And the giant said:
‘I’m the Spirit of the Woods—that’s why I’m dressed in leaves like this; and I’m the King of the Foresters, and we live in trees.’
But just at this moment a frightful roar came from the camp:
‘Why don’t you begin?’ it came.
It was so sudden that it quite startled the Princess, but the giant shook his head mournfully:
‘He always roars like that when he’s in a temper. He’ll be coming out in a moment, and won’t there be a row?’
Just then the voice came again.
‘Bring Popfelwuski to the door.’
‘Popfelwuski’s his dragon that he rides on,’ said the giant.
And then some servants led the dragon to the door of one of the tents.