Chapter 19
When I got to my grandmother's cabin I ran straight up the stairs to my bedroom to fetch the bag I had never unpacked from the day before. I glanced inside to be sure the sketchbook and pencils were still in there, then ran back down the stairs, but when I went to fetch my walking stick from the bin by the kitchen door, I saw Mjolner curled up on the kitchen table.
"Get down from there," I said, trying to shoo him away. He lifted his head and opened a solitary eye to give me a suspicious look. "Come on. You know mormor hates it."
He blinked that one eye slowly, as if acknowledging my words. Then he stood up and arched his back in a stretch, as if driving home the point that he was in no hurry to do as I asked. But finally even he couldn't stall any longer, and he jumped down
