“So…” Griep plopped back in her chair. “You want freedom for the swan? You’ll have to wait until our father gets home to negotiate terms. She is his prisoner, not ours.” “She’s a Valkyrie, of course,” Gjalp added. “Flew in our window last night. She refuses to show her true form. Thinks she can fool us by staying in that silly swan costume, but Dad is too clever for her.” “Bummer,” I said. “Well, we tried.” “Magnus…” Sam chided.
