Chapter 12
About bridges and riddles and the many unsympathetic ones Characteristics of trolls
THE LIGHT changed when the story of the woodcutter ended. He looked up at the sky, as if hoping the darkness could be held back a little longer, and suddenly he stopped. Adam followed his gaze. Above their heads, just level with the forest canopy, Adam saw a black shape circling and thought he heard a distant croaking.
"Damn," hissed the woodcutter.
"What is it?" asked Adam.
"A raven."
The woodcutter took his bow from his back and notched an arrow in his string. He knelt, took aim, and then released the arrow. His goal was true. The raven jerked in mid-air as the arrow pierced its body, and then fell to the ground not far from Adam. It was dead, the arrowhead red with its blood.
"Foul bird
