The Glassmanikin came up again, as before. He met Peter with an injured look.
“That thou shouldst give me a feeling heart.”
“I cannot. I am not Michael the Dutchman.”
“I can live no longer with this stone heart.”
“I pity you. Take this cross, and go to Michael. Get him to give you back your heart, under some pretext, and when he demands it again show him this cross, and he will be powerless to harm you.”
Peter took the cross and hurried into the deep forest. He called,—
“Michael the Dutchman! Michael the Dutchman!”
The giant appeared.
“What now, Peter Munk?”