LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr restrained himself from calling out during the battle, even though he'd been crouched on his toes, leaning forward, completely enraptured as he watched the women duel. Katja lived up to his mother's stories and he felt a new found respect for the woman building in his chest. She apologized and Lyndvarr shook his head. "Det er greit. Jeg likte å se deg kjempe. Hvis du liker kan jeg pleier å sårene dine"
Lynd nodded. "Ja det er vi. Vi søker etter vår mor , Auora og vår tante Katja . Vi er gamle nok til å være på vår egen og vår vaktmester , Inga ... hun har hatt visjoner …" His voice trailed off at the memory of the warnings and the visions and of his mother's last words before she left. Deep in his heart he guessed the answer to the question that had been hanging over his head but he was still a child in some respects and he still clung to hope. "Er du Katja?"
