"Great giant," said Abdallah, smiling, "you make me tremble. It would be easy for you to get satisfaction out of a poor unfortunate creature like me."
"Miserable creature!" said the giant, "I warned you before you came into my castle. But eat and drink—above all, drink, for to-morrow shall be your last day."
"Let us drink, Mr. Giant! let us drink, since the night still belongs to me. Here's to your health!"
Overcome with fatigue, Abdallah left the giant and went to sleep, for he stood greatly in need of rest, and in the morning he was still asleep when the giant came to awake him.
"Get up!" the giant exclaimed. "You have lived long enough. Let us cross swords and see who will be the victor."
"It is useless," said Abdallah; "the combat would be too unequal. Let me go, I pray you."
"No," said the giant, severely; "you must die. Come quickly, I am in a hurry."
"Well, then," said Abdallah, "since you insist on it, we will fight, but I regret it, I assure you, for I really do not want to kill you."