Yrsa Sigurdardóttir - My Soul to Take

To my tiny grandson:

Reginn Freyr Mnason

The child felt the cold creeping up her legs and back, and she tried to sit up straight in the front seat to get a better view. She peered into the white snow surrounding the car, but could not make out any farm animals. Its too cold for the animals outside, she thought, wishing she could leave the car and go back inside the house, but she didnt dare say a word. A tear crept down her cheek as the man beside her struggled to start the engine. Pursing her lips, she turned her face away from him so that he wouldnt notice. Hed be so angry. She looked at the house where the car was parked and looked for the other girl, but the only living creature in sight was the farm dog, Rover, sleeping on the front steps. Suddenly he lifted his head and stared at her. She sent him a weak smile, but he stretched out again and closed his eyes.

The car sputtered to life and the man straightened up in his seat. About time, he said grufy as they drove away. He glanced at the girl, who had turned back to look straight ahead. Well, lets take a little trip. She bounced around in her seat as they drove along the rough, bumpy track leading away from the house. Try to hold on, he said without looking at her.

At last the car reached the road and they cruised along in silence for a while. The girl looked out of the window in the hope of seeing some horses, but the landscape all around was deserted. Then her heart skipped a beat when she realized where they were.

Are we going to my house? she asked hopefully.

You could say that.

The girl sat up even straighter and observed the scenery more closely. In front of them was familiar countryside, and clearly visible in the distance the rock that her mother had said was a troll who had turned to stone at daybreak. Instinctively she craned forward to look at it. A car appeared at the crest of the low hill ahead, driving toward them. It looked like a military vehicle. As they slowed down, the man ordered her to keep her head out of sight. Not unaccustomed to hiding, she did so without hesitation. He clearly agreed with her grandfather that nothing good ever came from the army. Her mother had whispered to her that soldiers were perfectly normal men, just like Grandfather. But younger. And better-looking. Just like you. The girl remembered how sweetly her mother had smiled at her when she said that.

The child heard the other vehicle approaching, getting louder until they passed each other and then fading away. She wriggled in her seat.

You can sit up, the driver said, and she did so. Do you know how old you are? he asked.

Four, she replied, taking care to speak clearly as her grandfather had taught her.

The man snorted. Youre really scrawny for a four-year-old.

Although the girl didnt understand the word scrawny, she realized that it was not good to be like that. She said nothing. There was a silence.

Do you want to see your mum again?

Her eyes widened and she looked up at the man. Was she going to see Mommy? Just thinking about it made everything okay. She nodded eagerly.

The little girls thighs no longer ached from the cold. Everything would be nice again. They turned down the road she knew so well. She saw her home and smiled for the first time in ages. The car drew up to the house slowly and stopped. Entranced, she stared out at the large, imposing house. It looked so sad and lonely. No lights, and no smoke from the chimney.

Is Mommy here? she said fretfully. Something strange was going on. The last time she had seen her, her mother had been lying in bed in a room in the mans house. She was sick, just like Grandfather had been, with no one except her daughter to help her. Perhaps Mommy went back home the night after she vanished from the bed? But then why had she left her with the man? Mommy wouldnt have done that.

Your mum isnt exactly here, but youll still see her. You can be together forever. He smirked, and the girl felt uncertainty creep into her happiness, but she dared not ask any questions.

The man threw open the car door and got out. He walked around and opened her door. Come on. Youre going on a little journey before you meet your mum.

Cautiously, the girl climbed out of the car. She looked all around, hoping to catch sight of someone or something to encourage her, but could see nothing.

The man bent down to take hold of her mittened hand. Come on, Ill show you something. He pulled her along with him and she almost had to run to keep up with his long strides.

They went behind the house to the cattle shed. A stench rose to greet them, becoming more rancid the closer they got. The little girl wanted to hold her nose but didnt dare. The mans expression implied that he could smell it too. When they reached the shed, he looked through a window, too high for the girl to reach. He leaped back, his hand over his mouth. She hoped nothing awful had happened to the cows, but she noticed that there was no sound from inside. Maybe the cows were asleep. The man tugged her onward again.

Bloody disgusting, he said. When they had walked a short distance from the cattle shed, he stopped and looked at the expanse of snow. He relaxed his grip on the girls hand. Where the hell was it? he muttered irritably. He scuffed at the snow with his shoe.

The child stood still while he searched in the snow. She wasnt happy anymore. Mommy wasnt here. She couldnt be under the snow. She was ill. Swallowing her sobs, she half whispered, Wheres my mommy?

Shes with God, he answered, still poking around with his foot.

With God? she echoed, bafed. Whats she doing there?

The man snorted. Shes dead. Thats when you go to God.

The child didnt really know what that meant. She had never met anyone who was dead.

Gods good, isnt He? She wasnt sure why she said this. She knew the answer, because her mother and grandfather had often told her. God was good. Very good. Will she come back from Gods house? she asked hopefully.

The man exclaimed triumphantly and stopped digging. Here it is! At last. He bent down and dusted the snow from the ground with his gloved hands. No, no one comes back from God. Youll have to go to Him if you want to see your mum.

The girl stiffened. What did he mean? She watched as he brushed the snow away to reveal a familiar steel hatch, the one in the field where her mother had forbidden her to play. Could God be down there?

The man stretched before bending down again to open the heavy trapdoor. Glancing at the girl, he smiled again. She wished he wouldnt. He beckoned her over. Hesitantly, she walked toward him and the yawning black space that had been revealed beneath the hatch.

Is God down there with Mommy? she asked tremulously.

The man was still grinning. No, Hes not there, but Hell come and fetch you from there later. Come on. He gripped her skinny shoulder and pulled her closer to the hole. Its a good thing youve been baptized. God doesnt let anyone in who hasnt been baptized. But lets hope God remembers you, because He cant check the church records. The mans smile turned even colder. Maybe we should make doubly sure and go through the ceremony again. I dont want God to refuse to take you. He laughed quietly.

The girl was not listening. She stared into the abyss as if hypnotized. Her mother would never go into a hole like that. She heard the man muttering something about a quick baptism but only looked up when he spun her around to face him, placed his snow-filled palm on to her forehead, and said, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

Although her forehead stung terribly from the cold, the expressionin his eyes chilled her more. She twisted her head away and put her hands in her anorak pockets. She was frozen, and her woolen mittens