Where is the scald ?" I turned to him and pointed.

Kolgrim sat down beside him and bent over him, leaning against the stone of the great dolmen.
"I do not think he is dead, master," he said.

"Let us draw him inside this house, and then he will be safe till daylight--unless the trolls come back and we cannot hold this doorway till the sun rises." "They are men, not trolls," I said, pointing to the slain who lay between us and the fire in a lane where Kolgrim had charged through them, "else had we not slain them thus." "One knows not what Sigurd's sword will not bite," he said.
"Why, most of that is your doing," I said, laughing a little.
But he looked puzzled, and shook his head.
"I mind leaping among them, but not that I slew any." Now I thought that he would be the better for food.

There had been plenty of both food and drink going among these wild people, whatever they were, and they had not waited to take anything.

So I said I would walk round the fire and see what I could find, and went before he could stay me.
I had not far to go either, for there were plentiful remains of a roasted sheep or two set aside with the skins, and alongside them a pot of heather ale; so that we had a good meal, sitting in the door of the dolmen, while the moon rose.