“So truly if that is the case you had better go into my nephew’s room where I cannot reach you and stay there while I watch for that man of yours.”
Presently in the distance De‘o´niot saw a giant striding through the underbrush.
“Ho, ho!” he exclaimed to himself, “That woman is the first one I ever saw and liked, so I am truly glad to do her a service in destroying her man-giant.”
With a whoop the giant pounced upon De‘o´niot. “Where is my wife?” he bellowed.
De‘o´niot did not answer but grasped the giant’s throat and after a frightful struggle twisted his neck.
“I am greatly obliged to you,” he called to the woman. “Such an amount of flesh will keep me from hunger for many days.”
When the nephew returned he found the new wife awaiting him and after some questioning he accepted her.
“That is right!” called the uncle over the partition, “don’t worry, she is a good woman. I will not eat her.”
“Wife,” he said, “I believe that we must depart from these regions for I fear that my uncle will become so hungry that he will forget his love for us.”
Soon afterward the uncle from his chamber shouted: