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and different coloured, geometrically precise pieces of glass. A shrine to the light.
    Maja was standing with her nose and hands pressed against the glass wall. When she heard Anders coming, she pointed out across the ice, towards the north-east.
    â€˜Daddy, what’s that?’
    Anders screwed his eyes up against the brightness and looked out over the ice. He couldn’t see anything apart from the white covering, and far away on the horizon just a hint of Ledinge archipelago.
    â€˜What do you mean?’
    Maja pointed. ‘There. On the ice.’
    A gust of wind made the powdery snow whirl up, moving like a spirit across the pristine surface. Anders shook his head and turned back to face the room.
    â€˜Have you seen this?’
    They examined the reflector and Anders took some pictures of Maja through the reflector, behind the reflector, in front of the reflector. The little girl and the kaleidoscope of light, refracted in all directions. When they had finished Cecilia came up the stairs, and she too was amazed.
    They ate their picnic in the light room looking out across the archipelago, trying to spot familiar landmarks. Maja was interested in the graffiti on the white wall, but since some of it required explanations unsuitable for the ears of a six-year-old, Anders took out the information leaflet and started reading aloud.
    The lower parts of the lighthouse had been built as early as the sixteenth century, as a platform for the beacons lit to mark the navigable channel into Stockholm. Later the tower was added and a primitive reflector was installed; at first it was illuminated using oil, then kerosene.
    That was enough for Maja, and she was off down the stairs. Anders grabbed hold of her snowsuit.
    â€˜Just hang on, sunshine. Where are you off to?’
    â€˜I’m going to look at that thing I said I could see.’
    â€˜You’re not to go too far.’
    â€˜I won’t.’
    Anders let go and Maja carried on down the stairs. Cecilia watched her disappear.
    â€˜Shouldn’t we…?’
    â€˜Well yes. But where can she go?’
    They spent a couple of minutes reading the rest of the leaflet, and learned that the Aga aggregate had eventually been installed, that the lighthouse had been decommissioned in 1973 and had then been taken over by the Archipelago Foundation, which had put in a symbolic hundred-watt bulb. These days it ran on solar cells.
    They looked at the graffiti and established that at least one instance of sexual intercourse must have taken place on this floor, unless of course it was just a case of wishful thinking on the part of the writer. Then they gathered their things together and set off down the stairs. Cecilia had to take her time because of the palpitations, the pressure on her chest, and Anders waited for her.
    When they got outside there was no sign of Maja. The wind had started to get up and the snow was swirling through the air in thin veils, glittering in the sunlight. Anders closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It had been a fantastic outing, but now it was time to go home.
    â€˜Maaaja,’ he shouted. No reply. They walked around the lighthouse, looking out for her. The rock itself was only small, perhaps a hundred metres in circumference. There was no sign of Maja anywhere, and Anders gazed out across the ice. No small red figure.
    â€˜ Maaaja! ’
    This time he shouted a little more loudly, and his heart began to beat a little more quickly. It was foolish, of course. There was no chance that she could have got lost here. He felt Cecilia’s hand on his shoulder. She was pointing down at the snow.
    â€˜There are no tracks here.’
    There was a hint of unease in her voice too. Anders nodded. Of course. All they had to do was follow Maja’s tracks.
    They went back to where they’d started from, by the lighthouse door. Anders poked his head inside and shouted up the stairs, just in case Maja had come back and they hadn’t