And there would the fairy find him
Stirring the coals red hot:
“Good-morrow to you, Jungenthor!”
So would the fairy say;
“And what and what does Winnikin want,
And what does she want to-day?”
So would the giant grumble;
But Winnikin feared him not.
And, now, “O Giant Jungenthor!”
Did her tale of wrong begin,