“Fine,” you answer. “What is it?”
“Do you seek wisdom?
“Yes, obviously.”
“Then what is it that you want to know?”
“Is my brother dead, is he truly dead, or is he alive?”
“Your brother died on the ship, in the cold water, shivering in the spray.” She laughs. “No Valhöll for him.”
As you sit shocked into silence, the woman demands payment. She starts to go for your eye. You remember your mother’s pendant, a pendant of Odin, and you raise it before you. The witch reels back and flees as you continue to sit, wondering what is true.
