At this the other two were still more vexed, and to be revenged, they went and told the coachman,—
"Now, our brother has said he is man enough to get the king the gold harp which the Troll has, and that harp is of such a kind that all who listen when it is played grow glad, however sad they may be."
Yes; the coachman went and told the king, and he said to the lad,—
"If you have said this you shall do it. If you do it you shall have the Princess and half the kingdom. If you don't, you shall lose your life."
"I'm sure I never thought or said anything of the kind," said the lad; "but if there's no help for it, I may as well try; but I must have six days to think about it."
Yes, he might have six days, but when they were over he must set out.
Then he took a tenpenny nail, a birch-pin, and a waxen taper-end in his pocket, and rowed across, and walked up and down before the Troll's cave, looking stealthily about him. So when the Troll came out he saw him at once.
"HO, HO!" roared the Troll; "is it you who took my seven silver ducks?"
"Ay! Ay!" said the lad.
"And it is you who took my bed-quilt, with the gold and silver patches?" asked the Troll.
"Ay! ay!" said the lad.
So the Troll caught hold of him at once, and took him off into the cave in the face of the rock.
"Now, daughter dear," said the Troll, "I've caught the fellow who stole the silver ducks and my bed-quilt with
