Chapter 25
Now that it was finally starting to get cold during the day, I could've wished for a few more warm Indian summer days. But as I stopped my work to sit for a moment on one of the benches and warm my hands over the flames of the fire-pit, I decided that it wasn't so bad. With Loke and Thorbjorn's help, it had only taken the better part of a day to load all of Solvi's moveable art onto the two wagons we had brought down from Villmark. And at least it hadn't started raining, which had looked like a real possibility when I had woken up that morning.
"I still don't get it," Loke said as he sat down across from me and peeled off his gloves to hold his palms toward the fire.
"What don't you get?" I asked.
"That bear," he said, pointing his chin towards the last sculpture which Thorb
