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last bite of sandwich.
    “That explains the forest and the colour of the sea,” said Greg. He paused to drain his can of cola. “But what about the traffic lights, the cash machine and the rest?”
    Lewis thought about that. “Normally they would be part of the national power grid, but obviously they can’t be attached to that now because we’re in a different world.”
    “Since we’re in Vanaheim,” mused Susie, “all that stuff must be plugged into a field of cosmic energy that provides power for this place.”
    “Can’t we just say it’s magic?” said Greg.
    “A field of cosmic energy,” Susie insisted. She pointed at the last sandwich Lewis had left on his plate untouched. “Are you going to eat that or what?”
    “Help yourself,” said Lewis.
    Susie grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite.
    “Well, whatever you call this energy field,” said Lewis, “Odin used it to send us a message. But what was he trying to tell us?”
    “It’s pretty clear he wants us to protect Asgard,” said Susie through a mouthful of sandwich.
    “How are we supposed to do that?” wondered Greg. “From what you say, Lewis, Asgard’s been blasted away to the land of the dead!”
    “That’s what Loki told me,” said Lewis.
    “He could be wrong about that,” said Susie, “or he could be lying just to fool us.”
    “Well, wherever Asgard is, we’re going to need a dagger to defend it,” said Greg. “Odin definitely said we need a dagger.”
    “A dagger? I have to tell you, I don’t have one on me,” said Susie.
    “Do you think a kitchen knife would do?” Lewis suggested.
    “If Odin had meant a kitchen knife, I’m pretty sure he would have said a kitchen knife,” Greg informed him.
    “Dagger it is then,” said Susie, taking a swig of cola. “So where are we going to get one of those? You won’t find one in the supermarket.”
    Lewis frowned for a moment. “The museum’s got a Viking exhibition going on just now. Maybe there’s a dagger on display there.”
    “A Viking dagger? That would be just the thing,” said Greg cheerfully.
    “Then what?” asked Susie. “How do we protect Asgard when we don’t know where it is?”
    “Maybe Odin will send another message once we have the dagger,” said Lewis.
    “Then we’d better not hang about,” said Greg. He stood up and brushed the crumbs off the front of his jumper. “Let’s get to the museum. Where is it?”
    “It’s in Kinburn Park,” said Lewis. “Have you never been there?”
    “They made us go in primary school once,” said Greg. “All I remember is eating crisps in the tearoom.”
    They left the kitchen and headed down the hallway to the front door.
    “Once we get our hands on that dagger, the rest will be a piece of cake,” Greg asserted confidently as he flung open the door.
    Two snarling wolflings loomed on the doorstep, swords in hand.
    Greg slammed the door in their faces and turned to the others. “Maybe it won’t be so easy.”
    The door shuddered under a heavy blow and the threeof them recoiled. There came a crash from the rear of the house.
    “They’re coming in through the back as well!” Susie cried.
    The front door bashed open and the wolflings bounded inside with a feral gleam in their eyes.
    “This way!” yelled Greg and they all dived into the front room.
    Growling deep in their throats, the wolflings followed their prey. Two more came barging in from the kitchen, fangs gleaming hungrily.
    Lewis glanced right and left. “We’re trapped!” he groaned.
    “You prisoners now,” one of the wolflings rumbled.
    “I don’t know about you two,” said Susie, “but I’m not giving in without a fight.”
    “A fight?” Lewis echoed incredulously. “There are four of them and they all have swords and very pointy teeth!”
    “They’re not so tough, Lewis,” said Greg. “I bet we can take them.” He snatched a cushion off the sofa and got ready to throw it. Susie grabbed hold of a table lamp and brandished