"Got anything to eat?" he said. "It's a shame to ask you. A round of
crisp-bread? I had no chance to bring food with me."
"Yes, I've got bread, butter, and reindeer cheese. Help yourself."
"It's not so easy for a lot of people in the winter," said the man as he
ate.
"Could you take some letters to the village for me?" I asked. "I'll pay
you for it."
"Oh, no, I couldn't do that," the man replied. "I'm afraid that's
impossible. I must cross the fjeld now. I've heard there's work in
Hilling, in the Hilling Forest. So I can't."
"Must get his back up a bit again," I thought. "He just sits now there
without any guts at all. In the end he'll start begging for a few
coppers."