Now, when the little Etin reached the earl, he fell on his knee before him.
The old earl looked upon the little lad, and his eyes they were filled with tears.
'My little wee boy, ye must haste away,' he cried. 'An I look upon you long my heart will break into three pieces, for ye have the eyes, the hair of my lost May Margaret.'
'My eyes are blue as my mother's eyes, and my yellow hair curls as does hers,' cried the little wee boy.
'Where is your mother?' then cried the earl, and the tears rolled down his cheek.
'My mother is standing at the castle gate, and with her are my six little wee brothers,' said the bonny young Etin.
'Run, porter boys, run fast,' said the earl, 'and throw wide open the gates that my daughter may come in to me.'
Into the hall came Margaret, her six little sons by her side. Before the earl she fell upon her knee, but the earl he lifted her up and said, 'Ye shall dine with me to-day, ye and your seven bonny little sons.'
'No food can I eat,' said Margaret, 'until I see again my dear husband. For he knows not where he may find me and his seven dear little sons.'
'Now will I send my hunters, and they shall search the forest high and low and bring Hynde Etin unto me,' said the earl.