"well! you are in a sad plight," said the lad, as he strode down, lifted up the rock, and set the man free. after that he had to put him on his back and carry him home; so he ran with him as fast as a horse, and shook him so that the troll screamed and screeched as if a knife were run into him. and when he got home, they had to put the troll to bed, and there he lay in a sad pickle.