"all this is as little to the purpose as the peacock. I believe because I see the right is great and must prevail; and this Fakeer might carry on with his conjuring tricks till doomsday, and it would not play bluff upon a man like me."
Now at this the Fakeer was so much incensed that his hand trembled; and lo! in the midst of a miracle the cards fell from up his sleeve.
"Where are you now?" asked the virtuous person. "And yet it shakes not me!"
"The devil fly away with the Fakeer!" cried the priest. "I really do not see the good of going on with this pilgrimage."
"Cheer up!" cried the virtuous person. "Great is the right and shall prevail!"
"If you are quite sure it will prevail?" says the priest.
"I pledge my word for that," said the virtuous person.
So the other began to go on again with a better heart.
At last one came running, and told them all was lost: that the powers of darkness had besieged the Heavenly Mansions, that Odin was to die, and evil triumph.
