The Boy (pulling the dart out of the beam). Would you rather have me shoot your ear-locks?
Gudfinna. Are you crazy, lad? You might hit my eyes.
The Boy. I must have some kind of fun. I think I'll have a shot at Oddny's plaits.
Oddny. If you dare!
The Boy (laughing). If I have bad luck, you will look at Kari with only one eye.
Oddny. You need a good spanking.
Gudfinna. Kari ought not to have given you that dart.
The Boy (going to the spider, makes a fanning motion with his hand). Up, old spinning-woman, if you bode good! Down, if you bode ill! Up, if you bode good! Down, if you bode ill!
Gudfinna. You are awfully hard on your shoes, worse than a grown man. I hope you don't walk on the sharpest stones just for fun?
Oddny. Of course he does!