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We head south, to the southernmost hayfields in the country. In these parts is the farm that Dad said had the most beautiful name in Iceland: LOFTSALIR— SKY HALLS. The fields here are the first to turn green in the spring, and I remember their color as I beheld it from the other side, from my sea voyages to the east. Hayfields lying near the sea are a different green from those farther inland. Here they contrast with the dark volcanic rock of Dyrh?laey and the beach of polished black pebbles that diminish in size the closer they are to the water’s edge. Sibbi and I went there once with Dad, on our way to see Erika and my uncle Beggi in V?k. It was absolutely special to walk on the clattering pebbles that the sea had fulled, giving thebeach the feel of cloth. We looked down at the pebbles, ignoring sea and sky, and filled our pockets with them. The smallest variety went into one pocket, bigger pebbles into the other. Harpa Eir, ever-sorting, ever-arranging, looking forward to creating something out of this haul, threading pebbles together with silver wire and painting them with a slender paintbrush. FISH, replies Mom, as of old when she found me howling on the kitchen floor in my foster-daughter-of-wolves game, after returning from the fish shop, with me thinking she’d gone into town. Are you sleeping? Sponer immediately made for the staircase, followed a moment later by the porter. He turned the landing light on and walked up the stairs, while the porter remained below, looking up at him. “Patrick, you are an officer in the king’s army. If they recognized you . . .” “I had the honor of worshipping at the great sanctuary in Bethlehem,” Duncan said, speaking of the Moravians’ mother church in America. “They are not unfamiliar with the horrors of the wilderness.” * * * “The Blooddancer.” Duncan did not realize he had said the word aloud until he saw the woman shudder. Wanderlust or insanity, I say. What to call it? “But you’re sure it wasn’t Lyon.” And what if you don’t like the answers you get? Wouldn’t you be worse off? “Maps of what?” “Because,” Duncan continued, “you knew men would come from the north to find it.” As soon as they turned the corner, the two of them immediately saw Marie and broke into a run. She started in the other direction, towards Mariahilfer Strasse. At that very moment the Oxenbauers, the housekeeper and the second detective came round the corner ahead of her. The first lot shouted to the second to stop Marie. She therefore ran as quickly as she could diagonally across the street, ducking and weaving to evade the first two, and ran on with all six of them in hot pursuit. “See?” he said. “You feel it inside. They all are watching me fuck you. They want to see it from every side and in every way. You feel me between your intestines, under your heart, pressing, pressing?” Hickey swallowed noisily and did the post-pint sigh:Ahhhhh.‘Get back here, you,’ he said. ‘You’ve shopped me to the Tax Man, haven’t you?’ She looked at him. The girls might have expected him to start up a conversation, but he said nothing. The blonde brought the sandwich to her mouth and took a bite. As she opened her lips, he saw her gleaming teeth..

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