Confessions
I spent most of the night lying in bed replaying every aspect of my adventure and debating whether or not my discovery truly was the Torstein. I suspected that the Eihalbe would not have alerted me to its presence if it had no mystical significance. Even if the stone could not send me into history, perhaps it had some other magical properties. Eventually I nodded off, and when I awoke, daylight brightened the room, the sounds of the shower drifting outward from the attached bathroom. My alertness returned to me in a flash at the memory of what lay in my pocket, and I threw the covers off of my bed.
Vreni stood before the full-length mirror applying her makeup, which meant that Erika occupied the shower. I wondered whether my Teuton friend had a hangover; if so, she would need
