“What were you shouting for?” said the giants.
“Because,” said Sharvan, “that rock there fell down on my big toe.”
“You did not shout like a man that was hurt,” said they.
“What is it to you what way I shouted?” said he.
“You might give a civil answer to a civil question,” said they; “but sure you were always Sharvan the Surly;” and they went away.
When the giants were out of sight, Sharvan took Pinkeen out of his wallet.
“Some more berries, you little thief––I mean little Pinkeen,” said he.
“I have not any more,” said Pinkeen; “but if 89 you will guard the tree in Dooros Wood you can feast on them from morn till night.”
“I’ll guard every tree in the wood, if I may do that,” said the giant.
“You’ll have to guard only one,” said Pinkeen.