Weep, for no flowers are to be seen here,
not even Oxalis acetosella, my only consolation.
Before you reach Sormjole, you are accosted
by two male reindeer. No good omen, this, some say.
Sure enough, you mount a mare that nearly throws you.
Toward evening you reach Röbäck, where you pass the night
shivering. It is cold and the wind blows hard from the northeast.