It was Weland himself . I was so astonished that I jumped out and said : `` What on Human Earth are you doing here , Weland ? '' ' ` Poor Weland ! ' sighed Una . ` He pushed the long hair back from his forehead -LRB- he did n't recognize me at first -RRB- . Then he said : '' You ought to know . You foretold it , Old Thing . I 'm shoeing horses for hire . I 'm not even Weland now , '' he said . `` They call me Wayland-Smith . '' ' ` Poor chap ! ' said Dan . ` What did you say ? ' ` What could I say ? He looked up , with the horse 's foot on his lap , and he said , smiling , `` I remember the time when I would n't have accepted this old bag of bones as a sacrifice , and now I 'm glad enough to shoe him for a penny . '' ' `` Is n't there any way for you to get back to Valhalla , or wherever you come from ? '' I said . ' `` I 'm afraid not , '' he said , rasping away at the hoof . He had a wonderful touch with horses . The old beast was whinnying on his shoulder .
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