Kolgrim sat yet in the door with his sword across his knees.
"Ho, scald!" I said, "you have had a great sleep." "Ay, and a bad dream also," he answered, "if dream it was." For now he saw before us the burnt-out fire, and the slain, and the strangely-trampled circle of the dance.
"No dream, therefore," he said.

"Is it true that I was made to dance round yon fire till I was nigh dead ?" "True enough.

I danced also in turn," I said.
And then I told him how things had gone after his fall.
"Kolgrim has fought, therefore, a matter of fifty trolls," I said; "which is more than most folk can say for themselves." Whereat he growled from the doorway: "Maybe I was too much feared to know what I was doing." We laughed at him, but he would have it so; and then we ate and drank, and spoke of going to where we had left the horses, being none so sure that we should find them at all.
Now the sun drank up the mists, and they cleared suddenly; and when the last wreaths fled up the hillsides and passed, we saw that the horses yet fed quietly where we had left them, full half a mile away up the steep rise down which the stream came.
And it was strange to see what manner of place this was in daylight, for until the mist lifted we could not tell in the least, and it was confused to us.

Now all the hillsides glowed purple with heather in a great cup round us, and we were on a little rise in the midst of them whereon stood the dolmen, and the same hands doubtless that raised it had set up a wide circle of standing stones round about it, such as I have seen in the Orkneys.

It was not a place where one would choose to spend the night.
There was no sign of the wild folk anywhere outside the stone circle.