Yngvildr looked around the wagon interior with great interest. She even sniffed the air, which had me doing the same. I could smell something like dried herbs, but only faintly, and it wasn"t anything I could identify. Perhaps Yngvildr could. I wondered what it told her.
She adjusted the stool across from mine, then sat down, smoothing her long skirt over her lap, then looking at me attentively.
"Have you been in here before?" I asked.
"I don"t think any of us have," she said. "Reginleif was a very private person."
"She sent me inside to put some dishes away less than an hour after she met me," I said.
"Really?" Yngvildr said with open surprise. But then she nodded her head to the pendant around my neck. "That probably had something to do with it. Do you know the history between her a
