Gerda stretched out her hand with some crumbs of bread, and they perched thereon, fearless, while Fergus looked up at us and smiled a good morning.
"Have you found your breakfast, my sons ?" he asked.

"We set it in your cell; but the prince slept still, and we did not wake him." We had not looked into the hut, and so went back slowly, Gerda with us.

And on the way we asked how we might try to plan for her.
"Oh, if you will but do so," she said eagerly.

"In any case, let me go back to Norway as soon as I may.

Yet I do not know where to look for a friend who can help me to my own there." "We had thought of Harald Harfager, the king," I said.