Magnus cracks up. "Perfect method," he says. "Ten out of ten." He goes to the door and cracks it open a tiny bit -- leftover habit from Valhalla, where sometimes unfamiliar doors could lead to Muspellheim and any non-Magnus folk would be burned to a crisp.

But there's no fires behind it, thank gods. He pushes the door wider open.

"Huh," he says, staring at about ten thousand shoes, only some of which are mated. "I don't think there are any scabbards in here."