I would fain learn." "Little know you of spells if you know not that," she said, having lost all fear of us, as it seemed.
"I am only a northerner," Harek said.

"Maybe 'tis a spell against a sprained ankle, which seems likely.

I only know one for that." "Which know you ?" she said scornfully; "you are over young to meddle with such like." "This," said Harek.

"It works well if the sprain be bathed with spring-cold water, while one says it twice daily: "'Baldur and Woden Went to the woodland; There Baldur's foal fell, Wrenching its foot.' "That is how it begins." Then the old woman's eyes sparkled.
"Ay; that is good.

Learn it me, I pray you.