Among these bushes was a little hollow, as though at this spot the earth had sunk in.

Here, at her bidding, I began to dig, and with her help worked for the half of an hour or more in silence, till at length my spade struck against a stone.
"It is the door-stone," said Freydisa.

"Dig round it." So I dug till I made a hole at the edge of the stone large enough for a man to creep through.

After this we paused to rest a while and to allow the air within the mound to purify.
"Now," she said, "if you are not afraid, we will enter." "I am afraid," I answered.

Indeed, the terror which struck me then returns, so that even as I write I feel fear of the dead man who lay, and for aught I know still lies, within that grave.