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Chapter 17
When we got back to the campsite under the tree, we found the others had built up a smaller fire a little distance away from the remains of the bonfire. A cast-iron pot hung from an iron tripod, flames l*****g its rounded bottom, but all that seemed to be inside of it so far was water that had not yet come to a boil. Thorfinna had a small stack of dead rabbits on a table just outside of her wagon and was in the process of dressing them. I felt something brush against my leg as Mjolner shot away from the three of us to give Thorfinna all of his most worshipful attention. Hulda was washing shriveled-looking potatoes in a basin just outside her own tent, and Yngvildr emerged from hers with fistfuls of fresh green herbs. Rabbit stew for dinner, then, but not for at least another hour. My st
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