“Katofan!” exclaimed the giant. “What impudence! He’s a ninth cousin by marriage. Where is he? I want to see him.”
“I don’t think he is well enough to see anybody to-day,” said the warder.
THE YOUNG GIANT FELDAR COMPELS THE WARDEN TO OPEN THE SICK GIANT’S CASTLE-GATE
“Open that gate!” the giant roared, “or I shall plunge your family into woe!”
The warder turned pale, and opened the gate as wide as it would go, while the giant, with the fairy on his finger, walked boldly in.
In a large inner hall, sitting before a great fire, they saw a giant so tall and thin that he looked as if he had been made of great fishing-poles. He turned uneasily in his chair when he saw his visitor, and was going to say something about being too unwell to receive company, when our young giant, whose name was Feldar, interrupted him by calling out, in a tremendous voice:
“Well, now, Katofan, I should like to know what all this means! How did you come to be heir to this castle?”
“Because it descended to me from my good old relative and friend,” said the other.
“I expect there are a hundred heirs, who have a better right to it than you,” said our giant. “The truth is, no doubt, that you were here when my grandfather’s uncle died, and that you took possession, and have since kept everybody out.”