His one clear eye focused on her. You re the one who brought this about with that tale of a white bear. He gestured disgustedly to the assemblage. I only brought the tale, not the vain boasts, she countered defiantly. A hint of a smile twitched the corners of Uncle s mouth, almost lost in the stained beard.
Boldness lives on in a slip of a girl.
He shook his head. At least it lives on. The old man s eye glazed over for a moment and Asgrid knew he might start a rambling story of the old times at any moment if she didn t divert him. There was no bear, she said clearly. The eye blinked at her.