The most remarkable thing about the giant was his hair. It was pale green in color and gave him a most weird and terrible aspect.
When the giant was out of sight Mansur stole softly down from the tree. He looked all around and suddenly his eye caught sight of a stout cord. The boy took the cord and quickly climbed into the tree again saying, “Now I’ve got him if he comes back.”
In a very few minutes the terrible giant with the green hair was seen returning. He was looking eagerly on the ground as if he saw footsteps.
When he reached the tree where Mansur was hiding he began to sniff the air like an animal. All at once Mansur let down the noose that he had made in the cord and slipped it over the giant’s head. Before he knew it the green-haired monster was caught and held fast. The boy then drew the cord around a strong branch of the tree and the bad giant was left hanging there.
“There is one gone,” said Mansur to himself, and he went on his way.
Suddenly as he walked along a strange sight met his eyes. Right before him, stretched on the grass, asleep, was a monster with blue hair. He was larger than the green-haired giant and so ugly even in his sleep, that Mansur trembled.
Our hero stood perfectly still and looked around. In order to go on his way he would have to step over the giant. “I’ll do it,” said Mansur; and drawing his sword he stepped on the giant’s silver belt. The blue-haired monster opened his eyes and was just going to jump when Mansur plunged his sword into the bad giant’s heart. “There are two of them gone,” said Mansur; “I wonder what the third is like.”
He traveled on till he came to a great castle, in the very heart of the forest, and as he was hungry he went up to the great door and knocked. A terrible voice asked:
“Who is there?”
“Mansur,” was the reply.