She became a common wet water-spirit somewhere in Lancashire . And there were hundreds of other friends of mine . First they were Gods . Then they were People of the Hills , and then they flitted to other places because they could n't get on with the English for one reason or another . There was only one Old Thing , I remember , who honestly worked for his living after he came down in the world . 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 ? '
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Dan English First Pevensey Puck Scandinavians Thor Una afternoon water-spirit