![]() ![]() I thought we weren't going to keep harping on about a trivial little mistake.”Īnd then a third voice, high and raw, which screeched, “Silence.” “And you, of all people, don't need to go blaming people. Better than roasted goose.” And then, the gloomy voice, so bass it made Odd's stomach vibrate, changed its tone. You don't know what it was like, smelling that honey. I told you not to go pushing that tree down. And then into the dream a booming gloomy voice that said,Īnd a higher voice, bitterly amused, that said, “Oh, right. Odd closed his eyes, and he was asleep.ĭreams of darkness, of flashes, of moments, nothing he could hold onto, nothing that comforted him. ![]() It didn't smell like his father at all, he realised, as he sat down on it, as he placed the crutch carefully against the wall, to pull himself up when he woke. He walked over to the straw mattress, and climbed onto it. “We'll find more food tomorrow,” said Odd. The fox and the bear both looked like they were still hungry. They ate until the fish was all gone, but only Odd and the eagle seemed satisfied with their portions. ![]() But bears and foxes and eagles all, he discovered, eat salmon, and feeding them was the least he could do to thank them for seeing him home. Odd had imagined that the side of salmon would feed him for a week or more. This is how Chapter 3 of Odd and the Frost Giants begins. ![]()
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