There was a great stone dolmen, as they call it--a giant house, as it were, made of three flat stones for walls, and a fourth for a roof, so heavy that none know how such are raised nowadays.

They might have served for a table, or maybe a stool, for a Jotun.

The two side walls came together from the back, so that the doorway was narrow; and a man might stand and keep it against a dozen, for it was ten feet high, and there was room for sword play.

One minds all these things when they are of no use to him, and only the wish that they could be used is left.
Nevertheless, as I say, I had one little hope.
It was not long before the savage folk were ready for my dance, and they made the ring again, refreshed.

The drum was taken up once more, and a dozen men came and unbound me.