wedding.

`Yes,' said Halvor, `he has only gone to break down a bit of
spruce fir. It won't be long before he is here.' And then he asked
them the way to Soria Moria Castle. They put him in the right
way, and when he came in front of the castle it was so full of
horses and people that it swarmed with them. But Halvor was so
ragged and torn with following the West Wind through bushes
and bogs that he kept on one side, and would not go among the
crowd until the last day, when the feast was to be held at noon.

So when, as was the usage and custom, all were to drink to the
bride and the young girls who were present, the cup-bearer filled
the cup for each in turn, both bride and bridegroom, and knights
and servants, and at last, after a very long time, he came to Halvor.
He drank their health, and then slipped the ring which the Princess
had put on his finger when they were sitting by the waterside into
the glass, and ordered the cup-bearer to carry the glass to the bride
from him and greet her.

Then the Princess at once rose up from the table, and said,
`Who is most worthy to have one of us--he who has delivered us
from the Trolls or he who is sitting here as bridegroom?'

There could be but one opinion as to that, everyone thought,
and when Halvor heard what they said he was not long in flinging
off his beggar's rags and arraying himself as a bridegroom.

`Yes, he is the right one,' cried the youngest Princess when she
caught sight of him; so she flung the other out of the window and