“Well, of the dwarf who is sitting in the mountain.”
Now the soldier realised what the maple leaf meant, and there was no doubt about it, he saw a dwarf sitting in the mountain, cooking porridge.
“Who are you?” asked the dwarf.
“I belong to the Västgotadal regiment; where do you come from?”
“I,” said the dwarf, “I am in the Alleberg.”
“The Alleberg is in the Västgota country,” answered the soldier.
“We have removed it to this place,” replied the dwarf.
“You lie!” exclaimed the soldier, seized the pot by its handle and threw the porridge into the fire.
“Now we’ll have a look at the mouse-hole,” he said, and went right into the mountain.
There he found a giant sitting by a huge fire, making an iron bar red-hot.