Then the Youth said: ‘There, you see, cousin mine, have I not warmed you?’
But the Man rose up, and cried: ‘Now, I will strangle you!’
‘What!’ said he, ‘are those all the thanks I get? Back you go into your coffin then.’ So saying, he lifted him up, threw him in, and fastened down the lid. Then the six men came back and carried the coffin away.
‘I cannot shudder,’ he said; ‘and I shall never learn it here.’
Just then a huge Man appeared. He was frightful to look at, old, and with a long white beard.
‘Oh, you miserable wight!’ he cried. ‘You shall soon learn what shuddering is, for you shall die.’
‘Not so fast,’ said the Youth. ‘If I am to die, I must be present.’
‘I will make short work of you,’ said the old monster.
‘Softly! softly! don’t you boast. I am as strong as you, and very likely much stronger.’
‘We shall see about that,’ said the Old Man. ‘If you are the stronger, I will let you go. Come; we will try.’