CHAPTER 22
My grandmother chased the council out of the cabin even as Nilda and I got a shivering Kara settled closer to our fireplace and stoked up the fire to blaze uncomfortably hot. Valki wanted to object, or at least wanted to know who was guarding the ancestral fire if all three of them were there in Frór's cabin, miles away from that cave. But my grandmother was insistent, and soon we were alone.
"Here," my grandmother said, putting a wooden mug of something bitter-smelling into Kara's hands. She took a sip and grimaced, but my grandmother lifted the bottom of the mug to be sure she drank it all.
Whatever it was, it stopped Kara's shivers in a way that the fire hadn't.
"Now, tell me," my grandmother said.
"Did Ingrid tell you about my dreams?" Kara asked, her voice a mere rasp.
