Trapped

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    We showed ourselves out of the foreman’s manse and walked up the hill to our own cabin.
    » So we’re going to Hel, eh? How do we prepare for that? «
    » We’re going to yet another sporting goods store—one here in the States, preferably without dark elves or vampires inside, where we can get ourselves some bows and arrows. Then we’re going to cook us up a big heaping batch of poison. «
    » Let me guess: wolfsbane? «
    » Yep. Why should we wear rubber gloves? «
    » Because the aconite in the leaves will seep through our skin. «
    » Ogma was right, « I said. » You are well trained. « I was expecting a well-deserved punch on the arm, but Granuaile instead sank down and swept my feet out from under me and dropped me on my back. She kept walking and spoke over her shoulder.
    » Trained by the best, « she said. I was about to declare that I loved her when she added, » It’s not going to work. «
    » What isn’t? «
    She stopped and turned around, waiting for me to get up. » Picking him off safely from a distance using poisoned arrows. «
    » Why not? «
    » Because somebody else would have done it by now if it were that easy. Freyja could go down there by herself with a sniper rifle and put a bullet in his brain if it were that easy. Odin could have used his spear. A hobbit could have chucked a rock at him with such accuracy and velocity that it beggars belief. «
    › I’m going to do a Rick James parody in your honor, Granuaile. » She’s a very clever girl, the kind you don’t take home to Ogma. She will never give you Brussels sprouts when she could give you steak. «‹
    Granuaile petted Oberon and complimented him on his singing voice, while I rose from the ground, brushed myself off, and sighed. » You’re right. It’s wishful thinking on my part. But I still think we should make the poison. I’ll put it on Fragarach’s blade. You can put it on your throwing knives if you get a chance to use them. Maybe we should get you a bowie knife or something while we’re at it. Your staff won’t be able to do much damage to him. «
    » It’ll get me close to him, « she said, referring to the invisibility spell.
    » True. But you still can’t do it all by yourself. His hearing and sense of smell will be excellent. We’ll need to provide a distraction for you if you’re going to sneak up on him. «
    » An army should prove sufficiently distracting, shouldn’t it? «
    » Let’s hope. «
    » Let’s also hope this goes better than the last time you tried using poison. «
    » Definitely. « She was alluding to an unfortunate encounter with skinwalkers in Arizona.
    We ran errands after bidding farewell to Oberon. We grabbed some gloves and some bags and shifted to a forest in Germany with plenty of wolfsbane—also known as monkshood and myriad other names. There were species of it in the United States—even in Colorado near our cabin—but this species contained the most concentrated poison.
    After a trip to one of those giant retailers that sells luxury camping gear and slippers lined with sheepskin, along with more practical wares, we each had two knives of sufficient size to earn the notice of a wolf like Fenris. We returned to our cabin in Colorado to distill the poison and prepare our blades. Oberon was out hunting for his dinner, so we left him to it and enjoyed a shower together, which included auxiliary exercises that occurred to us along the way. Afterward, I decided I had endured the beard long enough. It had been something of a necessity during Granuaile’s training and even more so during her binding, but now I should be able to keep myself trimmed on a regular basis, so it was back to the goatee.
    It was near midnight in Sweden after that. We decided to dress in black to pretend to be Celtic ninjas. Comfy black jeans and black long-sleeved shirts, even black gloves. We both had our iron amulets tucked underneath our shirts. Strapped to our thighs on either side were newly poisoned knives; I had also poisoned Fragarach.
    » Ready? « I asked.
    » I don’t know. Should we take some bottled water or something? «
    » I don’t think so. Frigg made no mention of such preparation. It should be a quick operation. We’ll mooch off the dwarfs if we have to. «
    » What if they won’t give us any? «
    » Then we’ll steal from the dwarfs if we have to. «
    » Gods, Atticus. I’m in charge of logistics from now on. «
    » That reminds me. We’re going somewhere cold. Let me