Look, one of my skates seems to be out of order.

Thinkest thou, Sintram, that it holds enough to slide down to the foot of the precipice ?" "Let me go instead," said Sintram.

"I will bring you the head and the claws of the bear." "A true knight," replied Folko, with some displeasure, "never does a knightly deed by halves.

What I ask is, whether my skate will still hold ?" As Sintram bent down to look, and was on the point of saying "No!" he suddenly heard a voice close to him, saying, "Why, yes, to be sure; there is no doubt about it." Folko thought that Sintram had spoken, and slid down with the swiftness of an arrow, whilst his companion looked up in great surprise.

The hated form of the little Master met his eyes.