‘My father!’ Baldur yelled at him as soon as he saw him. ‘Where is my father?’
Neil looked around him bewildered. The house was deserted and looked as though it had not been lived in for some time. There were tables and chairs but some were fallen over and all were covered in dust. Baldur was adding to the chaos by kicking everything he could see and cursing.
‘Why do we not return to the valley and ask the man we saw?’ suggested Neil.
Baldur glared at him and repeated once again:
‘Where is my father? Where are all the people?’
Neil wished he knew. Now he remembered the men in the town whispering about Baldur and wondered if this is what he was supposed to find out soon enough.
At last Baldur stopped storming about and cursing, stopped lifting things and banging things.
‘You are righ
