Sublime

Alver came up to say, politely, that he was sorry about all this. Halla stared at him and said “So why aren’t you letting me go?” “Mother, you know,” said Alver, wringing his clammy, ringed hands. “Get out,” said Halla.

shrew?

“Are you asking me if I think I can fight one guard and a group of elderly women with embroidery hooks?” “yes?” “My lady Halla, I have fought dragons on multiple occasions.” Halla considered this. “Did you win, though?”

“Look. My husband died years ago. His great-uncle Silas took me in. Silas left me everything in his will, like an idiot.