By now, I was used to the way everyone examined the entire interior of the wagon before turning their attention to me. So I just waited as Hulda looked all around her before sitting on the very edge of the low stool across from me. But there was no curiosity or interest on her face, just a nose-wrinkling disdain. And once she was sitting down, she started to put her folded hands on the table, then thought better of it, setting them instead on her own lap.
There was nothing on that tabletop to offend, but I let that little moment go without comment.
"I suppose you"re wondering where I was the night of the Dísablót?" she said. But she didn"t wait for me to respond, just went on, "I was up later than you, but then most of us were. When I left the bonfire, only Thorfinna was still particular
