Michael Ridpath - Where the Shadows Lie

During all this, the farmer’s mother added certain helpful embellishments and corrected the odd detail, but the old man sat in his chair, silent, watching and listening.

Magnus and Ingileif stood up, and were taking their leave when he spoke for the first time. ‘Tell them about the hidden man, Steini.’

‘The hidden man?’ Magnus looked sharply at the old man and then at the younger farmer.

‘I will, Father. I’ll tell them outside.’

Adalsteinn ushered Magnus and Ingileif out into the yard.

‘What hidden man?’ said Magnus.

‘Father has seen the huldufolk all his life,’ Adalsteinn said. ‘There are a few who live around here, according to him. Have done for generations. You know how it is?’ His friendly face examined Magnus, looking for signs of disdain.

‘I know how it is,’ said Magnus. Alfabrekka meant ‘Elf Slope’ after all. There was some discussion in Iceland as to the precise differences between elves and hidden people, but this place was probably teeming with both races. What should he expect? ‘Go on.’

‘Well, he says he saw a young hidden man scurry by on the far side of the valley an hour before the pastor arrived.’

‘A hidden man? How does he know it wasn’t a human?’

‘Well, he and my mother decided it was a hidden man, because the pastor was wearing an old gold ring.’

‘A ring?’

‘Yes. I didn’t see it, but they took off his gloves to get his hands warm, and he was wearing it.’

‘And what has that to do with hidden people?’

Adalsteinn took a deep breath. ‘There is an old local legend about a wedding ring. Thorgerd, the farmer’s daughter of Alfa-brekka, was tending her sheep on the high pastures when she was approached by a handsome young hidden man. He took her away and married her. The farmer was angry, searched for Thorgerd and killed her. Then he chased after the hidden man. The hidden man concealed the wedding ring in a cave guarded by the hound of a troll. The farmer went to look for the ring but the troll killed him and ate him. Then there was a great eruption from Hekla and the farm was buried in ash.’

Magnus was impressed by how far Gaukur’s Saga had been mangled over the generations. The basic elements were still there, though: the ring, the cave, the troll’s hound. ‘So your father thinks that the hidden man was looking for the pastor?’

‘Something like that.’

‘And what do you think?’

The farmer shrugged. ‘I don’t know. He told the police, who didn’t take any notice. No one else had seen a young man on the hills. There was no reason for a young man to go out in a snow-storm. I don’t know.’

‘Do you mind if we go back and ask your father about the hidden man?’

‘Be my guest,’ said the farmer.

The old man was still in his armchair while his wife was tidying up the coffee cups.

‘Your son tells me that the pastor was wearing a ring?’

‘Oh, yes,’ said the old man’s wife.

‘What kind of ring?’

‘It was dark, dirty but you could see it was gold under the dirt. It must have been very old.’

‘It was the hidden man’s wedding ring,’ said the old man. ‘That’s why his friend was killed. He stole the hidden man’s wedding ring. Fool! What did he expect? I’m surprised the pastor wasn’t killed as well, although he was half dead when he came to our door.’

‘Did you see the hidden man clearly?’ Magnus asked.

‘No, it was snowing. I caught no more than a glimpse of him, really.’

‘But you could tell he was young?’

‘Yes. By the way he moved.’

Magnus glanced at Ingileif. ‘Could he have been thirteen?’

‘No,’ said the old man. ‘He was taller than that. And besides, remember he was married. Thirteen was too young for a hidden man to get married, even in those days.’ He stared at Magnus with eyes full of certainty.

*

‘Tomas was tall at the age of thirteen, one of the tallest in our class,’ Ingileif said. ‘Probably one metre seventy-five, something like that.’

They were driving fast down the Thjorsardalur back towards Reykjavik.

‘So he could have been out there with them that day,’ Magnus said.

‘You would have thought that the police would have discovered that, wouldn’t you?’

‘Maybe not,’ said Magnus. ‘Country police. No reason at all to think that a murder had been committed. I will dig out the files. They’re probably at Selfoss police headquarters.’

‘I knew Hakon had the ring!’ Ingileif said.

‘It certainly sounds like it. Though I still find it difficult to believe the ring actually exists.’

‘But the farmers saw it on his finger!’

‘Yes, just before they saw an elf.’

‘Well, I don’t care what you believe. I believe Hakon killed my father and took the ring! He must have done.’

‘Unless it was Tomas who killed him?’

‘He was only thirteen,’ said Ingileif. ‘He wasn’t that kind of kid. Whereas Hakon…’

‘Well, if Tomas didn’t kill your father, he would have witnessed it. It sounds like I have plenty to talk to him about.’

‘Can’t we just go back to Hruni and search Hakon’s house?’

‘We need a warrant. Especially if we’re going to find evidence we plan to use at trial, which it sounds like we might. That’s why I’ve got to get back to Reykjavik.’

They were going pretty fast. The surface of the road along the edge of the river was excellent, but there were some bends and wiggles. Magnus sped over the crest of a small hill, and almost hit a white BMW four-wheel-drive coming at him the other way.

‘That was close.’ He glanced over to see Ingileif’s reaction to his driving.

She was sitting bolt upright in her seat, frowning slightly.

Her phone rang. She answered quickly, glanced at Magnus, mumbled ‘ Ja,’ two or three times, and hung up.

‘Who was that?’ Magnus asked.

‘The gallery,’ Ingileif answered.

Magnus took Ingileif directly to her apartment in 101.

‘Will I see you tonight?’ she said as she got out of the car. ‘I could cook you dinner.’ She smiled.

‘I don’t know,’ said Magnus. ‘I’m bound to be working late on the case.’

‘I don’t mind,’ said Ingileif. ‘We can eat late. I’ll be eager to hear what’s happening. And well…’ she hesitated, blushing. ‘It would be nice to see you.’

‘I don’t know, Ingileif.’

‘Magnus? Magnus, what is it?’

‘There’s this girl. Colby. Back in Boston.’

‘But I asked you if there were any girls! You told me there weren’t.’

‘There aren’t.’ Magnus tried to get his thoughts in order. ‘She’s an ex-girlfriend. Definitely an ex-girlfriend.’

‘Well then?’

‘Well…’ Magnus was floundering. Ingileif was standing on the pavement watching him flounder. Her smile was long gone.

‘Yes?’

‘Am I just like Larus?’

‘What!’

‘I mean, am I just a, you know, someone to see, when you feel like

…’

‘When I feel like a fuck? Is that what you’re trying to say?’

Magnus sighed. ‘I don’t know what I’m trying to say.’

‘Look, Magnus. You’re going back to the States in the next few days. I would like to spend as much time as possible with you before you go. It’s simple. If you have a problem with that, just tell me, and I won’t waste my time. Do you have a problem with that?’

‘I…’

‘Don’t bother answering, because come to think of it, maybe I have a problem myself.’ She turned on her heel.

‘Ingileif!’

‘Men are such jerks,’ she muttered as she stalked back to her flat.

‘Not another fucking elf!’