`` 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 . `` You may remember that I was not a gentle God in my Day and my Time and my Power . I shall never be released till some human being truly wishes me well . '' ' `` Surely , '' said I , `` the farmer ca n't do less than that . You 're shoeing the horse all round for him . '' ' `` Yes , '' said he , `` and my nails will hold a shoe from one full moon to the next . But farmers and Weald clay , '' said he , `` are both uncommon cold and sour . '' ` Would you believe it , that when that farmer woke and found his horse shod he rode away without one word of thanks ? I was so angry that I wheeled his horse right round and walked him back three miles to the Beacon , just to teach the old sinner politeness . ' ` Were you invisible ? '
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