o an eating-match; and
tying his scrip in front of him, proceeded to pour soup into it by the
ladleful. By and by the giant threw down his spoon in despair, and owned
himself conquered. "No, no! don't give it up yet," said Boots, "just cut
a hole in your stomach like this, and you can eat forever." And suiting
the action to the words, he ripped open his scrip. So the silly Troll
cut himself open and died, and Boots carried off all his gold and
silver.

Once there was a Troll whose name was Wind-and-Weather, and Saint Olaf
hired him to build a church. If the church were completed within a
certain specified time, the Troll was to get possession of Saint Olaf.
The saint then planned such a stupendous edifice that he thought the
giant would be forever building it; but the work went on briskly, and at
the appointed day nothing remained but to finish the point of the spire.
In his consternation Olaf rushed about until he passed by the Troll's
den, when he heard the giantess telling her children that their father,
Wind-and-Weather, was finishing his church, and would be home to-morrow
with Saint Olaf. So the saint ran back to the church and bawled out,
"Hold on, Wind-and-Weather, your spire is crooked!" Then the giant
tumbled down from the roof and broke into a thousand pieces. As in the
cases of the Mara and the werewolf, the enchantment was at an end as
soon as the enchanter was called by name.

These Trolls, like the Arabian Efreets, had an ugly habit of carrying
off beautiful princesses. This is strictly in keeping with their
character as night-demons, or Panis. In the stories of Punchkin and
the Heartless Giant, the night-demon carries off the dawn-maiden after
having turned into stone her solar brethren. But Boots, or Indra, in
search of his kinsfolk, by and by arrives at the Troll's castle, and
then the dawn-nymph, true to her fickle character, cajoles the Giant
and enables Boots to destroy him. In the famous myth which serves as the
basis for the Volsunga Saga and the Nibelungenlied, the dragon Fafnir
steals the Valkyrie Brynhild and keeps her shut up in a castle on the
Glistening Heath, until some champion shall be found powerful enough
to rescue her. The castle is as hard to enter as that of the Sleeping
Beauty; but Sigurd, the Northern Achilleus, riding on his deathless
horse, and wielding his resistless sword Gram, forces his way in, slays
Fafnir, and recovers the Valkyrie.

In the preceding paper the Valkyries