"Ylva! Ylva!" The cries float over the island as Inric makes his way across to the other side, the side which Arvid said was haunted. He first sees the standing stones on reaching a saddle point, where he pauses to look out over the sea, stretching to the horizon. The three stones stand on a small hillock close to the shore, one large one in the middle and one smaller one to each side. "Those are the standing stones," says a voice from his right. "Where the ghosts are supposed to be." Ylva is nestled into the rocks, just below the brow of the hill on which he's standing. "People are looking for you," Inric says, unsurprised to see her there. "I know. That's why I came out here." She turns to look up at him. "Are you really a Sage? Mum said you were, but I've never seen one like you before."