“Say，Olaf，doesthemanwearanecklace？Iseeanecklacehangingintheairabovethemount，butnaughtelse。“
“Yes，Iduna，hewearsanecklaceabovehismail。Howdoesitappeartoyou？“
“Oh，beautiful，beautiful！“sheanswered。“Achainofpalegold，andhangingfromitgoldenshellsinlaidwithblue，andbetweenthemgreenjewelsthatholdthemoon。“
“ThatiswhatIseealso，“Isaid，asindeedIdid。“There！Allisgone。“
Freydisareturnedandtherewasastrangesmileonherdarkface，forshehadheardallourtalk。