'So what are you?' she asked. 'One tree that had enough and split into four, or four trees that decided to grow up together for support?' The tree didn't answer. She reached out to touch its side and ended up leaning against it. A wife who doesn't care that her husband is gone for three days; a man who laughs when he finds out his brother is dead; and a priest who doesn't want to know. She thought of Henrik's son saying the mountain was bad, and remembered the piece of wood set up to point to the sky... she had seen similar things before, a long time ago.