Now she looked up suddenly-- 'And of course you have killed some of these dreadful creatures, Amalric ?' 'I never had such good luck, darling.

Our forefathers were in such a hurry with them, that by the time we were born, there was hardly one left.' 'Ay, they were men,' growled Wulf.
'As for me,' went on the Amal, 'the biggest thing I ever killed was a snake in the Donau fens.

How long was he, prince?
You had time to see, for you sat eating your dinner and looking on, while he was trying to crack my bones.' 'Four fathom,' answered Wulf.
'With a wild bull lying by him, which he had just killed.

I spoilt his dinner, eh, Wulf ?' 'Yes,' said the old grumbler, mollified, 'that was a right good fight.' 'Why don't you make a saga about it, then, instead of about right and wrong, and such things ?' 'Because I am turned philosopher.

I shall go and hear that Alruna-maiden this afternoon.' 'Well said.