Chapter 4 Karenina, her name was. A single glance from her had changed Svanhild's life. Were all dredge so beautiful? She had never stopped to wonder, not while cutting them down. They had just been a nuisance to be cleared from the foothills. Now questions gnawed at her like starving snow leopards. She had to know more, even if it meant making mountains out of molehills. There was only one thing left to do. Svanhild had to go undercover. Svanhild had to become...a mole.