Now rose Holmdis’ brothers and spoke. The youngest nodded kindly to her and spoke first.

-My sister, no force, he said briefly.

Folke Filbyter took a few steps up from the floor as if to anticipate the every one as he spoke to.

-You are mad, young man! he cried. For you, brethren, I have promised was his shirt with silver buttons. But I’m willing to offer even more. Do you know what, Ulvungar! Hangings have you on the walls and flowers on the floor, but you are poor. Even if your yard, next to me, has the largest fields, so are you still poor, poor!

The older brother thought for a long time. Then he said: