ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 8
I barely tasted breakfast, and my first lesson in Time Travel Law passed without me making a single note. To be honest, I wasn’t really interested in this, especially after the teacher had actually said in last week’s lesson that common sense and morals prevailed in most cases. But still… I had planned to be a good student to get the grades I needed. It was hopeless though. My head was full of the Archivist, his ashen eyes, the impossible mission he’d given me.
Instead of listening to my teacher drone on about medieval law and punishments – basically, whatever you did was punishable by death – I made a plan of how to solve the mystery of the stolen ring. My first task was going to be talking to Hjalmar. While I knew there were other Viking experts and teachers, he was the only
