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“What is this place?” I asked.
Vik grinned, flashing white teeth. “We call it ‘Yggdrasil’. The tree that holds the worlds.”
I squinted up at the giant ash. The canopy spread larger than the roof of any building I’d seen.
“He jests,” Thorsteinn shook his head. I was used to their rhythm. Vik joked, and Thorsteinn pretended to disapprove, keeping his smiles to himself. “The real ‘Yggdrasil’ is the tree of life, or the world tree. It holds the nine worlds, including Asgard, home of the gods.”
“There’s only one God,” I corrected automatically, and covered my mouth, horrified to hear the teachings of the nuns spilling out of my mouth.
“Really?” Vik c****d his head. “Is that what you believe?”
I gulped, but both Vik and Thorsteinn watched me closely, as if truly interested in what I
