Chapter 24
As I watched Thorbjorn and his brothers catch up with the still-jogging figure of Solvi down in the valley below, I sensed movement around me. The trolls were still sitting on the dried grass, but they were scooting closer until they were sitting all around me, watching me with open, if ugly, faces. They were like children at some library's story time, and they were all waiting for me to start reading them the story.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked them.
"You are the volva," one of them said, and gestured as if at something around me. They were still seeing me as I had drawn myself, I guessed. I adjust the ends of my windbreaker, to let it drape a bit more like that cape.
"That's true, but you can call me Ingrid," I said to the trolls.
"Ingrid," they all chorused, nodding a
