He was called Weland , and he was a smith to some Gods . I 've forgotten their names , but he used to make them swords and spears . I think he claimed kin with Thor of the Scandinavians . ' ' Heroes of Asgard Thor ? ' said Una . She had been reading the book . ` Perhaps , ' answered Puck . ` None the less , when bad times came , he did n't beg or steal . He worked ; and I was lucky enough to be able to do him a good turn . ' ` Tell us about it , ' said Dan . ' I think I like hearing of Old Things . ' They rearranged themselves comfortably , each chewing a grass stem . Puck propped himself on one strong arm and went on : ` Let 's think ! I met Weland first on a November afternoon in a sleet storm , on Pevensey Level -- ' ` Pevensey ? Over the hill , you mean ? ' Dan pointed south . ` Yes ; but it was all marsh in those days , right up to Horsebridge and Hydeneye . I was on Beacon Hill -- they called it Brunanburgh then -- when I saw the pale flame that burning thatch makes , and I went down to look . Some pirates -- I think they must have been Peofn 's men -- were burning a village on the Levels , and Weland 's image -- a big , black wooden thing with amber beads round his neck -- lay in the bows of a black thirty-two-oar galley that they had just beached . Bitter cold it was !
There were icicles hanging from her deck and the oars were glazed over with ice , and there was ice on XXXXX 's lips .
Brunanburgh Dan Hydeneye Level Pevensey Una Weland first storm thatch