The huge stones with which it was lined and roofed over, were not less than ten feet high and set on end side by side.

One of these upright stones was that designed for the door.

Had it been in place, we could not have entered the chamber without great labour and the help of many men; but, as it chanced, either it had never been set up after the burial, or this was done so hastily that it had fallen.
"We are in luck's way," said Freydisa, when she noticed this.

"No, I will go first, who know more of ghosts than you do, Olaf.

If the Wanderer strikes, let him strike me," and she clambered over the fallen slab.
Presently she called back, saying: "Come; all is quiet here, as it should be in such a place." I followed her, and sliding down the end of the stone--which I remember scratched my elbow and made it bleed--found myself in a little room about twelve feet square.