In less than no time he was down in the valley again.
And far, far away towards sunrise in the mountains, he heard the sound of her langelur.
He threw his drum across his shoulder, and hied him off to the manoeuvres at Moen.
But never would he play rat-tat-tat and beat the tattoo before the lasses again, lest he should find himself westwards in the Blue Mountains before he was well aware of it.
[1] A long slow dance, and the music to it.
[2] A Sæter (Swed. säter) is a remote pasturage with huts upon it, where the cows are tended and dairy produce prepared for market and home use during the summer.
[3] A country dance of a boisterous jig-like sort.
[4] A long wooden trumpet.