The Troll's Face Craved in Panic.

Beryl roared, you tell him about the billy goats, mister big troll. Billy goats said conan. Beryl says i ought to have gone in with her brother when they built that new road over his bridge. But he raised his voice. I said, there's been trolls under this bridge here,. Trouble is the stones keep on falling out. And you'd never believe what those masons charge the bloody dwarfs. You can't trust em. One of em's a lumber merchant down in sour water. One ofem runs the bridge, and the big fat one is a merchant over on bitter pike. Call that a proper job, a troll.