A young, white forehead boring through the darkness. An eleven-yearold girl. Siss. It was really only a?ernoon, but already dark. A hard frost in late autumn. Stars, but no moon, and no snow to give a glimmer of light – so the darkness was thick, in spite of the stars. On each side was the forest, deathly still, with everything that might be alive and shivering in there at that moment. …