went and told the coachman that their brother had said if he chose, he was man enough to get the king the Troll's bed-quilt, which had a gold patch and a silver patch, and a silver patch and a gold patch; and this time, too, the coachman was not slow in telling all this to the king. So the king said to the lad, how his brothers had said he was good to steal the Troll's bed-quilt, with gold and silver patches; so now he must go and do it, or lose his life.
Boots answered, he had never thought or said any such thing; but when he found there was no help for it, he begged for three days to think over the matter.
So when the three days were gone, he rowed over in his kneading-trough, and went spying about. At last, he saw those in the Troll's cave come out and hang the quilt out to air, and as soon as ever they had gone back into the face of the rock, Boots pulled the quilt down, and rowed away with it as fast as he could.
And when he was half across, out came the Troll and set eyes on him, and roared out,—
"Halloa! It is you who took my seven silver ducks?"
"Ay! Ay!" said the lad.
And now, have you taken my bed-quilt, with silver patches and gold patches, and gold patches and silver patches?"
"Ay lay! "said the lad.
"Shall you come back again?"
"Very likely," said the lad.
But when he got back with the gold and silver patchwork quilt every one was fonder of him than ever, and be was made the king's body-servant.
