Kara and Nilda, with their close friend Gullveig with them. I knew the sisters well, having spent many an evening with them in the meeting hall. They were my most dedicated teachers of the variant of Norwegian the Villmarkers spoke, and of Villmarker culture in general. Gullveig I had met a few times, but only briefly. Still, she had made a powerful impression on my mind, as I suspect she did with most people. She was both drop-dead gorgeous and completely unaffected by it. Not unaware - she knew she turned heads - merely unwilling to feel superior just because of a