Then the dame clamoured for her reward, which Harek had as nearly forgotten as had I.
"Mother," the scald said gravely, "when I work a spell with hammer and nail, the footprint into which the nail is driven is of her who cast the evil eye on me." "Why, so it should be." "Nay, but you drive it into your own," he said.
She looked, and then looked again.

Then she stamped a new print alongside the nailed one, and it was true.

She had paid no heed to the matter in her fury, and when she knew that she turned pale.
"Man," she cried, "help me out of this.

I fear that I have even nailed the evil overlooking fast to myself." "Ay, so you have," said Harek; "but it is you who know little of spells if you cannot tell what to do.

Draw the nail out while saying the spell backwards, and then put it into the right place carefully.