‘So am I,’ answered his wife. ‘I do wish I had not taken that last spoonful of broth; I am sure something was wrong with it.’
‘If I don’t get some water I shall die,’ went on the giant. And rushing out of the cave, followed by his wife, he ran down the path which led to the river.
Then Kisa entered the hut, and lost no time in searching every hole till she came upon some grass, under which Ingibjörg’s feet were hidden, and putting them in her cart, drove back again to her own hut.
Ingibjörg was thankful to see her, for she had lain, too frightened to sleep, trembling at every noise.
‘Oh, is it you?’ she cried joyfully, as Kisa turned the key. And the cat came in, holding up the two neat little feet in their silver slippers.
‘In two minutes they shall be as tight as ever they were!’ said Kisa. And taking some strings of the magic grass which the giant had carelessly heaped on them, she bound the feet on to the legs above.
‘Of course you won’t be able to walk for some time; you must not expect that,’ she continued. ‘But if you are very good, perhaps, in about a week, I may carry you home again.’
And so she did; and when the cat drove the cart up to the palace gate, lashing the horse furiously with her tail, and the king and queen saw their lost daughter sitting beside her, they declared that no reward could be too great for the person who had brought her out of the giant’s hands.