"You have but few stories of the people, or, as you call them, Eventyr?" asked Hardy. "There are very many," replied the Pastor. "But in Norway you will have found an even richer store. The grandness of nature there has influenced the imaginations of the people. Their legends, traditions, and stories are more romantic and weird. Their traditions of the Huldr are exquisitely fantastic and picturesque to a degree. Their Folke-Eventyr is rich in colour. There is a depth of thought and of the knowledge of human nature as it is that fills the mind with astonishment. There is in them all a sense of justice, a feeling of appreciation of what is good and true, as if the thought had been inspired. Nationally, the Norwegians are honest, and their Folke-Eventyr has contributed to form the character of the people. It has engendered a respect for what is good and true. There is also an idea of rough justice and humour; and I will tell you a story which will illustrate this. There was once a priest who was very overbearing. When he drove in the roads, he shouted to the people he met, 'Out of the way, I am coming; out of the way!' He did this so often that the king determined to check his pride, and drove to the priest's. As he was coming, he met the priest, who shouted as usual. The king drove as he should do, as king, and the priest had to give way. When the king was at the side of the priest's carriage, he said, 'Come to me at the palace to-morrow, and if you cannot answer three questions I put to you, I will punish you for your pride's sake.' This was treatment the priest was not accustomed to. He could bully the Bonder, but answering questions did not suit him. So he went to his clerk and told him that one fool can ask more questions than ten wise men could answer, and that he must go up to the palace to the king and reply to his questions. So the clerk went in the priest's gown. The king was in the balcony with his crown and sceptre, and was dressed in such a costume that he looked a king." "'So you have come,' said the king. "'Yes,' said the clerk. It was quite certain that he was there. "'Tell me' said the king, 'how far the east is from the west?' "'A day's journey,' answered the clerk. "'How can that be?' said the king. "'The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and generally does it in a day,' answered the clerk. "'Good,' said the king. 'But tell me now how much money I am worth?' "'Well,' replied the clerk, 'Christ was sold for thirty pieces of silver, and I should put you at twenty-nine.' "'A good answer,' said the king. 'But tell me now what I am at this moment thinking about?' "'That's easy to answer,' replied the clerk. 'The fact is, you think I am the priest, but I am only the clerk.' "'Then go you home and be priest, and, let the priest be clerk,' commanded the king." "A very excellent story," said Hardy, "and, as you say, shows a strong sense of rough justice and humour."