She knew that it was stupid to trust a bandit and an admitted murderer. She knew that they had met under dreadful circumstances and those circumstances had gotten steadily worse. But she also knew that she trusted Janna. Something had happened in those days and nights on the reindeer road, something to do with sharp knives, with hide and herd and things that humans did not have words for. She would trust Janna to the ends of the earth. And that was good, because that was where they were standing.
