“What castle is this?” says Jack.
“This,” says the wee red man, “is the castle of the Giant of the Purse of Plenty.”
“Then,” says Jack, “I’ve heard of that terrible giant. We’ll push on and look for somewhere else to stop tonight.”
“Nowhere else than here we’ll stop,” says the wee red man. “No danger ever frightened me in all my life before, and it’s too late to begin to learn fright now.”
And before Jack could say anything he had knocked at the gates, and a giant with two heads came out roaring, and asked them what they wanted and what brought them there.
“We don’t want much,” says the little red man, “only what every traveler expects -- a sweet supper and a soft bed.”
“I want both myself, too,” says the giant, “and I’ll make a sweet supper off you both, and a soft bed of your bones.”
Then he laughed an awful laugh that shook the castle and made the hair stand up on poor Jack’s head.
But that minute the wee red man whipped out his sword and made at him, and the giant whipped out his and made at the wee red man; and both of them fell to and had a fight long and hard, but at length the wee red man ran his sword through the giant’s heart and killed him.
Then they went in, and spread for themselves a grand supper and a fine bed, in which they slept soundly till morning. And in the morning they went off, the little red man taking with him the Purse of Plenty.