"And while we were singing, the rain stopped. The grey cloud hung no longer like a wall above the river bank, and a ray of sunlight stole into the room.
"The man who had seen the vision had sat down on a chair, with his hands before his face, not daring to look up or even to move.
"But now, when it cleared up and grew bright again, his brother spoke to him sensibly.
"'Come now, Jon,' he said. 'The rain has stopped, and we can go on now. Look up; you can see it is all gone now.'
"But Jon sat huddled up in his chair, and only moved his elbow to say he would not be disturbed.
"'No, Anders, no,' he said. 'Let me be. I dare not.'
"Then Anders came over to us, and shook his head.
"'It is no wonder he was afraid,' he said. 'For the thing he saw was something that once was, and the place he spoke of is the place our grandfather's father came from.'
"'I think he said it was called Hånger,' I said, seeing that none of the others spoke.
"'Yes,' he answered. 'Hånger it is, and it lies in Dalsland, and we who come from there are called the trollfolk of Hånger. We are bigger in body than most men, and they say we are ill to meet, but, for my part, I know of nothing strange about us, beyond that we all die by our own hand. My father did so, and his father and his father's father before him.'