And put out your strength: so; steady.”
“You must shrink a bit first,” was Vo’s reply,
“My boat is so little, and you so high;
Your body’s as long as a tall fir-tree,
And, remember, its dark,” said Dyrë.
The Troll he shrunk up, quite funny to see,
Ere the boat could be made to fit him,
Then Dyrë—the devil a pin cared he
For Trolls—began to twit him.
“Now tell me, good sir, what giant you are.”