When the Troll heard from the old Troll wife what had happened, he went down to the shore and hallooed across the Bay:
“Olli! Oh, Olli, are you there?”
Olli made a trumpet of his hands and called back:
“Yes, I’m here! What do you want?”
“Olli, have you got my horse?”
“Yes, I’ve got your horse but it’s my horse now!”
“Olli! Olli!” his father cried. “You mustn’t talk that way to the Troll! You’ll make him angry!”
And his brothers looking with envy at the horse with gold and silver hairs warned him sourly:
“You better be careful, young man, or the Troll will get you yet!”
A few days later Olli announced: