Free Red Solstice (Alfheim Book 1) by Unknown Page A

difficulty and walk back around the spiral.  My head is throbbing and once again I burst into tears.  Hilda grabs me before I fall and rocks me in a hug as if I'm a baby once again.  When I finally calm down enough to sit in a chair I raise my hand to wipe my now running nose and discover I still hold the handkerchief.
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Tuesday 20 th
     
     
    What had seems to be just a few brief moments turned out to have taken up nearly two hours which together with the lack of food explained my headache to some extent.  Hilda had saved some dinner for me and insisted that I sat and ate before I spoke of what I had seen.  To be honest I was surprised that I had managed the sending, although part of me was still questioning whether it had been real or just my fraught imagination but then I had the handkerchief.  I have begun to feel as if I am on some alternative rite of passage with out the time to absorb or question what is or has been.
     
    Once I have eaten and had a cup of coffee I feel better able to tell Hilda what had happened  or rather part of what had happened. 
    “Well you were right about him wanting to take me back with him and it is my grandmother that has sent him to do this.  It seems she had her fortune told and they said one of her grandchildren would produce an heir to her land within the year.  It would also seem she is a bit of a control freak and thinks I should be married off to the highest bidder and perform this function.”
    “So this is why you were crying so hard,” she says looking at her coffee cup.
    “Yes and No”, I reply laughing, “Everything has been so strange and such a rush, if you know what I mean, and I have, well I just have not had enough time to chill out and take it all in properly, so I shouted at him and said what I thought which was ,well not kind in a way as he is only doing what he was told to and he seems quite a nice person underneath it all”.  Which seemed like a sensible place to stop.
     
    She is looking at me long and hard and I know I am transparent up to a point, and I do not want to face anything to do with feelings, and I hope she does not say anything to make me tell her what is really happening to me because I am not one hundred percent certain about feelings either, and it all seems wrong and just a bit like biting into an apple and finding it is rotten on the inside.  I really don't want to keep things back from her and I think she realises that as she does not question me further but diverts the conversation to how well the spiral had worked out.
    “To be honest I was not convinced that it would,” I said, but it was exciting that it did and I do feel quite proud of myself even if it has not created a way out of this mess.”
    “I don't know about that entirely,” she replies, “It is another step upon a path that many seek to find and few manage.  You do have a right to feel some pride in achieving what you have and who knows it may prove to be of necessity in the future.”
     
    Aylsa has been out for the evening and now I hear her key in the lock.  She seems full of the joys of spring as she fairly bounces into the kitchen.  I guess I do not need to ask who she was with.  Hilda and I exchange looks and both of us burst out laughing. 
    Aylsa poises at the coffee jug and turns to enquire why we are so merry but neither of us can answer this and I take my leave of them and chuckle my way off to bed.
     
    Yesterday had been hectic and exhausting.  I slept late and found that I had little appetite, although I was very thirsty and drank almost a litre of water once I was up and about.  The others had things to do, so I spent most of the day alone, and divided it between thinking about what I must do and focusing on what I had learned.  Some of the time was spent in the out building going through the paper trail we had made, some bits of it being discarded as having no relevance and others pinned in a neater line.   I jotted