Then Olli took the golden bell and went home.
Well, presently the Troll and all the Troll folk from over the Mountain came trooping in.
“Yum! Yum! It certainly smells good!” they said as they got the first whiff from the big roast on the table.
“See!” the Troll said, pointing to the bed. “The old woman’s asleep! Well, let her sleep! She’s tired! We’ll just sit down without her!”
So they set to and feasted and feasted.
“Ha! Ha!” said the Troll. “This is the way to serve a troublesome young Finn!”
Just then his knife struck something hard and he looked down to see what it was.
“Mercy me!” he cried, “if here isn’t one of the old woman’s beads! What can that mean? You don’t suppose the roast is not Olli after all but the old woman! No! No! It can’t be!”
He got up and went over to the bed. Then he came back shaking his head sadly.
“My friends,” he said, “we’ve been eating the old woman! However, we’ve eaten so much of her that I suppose we might as well finish her!”