Ottar. Here is the tower, here lie the graves in a sandy spot; run below to the Duke and tell him; not a man to be seen, not even a worm, naught but a burying-ground, rooted up and worried as though we had been haunting it ourselves. [Gylf goes out.]
Sköll. Nay, for we would have saved some of our loved dead for the raven, we would not have been so stingy as to bury them straightway. [They all laugh.]
The First [pointing out to sea].--Ho--there!
Ottar. What's the matter?
The First. Does not the boat pass there that yesterday crossed our path on the high seas, whose steersman threatened fight with our dragon? How comes the bold rascal here?
The Second [who has raised up the lump of amber]. I tell you, comrades, let the fellow go, and look what I have found.
Ottar. Death and the devil! Then we are in Amberland.
The Third [staring]. That is amber?
Ottar. Give it to me!
The Second. I found it--it is mine!