Peter had just put a very delicious piece of pork on some pease bread. He looked at it with real enjoyment before eating it.
"I am sure that he has pork and pease bread," said he.
Lisbeth took the last waffle and bit a piece off. Then she said, "Yes; but the queen,—she certainly does not eat anything but cream waffles!"
While they sat there on the stone, eating and talking, they saw a figure far off on the mountain. It was coming in the direction of Glory Peak. So unusual is it to meet another person up on the mountain that it gives one a strange feeling when it happens. Soon they could think of nothing except this stranger.
"It must be a man trying to find his horses," said Ole.
"Yes, it must be, surely," said Peter. "But what farmer could be sending up for his horses now?"
"Let me see,—it must be Nordrum."
"Yes, that is true. They have only Old Blakken[17 ] at home now, and they will have to begin their haymaking soon."
"Yes; but this man is going on a wild-goose chase to-day. The Nordrum mare is over on the other side of our sæter. I saw her a fortnight ago."