Margit Sandemo - The Ice People 25 - The Angel

“Well, he’s dead now,” said Tula in her light, clear voice. “Now nobody needs to be afraid any more.”

“No, thank goodness for that,” Gunilla sighed.

Tula hadn’t thought much about what had happened, because she had a certain ability to float above everything that was unpleasant. Now she went out into the barn, where her big black cat tended to spend its time. It came up to her immediately with its tail in the air.

Tula sat down with the cat in her arms, burying her face in its soft fur. Slowly, tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She didn’t cry over what had happened to her and her lost virginity, which didn’t mean very much to her. It had just been an interesting experiment. No, Tula wept for the unfinished lives: the dear young children who would never see the light of day any more. The victims of that very popular choirmaster. She thought of their last hours, those who didn’t have her pluck and strength, let alone her special gifts.

Tula wasn’t totally cold.

She wiped away her tears resolutely.

“I know it, I’m just like Sol,” she whispered to the cat. “Sol had to die because you can’t just go about killing people you don’t care for. That is precisely what I can do. I need to be more careful. Sol wasn’t careful at all: she bragged about her special gifts. I’ll never do that!

The cat looked her solemnly in the eyes.

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