Greta had taught it to him, because Greta loved all the wonderful operas of Richard Wagner. She had seen and heard them performed at the Stockholm Opera House.
"Hoyotoho!" shrieked Erik in his shrill, boyish voice. "Hoyotoho!"
"HOYOTOHO!" SHRIEKED ERIK
It must have sounded ghostly. When he thought that he had been a Valkyrie long enough, he stopped and let himself into the house again.
He hoped that nobody had heard him, except, of course, the Baron. The Baron could not have helped hearing him. But suppose Fru Hansson had been awakened and were to catch him as he made his way out of the house. That was a dreadful thought.
All at once, he heard a noise. Someone was up. Someone was after him. Had Erik been a Valkyrie, riding on the fleetest steed in all Valhalla, he could not have sped out of that house any faster than he did.