The game began again, almost twenty children running, Einar swinging his arms ponderously in a half-hearted attempt to catch them. Røkia moved faster than Varg could follow, and in her wake children were left lying on the ground. One started to cry. Four children made it to the safety of the wagon. “What are you doing?” Einar said to Røkia. “Helping you win,” Røkia said. “You are clearly useless at this game.” Einar walked over to her, leaned close, but Varg still heard his whisper. “I have been letting them win,” Einar explained. “Letting them win!” Røkia exclaimed, “are you insane?” “It
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