Chapter 4
"Cael, my pulse," said the Carl, "we had better build a house or
a hut to pass the night in."
"I'Il build nothing," Cael replied, looking on the Carl with
great disfavour.
"No!"
"I won't build house or hut for the sake of passing one night
here, for I hope never to see this place again."
"I'Il build a house myself," said the Carl, "and the man who
does not help in the building can stay outside of the house."
The Carl stumped to a near-by wood, and he never rested until he
had felled and tied together twenty-four couples of big timber. He
thrust these under one arm and under the other he tucked a bundle
of rushes for his bed, and with that one load he rushed up a house,
well thatched and snug, and with the timber that remained over he
made a bonfire on the floor of
