There are no cigarettes, no coffee in plastic cups, no tape recorder, and no bare light bulb, no mood of interrogation. There is only an atmosphere of waiting.

In this atmosphere I withdraw into myself.

Into the silence steps a woman carrying a tray with tea, sugar, milk, and lemon slices, all on white porcelain. Afterward the abandoned building swallows her up and she is gone. Ravn pours the tea.

He takes a folder out of a drawer. It's pink. He reads it slowly. As if he wants to try-again-to experience it for the first time.

"Smilla Qaavigaaq Jaspersen. Born June 16, 1956, in Qaanaaq. Parents: Ane Qaavigaaq, hunter, and Dr. Jorgen Moritz Jaspersen, physician. Attended grade school in Greenland and Copenhagen. Graduated from Birkerod High School, 1976. Courses at the H. C. S6rsted Institute and the Geographical Institute in Copenhagen. Glacial morphology, statistics, and fundamental problems of mathematics. Trips to West Greenland and Thule in 75, '76, and '77. Planned the outfitting of Danish and French expeditions to North Greenland in '78, '79, and '80. In 1982 employed by the Geodetic Institute. From '82 to '85 scientific participant in expeditions to the ice cap, the. Arctic Ocean, and Arctic North America. Various references are attached. One from Major Guldbrandsen, who led the Sirius Patrol. It dates back to '79. He complains that you won't drive a dog team. Are you afraid of dogs?"

"Just cautious."

"But he adds that he would recommend any civilian expedition to take you along as navigator, even if they have to carry you on their backs. Then there are your scientific articles. A dozen or so, several published abroad. With titles that go over the heads of Captain Telling and me. 'Statistics on Glacial Graphology.' 'Mathematical Models for Brine Drainage from Seawater Ice.' And a compendium for students that you once wrote: Main Characteristics of the Glacial, Morphology of North Greenland."

He closes the report.

"There are various other references. From teachers. From colleagues at the U.S. Army's Cold Water Laboratory in some place called Pylot Island. All of them state unanimously that if you want to know anything about ice, you will benefit by consulting Smilla Jaspersen."

Ravn takes off his coat. Underneath he's as thin as a pipe cleaner. I take off my shoes and pull up my legs to sit cross-legged on the chair so I can massage my toes. They're numb from the cold, and there are still clumps of ice in my stockings.

"This information is largely identical with the curriculum vitae you submitted when you applied for a visa to North Greenland in connection with the Norwegian Arctic Institute's expedition to tag polar bears. We've sniffed around a little. The information is absolutely correct. On this basis, I think we have to assume that we are dealing with a very independent young woman who has unusual resources which she has administered with ambition and talent. Don't you agree that's the conclusion one ought to arrive at?"

"You can arrive at any conclusion you like," I say.

"I've also obtained several other pieces of information, however."

This folder is quite thin, and dark green.

"This is largely identical with the report that Captain Telling and his office had at their disposal when they stamped DENIED on your last application for a visa to North Greenland. It starts off by summarizing several private matters. Your mother reported missing on June 12, 1963, while hunting. Presumed dead. Your brother commits suicide in September of '81 in Upernavik. Parents married 1956, divorced 1958. Custody transferred to the father after the mother's death. Contested by the mother's brother but denied by the Ministry of Justice in May 1964. To Denmark in September 1963. Reported missing, searched for, and found by the police six times between '63 and '71, twice in Greenland.

"Danish grade school for immigrants, 1963. Skovgards School in Charlottenlund, '64-'6S. Expelled. Stenh¢j Boarding School in Humlebaek, '6S-'67. Expelled. Then come brief terms at smaller private schools. Graduated from junior high after private instruction at home. Then. high school. Took the senior year over. High-school diploma 1976 after private instruction. Admitted to Copenhagen University. Drops out in 1984 without a degree. And then there's the political activity. Arrested several times during the occupation of the Ministry of the Environment by the Council of Young Greenlanders. Active in the founding of IA after the CYG split."

He gives Captain Telling an inquisitive look.

"Inuit Ataqatigiit. 'Those who will succeed.' Aggressive Marxism." This is the first time the captain has spoken.

"Leaves the party the same year because of numerous disagreements. Since then unaffiliated. Then there are some minor infractions. Three unresolved cases dealing with breaches of Canadian territorial law on Peary Sound. Why?"

"I was tagging polar bears. Bears can't read maps, so they don't respect national boundaries."

"Several minor traffic violations. A verdict of defamation of character in connection with an article entitled 'Ice Research and the Profit Motive in Denmark in Connection with the Exploitation of Oil Resources in the Arctic Ocean.' As a result excluded from the Danish Glaciology Society."

He looks up.

"Is there any institution you haven't been thrown out of, Miss Jaspersen?"

"As far as I know, I'm still listed in the national registry of citizens."

"In addition, we have also had a look over the shoulders of the tax authorities and public administration. A little comes in from your articles, sporadic jobs, and state support. But it doesn't seem to match your expenses. We wonder if you have a patron. How's your relationship with your father?"

"Warm and respectful."

"That might explain a lot. Captain Telling has had a look at his tax returns, you see."

For me, it's no news that they know all this. Ever since the establishment of Thule Air Base, there has been a limit to how many civilian passengers each aircraft could take to Greenland. To give the intelligence service time to investigate whether everybody had been confirmed in the Lutheran Church, came from a good family, and had been ideologically immunized against the red fever from the East. What's astonishing is that they're telling me what they know.

"This information presents a more complicated picture. It paints a portrait of a woman who has never finished a course of study. Who is unemployed. Who has no family. Who has created conflict wherever she has been. Who has never been able to fit in. Who is aggressive. And who vacillates around political extremes. And yet you have managed to take part in nine expeditions in twelve years. I don't know Greenland, but I imagine that if you're frustrated with your life, it would be easier to hide out on the ice cap."

I make no comment. But I file it in the black book under his name.

"Each time on these expeditions you have served as navigator. Each time they have made use of confidential map material, satellite and radar photos, and meteorological observations supplied by the military. Nine times in the course of the last twelve years you have signed a declaration of secrecy and confidentiality. All of which we have copies of."

I'm beginning to have an idea where he's heading, what the main point is.

"In a little country like ours, you are a sensitive issue, Miss Jaspersen. You have seen and heard a lot. Which automatically happens when you're allowed into North Greenland. But you have a past and a character which would have ensured that you would not have been permitted to see or hear anything if you had found yourself in any other place inside Danish territory."

The circulation is starting to return to my feet. "Anyone with even a smidgen of common sense would keep a very low profile in your position."