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“We’d better, because I’ any farther east” East of Maladon was Osheim, and nobody went to Osheim Osheim here the Builders built the Wheel, and every fairy tale that ever launched a nightmare starts, “Once upon a time, not far from the Wheel of Osheim”

Snorri nodded, solemn “Maladon We’ll take ship in Maladon”

The h autu and good provisions bought in Hoff I’d paid the coin out withthat the pieces of silver could have been paving my way back to the heat of Vermillion

Ah places of Gelleth I caht in the Tall Castle had afforded us Even the stinking cots of the Falling Angel would have been heaven coale halfway up soested to Snorri that we take the longer but less arduous path via the Castle Red Merl Gellethar, the duke who kept that seat, was Grandmother’s nephew and would have some family duty to help us on our way

“No”

“Why the hell not?”

“It’s too long a detour” Snorrifor him

“That’s not the reason” He always grew cross when lying

“No”

I waited

“Aslaug cautioned against it,” he growled

“Aslaug? Isn’t Loki the Father of Lies? And she’s his daughter” I paused for him to deny it “So that would make hera lie?”

“I believe her this time,” he said