A Tailor Part3
A Tailor Part3
answered the little tailor, and together they set off for the
giant’s home.
There were seven more giants in the cave, and each one of
them was eating a roasted pig for his supper. They gave
the little man some food, and then showed him a bed in
which he might pass the night. It was so big that, after
tossing about for half an hour in it, the tailor thought he
would be more comfortable if he slept in the corner, so he
crept out without being noticed.
In the middle of the night the giant stole out of bed and
went up to the one where he thought the little man was
fast asleep. Taking a big bar of iron, he struck such a heavy
blow at it that he woke up all the other giants.
“Keep quiet, friends,” said he. “I’ve just killed the little
scamp.”
“That I will,” replied the little man. “It is just the sort of
thing that will suit me, and I’ll come at once.”
He hadn’t been in the King’s service long before every one
grew jealous of him. The soldiers were afraid that, if they
offended him, he would make short work of them all, while
the members of the King’s household didn’t fancy the idea
of making such a fuss over a stranger.
The King didn’t like to refuse, for fear they should all
desert, and yet he didn’t dare get rid of the captain, in case
such a strong and brave man should try to have his
revenge.
The tailor chose ten strong men, and told them to await
him on the border of the wood, while he went on quite
alone. He could hear the giants snoring for quite half an
hour before he reached them, so he knew in which
direction to go.