"Bliecher, in Jutland, tells a similar one," I said.
"But what sort of a place was this Gjender-edge you spoke of, Thor?" he interrupted me.
"Gjende-edge, you mean?" asked Thor. " It's the ridge[1] of a mountain lying between the Gjende-lakes, and so horribly narrow and steep that if you stand on it and drop a stone from each hand, they will roll down into the lakes, one on each side. The reindeer-hunters go over it in fine weather, otherwise it's impassable; but there was a devil of a fellow up in Skiager—Ole Storebråten was his name—who went over it carrying a full-sized reindeer on his shoulders."
"How high is it above the lakes?" asked Sir Tottenbroom.
"Oh, it's not nearly so high as the Rondë-hills," said Thor. "But it's over seven hundred ells high."
- ↑ "Rygge"—backbone, arête.
