When the silence fell, I waxed lonely, and began to wonder if I had been forgotten.

But Olaf would miss me presently, and would surely return to the village before long.

So I would be patient, and at least try to find a way out of this trap into which I had come so strangely.
But there was no way out unless a ladder or rope were lowered to me.

The roof of the place was rounded and arched above me, and the hole was in its centre so that I could not reach it.

Maybe the place was ten feet across and ten feet high under the hole, and it minded me of the snake pit into which Gunnar the hero was thrown, as Ottar the scald sang.