One Yule eve the king sat in the hall, and the tables were laid out, and the king said,
"Get me flesh-meat."
"Sire, it is not the custom to eat flesh-meat on Yule eve."
The king said,
"If it be not the custom I will make it the custom."
They went out, and brought him a dolphin. The king stuck his knife into it, but did not eat of it.
Then the king said,
"Bring me a girl here into the hall."
They brought him a woman whose head-dress went far down her brows. The king took her hand in his hands, looked at her, and said,
"An ill looking girl!"
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