Norway

There was once a man who traveling. He came, at last, to a beautiful. Big farm. It had a manor house so fine that it could easily have been a small castle. "This will be a good place to rest,» he alisema to himself as he went trough the gate. An old man, with gray hair and beard, was chopping wood nearby. "Good evening, father" alisema the traveler. "Can wewe put me up for the night? " I'm not the father of the house," alisema the old one. "Go into the jikoni and talk to my father". The traveler went into the kitchen. There he found a man who was even older, down on his knees in front of the hearth,...