And asked himself what he must do.
He ne’er had eaten human flesh—
His soul revolted at the thought;
The clothes they wore were only trash,
By their own hands they had been wrought.
“I’ll torture them,” the giant said,
“To see them writhe and twist with pain;
I’ll watch them in their torture bed,
And hear them weep and wail in vain.”
And, while he planned, the pris’ners slept.