Chapter 17
The next morning Thorald put on the native clothes, but they were too small for a colossus like him, although he tried in every way to force those poor garments to fit his size.
"By Thor's hammer!" If he moved just one muscle, they would burst.
Outside the tepee the Viking’s colorful language could be heard but fortunately it was incomprehensible to the natives. When Golden Falcon and Red Moon decided to enter, he was standing there immobile with his legs together and his stiff arms dangling in mid-air. They covered their mouth trying to hide their amused smiles.
"I can't move!" the young man burst out.
"These are the biggest clothes we have," apologized Golden Falcon. "But how did you do that?" the girl's expression was a mixture of incredulous and amused.
"I kept trying!
