And it did his heart good to feel he was not alone, but that these merry little companions were with him, lightening his way and guiding his course all the night through.

And he thought too of luckless dwarfs whom Odin had condemned to dig and delve all day deep in the ground, and throw fuel on the great central fire of the earth, but who at night, like the fairies, might come above and revisit then old haunts.

And even these mischievous little companions helped to cheer the heart of the wayfarer and beguile his journey.
And so he plodded on all through the night, resolutely plunging deeper and deeper into the forest, and leaving the Tower of the Norths Waistcoat Wind league after league farther behind.
The day passed as the night had passed.

Save for an occasional halt to rest his horse and refresh his body with food, nothing broke the dullness of the journey.

The wolves alone were silent, waiting for the night.