father was angry again, and said no Troll had ever scared him when he was young.
The third day Boots wanted to set off.
"You, indeed!" said the two elder brothers; "you'll do it bravely, no doubt! you, who have scarce ever set your foot out of the door."
Boots said nothing to this, but only begged them to give him a good store of food. His mother had no cheese, so she set the pot on the fire to make him a little, and he put it into a scrip and set off. So when he had hewn a bit, the Troll came to him too, and said—
"If you hew in this wood of mine, I'll kill you."
But the lad was not slow; he pulled his cheese out of the scrip in a trice, and squeezed it till the whey spurted out.
"Hold your tongue!" he cried to the Troll, "or I'll squeeze you as I squeeze the water out of this white stone."
"Nay, dear friend!" said the Troll, "only spare me, and I'll help you to hew."
Well, on those terms the lad was willing to spare him, and the Troll hewed so bravely, that they felled and cut up many, many fathoms in the day.
But when even drew near, the Troll said—
"Now you'd better come home with me, for my house is nearer than yours."
So the lad was willing enough; and when they reached the Troll's house, the Troll was to make up the fire, while the lad went to fetch water for their porridge, and there stood two iron pails so big and heavy, that he couldn't so much as lift them from the ground.
