I steered on and on and on-- "Where was the God I prayed when my wife and child were taken ?" cried Olaf Huldricksson--and it was as though I heard Throckmartin asking that same bitter question.

"I have left Him as He left me, ja! I pray now to Thor and to Odin, who can fetter Loki." He sank back, covering again his eyes.
"Olaf," I said, "what you have called the sparkling devil has taken ones dear to me.

I, too, was following it when we found you.

You shall go with me to its home, and there we will try to take from it your wife and your child and my friends as well.

But now that you may be strong for what is before us, you must sleep again." Olaf Huldricksson looked upon me and in his eyes was that something which souls must see in the eyes of Him the old Egyptians called the Searcher of Hearts in the Judgment Hall of Osiris.
"You speak truth!" he said at last slowly.