I had only been inside the wagon once before, when I had put the lunch things away the day we had all met on the road. Now I found that Mjolner was once more all curled up sleeping on the bed as if it were his and he had slept there a thousand times before.
But it seemed like Thorfinna had never been inside this space. She had to turn sideways to get her shoulders through the doorframe for one thing. Then she hovered there, half-bent over because of the lowness of the roof, and just took the whole scene in. Every item on every shelf, as if making a mental inventory.
But she didn"t try to touch anything. She just settled herself oh so gently on one of the stools at the table. I squeezed in across from her and folded my hands on the tabletop.
"I wanted to start with you, actually," I admi
