dance partner reluctantly stepped off my shoes, shooting me a chastened look.
"Are you Geirfinnur's dad?" I asked, as the subject of his ire's eyes started to fill with contrite tears.
"You are English?" I could see the similarity in their faces, and the same clear grey eyes. "I am very sorry that he is behaved so poor with you."
"He wasn't behaving badly at all," I said quickly, ruffling the boy's hair. He rewarded me with a toothy grin. "In fact, just the opposite. He wandered past while I was sitting and watching everyone, and kindly kept me company and helped me eat ice cream. He speaks English so well, I'm really quite amazed at how young he is."
"My wife is from Scotland," the man explained, giving his son a fond look. "You say thank you to the English lady."
"American, not English. I'm from Seattle."
Geirfinnur's father adopted the same look of concentration his son had worn as he obviously tried to pinpoint Seattle.
"It's in the Pacific Northwest. Upper left-hand corner of the country. We have Boeing and Amazon."
"Seattle?" the man said, his brow clearing. "Nintendo!"
"Yes, we have that, too," I answered, smiling as my dance partner leaped around us shouting, "Nintendo, Nintendo! Super Mario Brothers!"
"You are here as a tourist? I am Jens Jakobsson. That is Geirfinnur."
"Yes, I'm with a... uh..." I waved a vague hand, suddenly shy about the fact that I was on a singles' tour. "It's a three-week tour of Europe."
"That is most excellent. You enjoy Island?" He pronounced the word "Iceland" with its native inflection.
"Very much. Dalkafjordhur is a lovely little town. We've been here two days and have three more to explore Reykjavík and the area before we move on to Holland."
"This is good," he said, grinning. "You are so kind to Geirfinnur, we will show you around tonight, show you places tourists don't normally see. We know a good place to see fireworks. You would like that?"
"I would love it," I said, sincerely pleased at the thought of meeting some local folk. My happiness was short-lived as I pulled up a mental image of the tour itinerary. "Only... drat. I think our tour is going out into the countryside tonight, to see some ruins."
"Ruins are very pretty here," Jens said. "But not as pretty as fireworks, I think."
"Fireworks!" Geirfinnur parroted, suddenly rushing me and wrapping his arms around my waist as he looked up. "Fireworks are good!"
"Geir, do not annoy the lady. She has a tour to go with. What ruins are you going to visit?"
"It's some sort of protected forest with a ruin contained within. I'm afraid I don't remember the name, but evidently it has some tie-in to a cult that was supposed to be very prominent around midsummer, and since that's just a couple of days away - "
"Ilargi!" Jens gasped, his expression suddenly horror filled as he snatched his son from where he was bouncing up and down on my feet. "You are Ilargi?"
"Me? No, I'm Irish. Mostly. There's some German on my mom's side."
Jens eyed me warily. "If you are not Ilargi, are you from the Brotherhood?"
"I'm not overly religious," I said slowly, confused by his reaction. "I'm sorry, maybe we're having a communication issue, despite the fact that your English is exceptional. This Ilargi place that we're going to visit tonight isn't an abbey or a religious house, it's a stretch of untouched forest, which I gather is rare. It's supposed to have some sort of pagan meaning, but I'm afraid I kind of skimmed that section of the itinerary."
"Not pagan," Jens said, picking up his squirming son and backing away. "Not good. Stay away from Geirfinnur. Stay away from Ilargi."
Before I could ask him just what the dickens that meant, he turned and bolted, Geirfinnur's waving hand the last thing I saw before they were swallowed up by the dancing crowd.
"Well, how do you like that?" I asked no one in particular. I was answered by a brutal jab to the back, reminding me that there were better places for contemplation of confusing Icelanders than the middle of a dance floor.
I made my way back to my table and ordered another lemonade, nursing it as I watched the people swarm around me. What on earth was so wrong with the Ilargi forest that it triggered such a strong reaction in Jens? Did Audrey know about it? I wondered.
Before I could mull over what I wanted to do next, a dark-haired woman plopped down in the chair that had previously