The question further discomposed Nilsson. This old man was a peculiar mixture of country oaf and sharp-minded politician. He was almost impossible to read and thus unpredictable and dangerous. Who knew what information he might be picking up from the most seemingly casual conversation? Nilsson reminded himself that whatever else Gryss might be, he was the head man of this village and doubtless not without skill in manipulating people. It would be unwise to take him for granted. He resolved to keep him at arm’s length for the remainder of his stay.
Starting now.
‘No,’ he said, with great sincerity, ‘there’s nothing to concern you. I told you before, many things have changed lately and we’ve simply been given the task of reporting on the state of the borders as well as... gathering... the
