“What! am I cunning?”
“The proof is, that there are ten florins to earn to-night—and you will be keen enough to earn them, I am sure.”
“Why, on those terms, yes—I am awake,” said the giant, smiling with a stupid, self-satisfied air. “What must I do for ten florins?”
“You shall see.”
“Is it hard work?”
“You shall see. Begin by going to the burgomaster’s—but first light the fire in that stove.” He pointed to it with his finger.
“Yes, master,” said Goliath, somewhat consoled for the delay of his supper by the hope of gaining ten florins.
“Put that iron bar in the stove,” added the Prophet, “to make it red-hot.”
“Yes, master.”
“You will leave it there; go to the burgomaster’s, and return here to wait for me.”