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Force is kindness!

And kindness is force!

If lads are a wanting, one plays with the trolls!

Why, where are the lads, then?

[With a horse-laugh.]

They cannot come hither!

Mine called me his sweetheart and called me his darling. Now he has married a grey-headed widow.

Mine met a gipsy-wench north on the upland. Now they are tramping the country together.

Mine put an end to our bastard brat. Now his head's grinning aloft on a stake.

Trond of the Valfjeld! Bård and Kårë! Troll-pack! To-night would you sleep in our arms!

[Stands, with a sudden leap, in the midst of them.]

I'm a three-headed troll, and the boy for three girls!