“On the hills.”
“And without shelter? How can you endure such hardships—an old man?...”
“I am well hardened to it by now. Though, to tell the truth, my shoulder is somewhat stiff from last night.”
“I hope it may be no worse. Let me make up a bed for you now, and you can have a good rest.”
“I would rather lie in the hayloft. A bed would seem strange to me now.”
Somewhat unwillingly the widow agreed to let him have his way.
“So you have come to Hofsfjordur after all, though after many years.”
“Yes; Fate has brought me here at last, in my old age.”
“Then Fate is kind to us.”
“Fate is always kind,” replied the old man earnestly.