so he made haste to hire a boat , and soon he was speeding over the tossing waters on his way to the island of hoy . when he arrived there he hurried up the lonely valley to where the dwarfie stone stood , and he had no difficulty in finding its uncanny occupant , for snorro was standing at the hole that served as a door , his raven on his shoulder , gazing placidly at the setting sun . a curious smile crossed his face when , hearing the sound of approaching footsteps , he turned round and his eyes fell on the young noble . " what bringeth thee here , sir earl ? " he asked gaily , for he scented more gold . " i come for a love - potion , " said harold ; and without more ado he told the whole story to the wizard . " i will pay thee for it , " he added , " if thou wilt give it to me quickly . " snorro looked at him from head to foot . " blind must the maiden be , sir orator , " he said , " who needeth a love - potion to make her fancy so gallant a knight . " earl harold laughed angrily . " it is easier to catch a sunbeam than a woman 's roving fancy , " he replied . " i have no time for jesting . for , hearken , old man , there is a proverb that saith , ' time and tide wait for no man , ' so i need not expect the tide to wait for me . the potion i must have , and that instantly . "
why did snorro the dwarf smile when he heard harold coming towards him ?
he smelled gold .
he scenter more gold .