"A poor traveller who begs for lodging."
"I receive no one unless it is giants who desire to have a tilt with me. We feast at night, and in the morning I hang them to a tree in the forest."
"Well," said Abdallah, "I will have a tilt with you in the morning. Open the door and let me come in."
"Poor fool," said the giant, "will you dare to contend with me?"
"I will do my best," said Abdallah. "Open the door, I beg you."
"Go away," said the giant, "I do not wish to crush you."
"Oh, Mr. Giant! would you be afraid to-day, and have I the power to make you tremble?"
"Poor creature, your impudence shall have its punishment. Come in! but to-morrow you shall be hanged."
"While I am waiting to balance myself on a limb," said Abdallah, cheerfully, "have my supper prepared. My appetite is large."
The cruel giant smiled at Abdallah's pretensions, and as he was a charming man himself, he took occasion to divert Abdallah. The supper was fine, and the evening was very pleasant. The giant related his exploits. He had fought a lion, and he had vanquished a sea-serpent with seven heads which had attacked him. One day, when an army came to attack him, he had the soldiers hung to the trees that surrounded his castle.