“I’m not sure that I do want to go there just now,” said the fairy. “I think I should like to go with you to your grandfather’s uncle’s castle, and see what your prospects are. If you find he is still alive, shall you wait?”
“I guess not,” said the giant, laughing. “But you can come along with me, and we’ll see how things stand.”
Before very long, they came to a great castle, and a warder stood before the gate.
“Ho, warder!” cried the giant when he came up. “How goes it with my grandfather’s uncle, the old giant Omscrag?”
“He has been dead a month,” said the warder, “and his property is all divided among his heirs.”
“That is not so,” roared the giant. “I am one of his heirs, and I haven’t got anything.”
“I don’t know anything about it,” said the warder. “I was told to give that message to every one who came, and I’ve given it to you.”
“Who told you to give it?” cried the giant.
“My master, Katofan, who is the old giant’s principal heir, and who now owns the castle.”