Calfskin ankle boot… All that's left of Mikkel.

The master's eye fattens the calf. You're beginning to understand that, I see…

Some traders hired us. To protect 'em along the high road, they said. 'Fore we knew it, they'd bound us like calves.

Corpses?! Take it back! They got lost, is all. But if worst comes to worst… well, he had calfskin ankle boots, work of Master Clogs. Told him not to wear 'em into the hills, he'd only ruin them. But he was so proud of 'em…