he must have it to see his way, and the others went behind and took hold of the first.
"Take up the traps," said the elder of the boys, "but don't run away too far, but see how things go; as they carry their eye so high aloft they'll find it hard to see me when I get behind them."
Yes! the brother ran before and the Trolls after him, meanwhile the elder got behind them and chopped the hindmost Troll with his axe on the ankle, so that the Troll gave an awful shriek, and the foremost Troll got so afraid he was all of a shake and dropped the eye. But the boy was not slow to snap it up. It was bigger than two quart pots put together, and so clear and bright, that though it was pitch dark, everything was as clear as day as soon as he looked through it.
When the Trolls saw he had taken their eye and done one of them harm, they began to threaten him with all the evil in the world if he didn't give back the eye at once.
"I don't care a farthing for Trolls and threats," said the boy, "now I've got three eyes to myself and you three have got none, and besides two of you have to carry the third."
"If we don't get our eye back this minute, you shall be both turned to stocks and stones," screeched the Trolls.
But the boy thought things needn't go so fast; he was not afraid for witchcraft or hard words. If they didn't leave him in peace he'd chop them all three, so that they would have to creep and crawl along the earth like cripples and crabs.
When the Trolls heard that they got still more afraid,
