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Only an inch of the world-famous evening sun was left above the horizon. As the terns hovered over the night-shaded fjord and the dewy grass grew in its midsummer dream, it emerged that those gray, long-suffering workers' huts that hunkered here like forgotten flotsam on an isolated shore had become a military base. And Salka Valka had been ordered to take the field against the children of Magnús Book-
She stuck the knuckles of one hand momentarily between her teeth, as she had done when she was little, and then stared into space and muttered uncomprehendingly-