PEER. Do you know my mother? Her name is Queen Åsë. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. When my father is angry the mountains are riven. PEER. They reel when my mother by chance falls a-scolding. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. My father can kick e’en the loftiest roof-tree.[51] PEER. My mother can ride through the rapidest river. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. Have you other garments besides those rags? PEER. Ho, you should just see my Sunday clothes! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. My week-day gown is of gold and silk. PEER. It looks to me liker tow and straws. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. Ay, there is one thing you must remember:— This is the Rondë-folk’s use and wont: All our possessions have two-fold form. When shall you come to my father’s hall, It well may chance that you’re on the point Of thinking you stand in a dismal moraine. PEER. Well now, with us it’s precisely the same. Our gold will seem to you litter and trash! And you’ll think, mayhap, every glittering pane Is nought but a bunch of old stockings and clouts. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. Black it seems white, and ugly seems fair. PEER. Big it seems little, and dirty seems clean. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. [_Falling on his neck._] Ay, Peer, now I see that we fit, you and I! PEER. Like the leg and the trouser, the hair and the comb. THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. [_Calls away over the hillside._] Bridal-steed! Bridal-steed! Come, bridal-steed mine! [_A gigantic pig comes running in with a rope’s end for a bridle and an old sack for a saddle. PEER GYNT vaults on its back, and seats the GREEN-CLAD ONE in front of him._ PEER. Hark-away! Through the Rondë-gate gallop we in! Gee-up, gee-up, my courser fine! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. [_Tenderly._] Ah, but lately I wandered and moped and pined— One never can tell what may happen to one! PEER. [_Thrashing the pig and trotting off._] You may know the great by their riding gear! SCENE SIXTH.