The second gift looked like a toy — a little ship, so dainty that it made you wonder how Dvalin, with his big, clumsy hands, was able to handle it with such ease.
The second gift looked like a toy—a little ship, so dainty that it made you wonder how Dvalin, with his big, clumsy hands, was able to handle it with such ease. But when it was finished, he said with pride:
“This is Skidbladnir, greatest of ships. Winds will always favour her. She will never be lost at sea. And when the journey’s done, she can be folded up so small that she’ll fit into your pocket.” And then he uttered a cantrip, and the ship folded up like paper, fold after fold after fold, until it became a silver compass that he dropped into my hand.
