Chapter 12:
A rumbling noise woke Viktor up in the middle of the night.
It came from downstairs.
He got up and crawled out of his bed before heading downstairs.
In the kitchen, he heard the sound of stuff getting pushed around.
“Where is it?” He suddenly heard a voice say.
As Viktor turned on the light, he caught Sheep-Cote Clod with his head inside of the
cupboards, going through all of their stuff.
“Uhm,” Viktor said hesitantly. “Can I help you?”
“Arh!” Sheep-Cote Clod jumped, hitting his head on the cupboard with a loud, hollow
bonk.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Viktor said, trying not to laugh at the Lad holding his
head.
“I can’t find the map!” Sheep-Cote Clod said as he turned back to the cupboards. “I can’t
find home without it!”
“Where was the last place you saw it?” Viktor asked carefully.
“Hm,” Sheep-Cote Clod paused. “Good question. Maybe it was actually in your friend
Jon’s house.”
“You know Jon?” Viktor asked surprised.
“Of course I know Jon. We all know Jon. Just like we all know you. And Yrsa. If you’re
good we bring you nice stuff, if you’re bad you only get fishbones or a potato. Don’t you
know the rules, little boy?”
Of course Viktor knew the rules.
As he took a step, something crunched beneath his feet. “Oh,” he said as he looked
down, realizing he was standing on a piece of paper. As he opened it up, it showed their city,
the forest, and had a drawn line all the way back to the mountain where the Yule Lads lived.
“Here, isn’t this your map?” Viktor asked, looking to Sheep-Cote Clod.
“It is!” Sheep-Cote Clod said happily as he snatched the map out of Viktor’s hands.
“Thank you so much, little boy!” He said before he ran out of the door.