Mani replied that he certainly did:-- "There was a berserk called Thrain, a big, strong man who was deeply versed in sorcery. He conquered Valland and was King there. He was put into a barrow with a sword, armour and great treasure; but no-one is in a hurry to go there." Hromund asked in which direction they should sail in order to reach it, and he replied that they could reach it by sailing due south for six days. Hromund thanked the man for his information, gave him money, and restored his cattle to him. Then they sailed away in the direction indicated by the man, and at the end of six days they saw the barrow straight in front of their ship. IV. They went from the British Isles to Valland, and found the barrow and immediately set to work to break it open. And when six days had elapsed they came upon a trap-door in the barrow. There they beheld a big fiend, black and huge, all clad in glittering gold, and seated on a throne. He was roaring loudly and blowing a fire. Hromund asked: "Now who will enter the barrow? Whoever does so shall have his choice of three treasures." Voli replied: "No-one will be anxious to forfeit his life for them. There are sixty men here, and that troll will be the death of them all." Hromund said: "Kari would have ventured on it, had he been alive," and he added--what was true enough--that even if he were let down by a rope, it would not be so bad to struggle against eight others as against Thrain. Then Hromund climbed down by a rope.--It was during the night; and when he had got down, he gathered up a great amount of treasure and bound it to the end of the rope. Thrain had been King of Valland in bygone days and had won all his victories by magic. He had wrought great evil; and when he was so old that he could fight no longer, he had got himself shut up alive in the barrow, and much treasure along with him. Now Hromund saw a sword hanging up on a pillar. He took it down, girded it on, and marched up to the throne, saying: "It is time for me to leave the barrow since there is no-one to stop me. But what ails you, old fellow? Have you not seen me gathering up your money while you sit quietly by, you hateful cur? Were you not ashamed to look on while I took your sword and necklace and ever so many more of your treasures?" Thrain said that he cared for nothing if only he would let him sit quietly on his throne: "Formerly," he continued, "I used to be the first to fight. I must have become a great coward if I let you rob me of my wealth single handed; but I'm going to prevent your taking my treasures; you had better beware of me, dead though I am." Then said Hromund: "Hoist yourself up on your legs, coward and weakling, and take back your sword from me if you dare." The ghost replied: "There is no glory in attacking me with a sword when I am unarmed. I would rather try my strength in wrestling with you."