Upon which Thorarin stretched out the other foot.
"A still uglier," cried he; "for it has lost the little toe." "Ho, ho!" said Olaf; "but it is I who have gained the bet.

The _less_ of an ugly thing the less ugly, not the more!" Loyal Thorarin respectfully submitted.
"What is to be my penalty, then?
The king it is that must decide." "To take me that wicked old Raerik to Leif Ericson in Greenland." Which the Icelander did; leaving two vacant seats henceforth at Olaf's table.

Leif Ericson, son of Eric discoverer of America, quietly managed Raerik henceforth; sent him to Iceland,--I think to father Eric himself; certainly to some safe hand there, in whose house, or in some still quieter neighboring lodging, at his own choice, old Raerik spent the last three years of his life in a perfectly quiescent manner.
Olaf's struggles in the matter of religion had actually settled that question in Norway.

By these rough methods of his, whatever we may think of them, Heathenism had got itself smashed dead; and was no more heard of in that country.

Olaf himself was evidently a highly devout and pious man;--whosoever is born with Olaf's temper now will still find, as Olaf did, new and infinite field for it! Christianity in Norway had the like fertility as in other countries; or even rose to a higher, and what Dahlmann thinks, exuberant pitch, in the course of the two centuries which followed that of Olaf.