In the next time Ylva only came to her home for leaving her earned coins;
she nearly needed nothing to eat, only a small cup with porridge, which
the weaver gave as lunch. At the loom she worked automatically yearning
for the evening. Then she rushed to her cave, where she began to live.
Her benefit was, that her quarrelsome family hadn't a good relationship to the people in the village; therefore everyone thought, she's walking home, and her parents were relieved as they had to feed one head less.
At a hidden place near the cave Ylva trained with the sword. The first times she had difficulties, her muscles being not strong enough. After some months it began to appear like a dance to her; every time she heard inside her there came an intuitive knowledge flowing into her movements.
Sometimes it was like a trance, sometimes she copied the movements analyzing with her mental body, and sometimes she made a sword-dance singing intuitive melodies and words. That often happend when she wore the amulet. The face-circlet she didn't touch, it was too holy to her.
Even in the wintertime she didn't sleep at home; an inner fire war warming her, only when she was asleep she needed a cover.
Three years were going through the lands. The traders reported from spreading feuds after the death of the High Pristess, later from beginning wars. Ylva was growing to a tall, pretty woman, and some boys and men courted for her, but she sent everyone away. She had good luck that noone wanted to speak her father in that case. Her two older brothers leaved the village to become warriors, her younger ones were doing most work in the field. The king and earl collected higher taxes every year. The blacksmith revolted against them and was imprisoned, and the weaver became the head of the village.
Nevertheless Ylva never stopped training herself; although she still couldn't read she had a good connection to her intuition. And never having seen any sword-fight both of her hands were using the big sword in a very save and self-confident kind.
At one holy day she consecrated her sword to the name "Ydagol".