I listened to the sounds of Sigvin getting back into her winter things. I was waiting to hear the sound of the door closing behind her before asking Thorbjorn what he thought of her story, but I didn"t get my chance. I heard the door open, but then there was a murmur of voices. Sigvin was talking to someone who had been standing outside my door.
I went into the hallway and saw Roarr halfway up my front walk, his wool hat in his hands as he looked up at Sigvin. Her back was rigid, and her gloved hands were in fists.
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"I was just expressing my condolences to Sigvin here," Roarr said. "I have, of course, heard the news."
"What good to me are your condolences?" she spat at him.
"Sigvin!" I gasped. I rushed to her side to put a hand on her arm before she
