"They are men, not trolls," I said, pointing to the slain who lay between us and the fire in a lane where Kolgrim had charged through them, "else had we not slain them thus." "One knows not what Sigurd's sword will not bite," he said. "Why, most of that is your doing," I said, laughing a little. But he looked puzzled, and shook his head. "I mind leaping among them, but not that I slew any." Now I thought that he would be the better for food. There had been plenty of both food and drink going among these wild people, whatever they were, and they had not waited to take anything. So I said I would walk round the fire and see what I could find, and went before he could stay me. I had not far to go either, for there were plentiful remains of a roasted sheep or two set aside with the skins, and alongside them a pot of heather ale; so that we had a good meal, sitting in the door of the dolmen, while the moon rose. But first we tried to make Harek drink of the strong ale. He was beginning to breathe heavily now, and I thought he would come round presently. Whether he had been hurt by the whirling of the dance or by the fall when they cast him aside, I could not tell, and we could do no more for him. "Sleep, master," said Kolgrim, when we had supped well; "I will watch for a time." And he would have it so, and I, seeing that he was refreshed, was glad to lie down and sleep inside the dolmen, bidding him wake me in two hours and rest in turn. But he did not. It was daylight when I woke, and the first ray of the sun came straight into the narrow doorway and woke me. And it waked Harek also. Kolgrim sat yet in the door with his sword across his knees. "Ho, scald!" I said, "you have had a great sleep." "Ay, and a bad dream also," he answered, "if dream it was." For now he saw before us the burnt-out fire, and the slain, and the strangely-trampled circle of the dance. "No dream, therefore," he said. "Is it true that I was made to dance round yon fire till I was nigh dead?" "True enough. I danced also in turn," I said. And then I told him how things had gone after his fall. "Kolgrim has fought, therefore, a matter of fifty trolls," I said; "which is more than most folk can say for themselves." Whereat he growled from the doorway: "Maybe I was too much feared to know what I was doing." We laughed at him, but he would have it so; and then we ate and drank, and spoke of going to where we had left the horses, being none so sure that we should find them at all. Now the sun drank up the mists, and they cleared suddenly; and when the last wreaths fled up the hillsides and passed, we saw that the horses yet fed quietly where we had left them, full half a mile away up the steep rise down which the stream came.