The stranger poked his face up into Maskull's.

"Well, giant, what do you think of it all? Wouldn't you like to see
the land where this sort of fruit grows wild?"

"What sort of fruit?"

"That specimen goblin."

Maskull waved him away with his huge hand. "Who are you, and how did
you come here?"

"Call up your friend. Perhaps he may recognise me." Nightspore had
moved a chair to the fire, and was watching the embers with a set,
fanatical expression.

"Let Krag come to me, if he wants me," he said, in his strange voice.

"You see, he does know me," uttered Krag, with a humorous look.
Walking over to Nightspore, he put a hand on the back of his chair.

"Still the same old gnawing hunger?"

"What is doing these days?" demanded Nightspore disdainfully, without
altering his attitude.

"Surtur has gone, and we are to follow him."

"How do you two come to know each other, and of whom are you