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“All right, but” I got up too, lugging ain why a horror froodforsaken hole in the ice?”

“I don’t know it all, Jal Sageous told h that may be lies Skilfar had more to say—”

“What? When?” I didn’t remember any of that

“She didn’t speak to you?” Snorri raised his brows

“Of course she did You heard her So led by my cock Dreadful old crone, mad as a brush”

“I meantwithout words” He frowned “She spoke in my head, the whole time”

“Hmmm” I wondered how ason’s head It see ht be responsible for Skilfar’s words not reachingin my best interests with such selective deafness, I didn’t know “Remind me”

“The unborn are hard to suh, where the conditions are right, where the tin”

“Well, anyone knows that!” All new to me

“And so they are scattered”

“Yes”

“But what the Dead King has ordered in the Bitter Ice, the work histhe unborn, from all corners of the earth To one place Perhaps when your friend at the opera found hieted and escaped he abandoned whateverin the North Or maybe he was always bound there after whatever business drew him into Vermillion”