But in slapping all his pockets and feeling all round himself for matches his hand came on the hilt of his little

sword—the little dagger that he got from the trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor fortunately had the goblins noticed it, as he wore it inside his breeches.
Now he drew it out. It shone pale and dim before his eyes. “So it is an elvish blade, too,” he thought; “and goblins are not very near, and yet not far enough.”

Chapter 5 Riddles in the Dark