Wannabe female Templars? That suggested Clara was in danger, unless they thought witches were okay.

Or she worked out quickly enough to hide her magic. Clara had done this before, and I thought she could handle it. I wasn’t, though, entirely sure.

And if I was right about what was going on, I thought it was wisest to pull her out now. I tried to call her.

No response. And no fyrhund to track her. A tear started in the corner of my eye. I should have given it a name. Next time, I would give it a name – I had a feeling it was not the last fyrhund I would encounter.

But then, could I…it pulled me closer towards Muspelheim, didn’t it? Maybe…

But even if I was better off without it, what had happened was wrong and somebody deserved to pay for it. I knew exactly who that somebody was.

Clara not answering, though, was my immediate worry. She was clearly in some kind of trouble. Well, or she just turned her phone off.

I had a feeling she was in some kind of trouble. So, I called Seb. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Appears our female warriors may be cross sex Templar wannabes. I think Clara’s in danger.”

“I have a tracer on her.”

I relaxed immediately. “Thanks. Keep an eye on her. They might decide to, I dunno, burn her at the stake or something.”

“If they don’t…”

“Priests could make a spirit bomb. I mean, they wouldn’t. Furthermore…we may have another issue, if they make too much noise.”

“Alright. Uh…why don’t you keep looking for the spirit bomb maker your way and I’ll watch Clara and call you?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Okay.”

I wondered about him not asking what the other problem was, but maybe he’d caught the point with “Templar wannabes.”

Driven. I could see that. And they would probably think I was a demon too. I just got the impression…well.

I decided I was going to look up the symbol anyway, to see if there were any other possibilities. Or, rather, I’d ask Kanesha to. She was so much better at that kind of thing than I was.

And I knew where to find her.