'Good sporting there, at all events, among these dragons,' quoth
Smid the son of Troll, armourer to the party.

'As good as Thor's when he caught Snake Midgard with the bullock's
head,' said Wulf.

It turned to the east for a hundred days' journey more, all round
Arabia and India, among forests full of elephants and dog-headed
women.

'Better and better, Smid!' growled Wulf, approvingly.

'Fresh beef cheap there, Prince Wulf, eh?' quoth Smid; 'I must look
over the arrow-heads.'

--To the mountains of the Hyperboreans, where there was eternal
night, and the air was full of feathers .... That is, one-third of
it came from thence, and another third came from the Southern ocean,
over the Moon mountains, where no one had ever been, and the
remaining third from the country where the phoenix lived, and nobody
knew where that was. And then there were the cataracts, and the
inundations-and-and-and above the cataracts, nothing but sand-hills
and ruins, as full of devils as they could hold .... and as for
Asgard, no one had ever heard of it .... till every face grew longer
and longer, as Pelagia went on interpreting and misinterpreting; and
at last the giant smote his hand upon his knee, and swore a great
oath that Asgard might rot till the twilight of the gods before he
went a step farther up the Nile.

'Curse the monk!' growled Wulf. 'How should such a poor beast know