After a while the lad asked the Troll whether he could not give him and his mother a bite of supper, for they were hungry as well as weary.
Yes, the Troll could do that, too.
He went outside and came back with a whole load of wood in his arms, as much as two horses could haul. This he threw upon the fire and stirred it up into a blaze.
And now the woman began to shake and shiver as though she would fall to pieces, for she thought for sure the Troll was making ready to cook her and her son for supper; but instead he brought in a whole ox and put it over the fire to roast. When it was done, he took out a great silver platter from the cupboard, and the platter was so large that when he put the ox on it, not any part of the ox hung over the edge. He also set out on the table knives and forks, each six feet long, and a great hogshead for a drinking cup.
When all this was done, he said to the lad, “Draw up and eat and drink as you are able.”
The lad bade his mother come, too, but she would not, so he took up the knife and fork with no trouble at all to himself and cut a slice from the ox and carried it to her. After she had eaten, he lifted the hogshead down from the table, and then he carried her over to it and lowered her down into it so she could drink.
He himself, after he had eaten, climbed to the edge of the hogshead and hung himself over into it head downward, and drank till he was satisfied. After a while the Troll said he might as well have a bite of supper himself. So he went to the table and ate all that was left of the ox—the meat and the bones and the horns and hoofs of it—and drained off all that was in the hogshead at one draught.
Not long afterward it was time to go to bed, and the Troll did not know how to manage that.
“There’s only the bed I sleep in, and a cradle,” said the Troll.
But when the lad came to look at the cradle, it was as long and wide as any bed he had ever seen.