"O yes! but do hurry; whose head?"
"One day there came a beautiful youth to the army to see his brothers and bring them something nice."
"Did he cut off his head?"
"Wait, now."
"I will."'
"And he—"
"Which 'he'?"
"This youth. He offered to go and fight the giant and—"
"How big was he? And was he covered all over with those brass pieces lapped tight like the fish scales?"
"They wanted him to wear a good many things to cover his head and arms and breast and legs, so the giant couldn't hit him and draw blood, and so he put them on; but they were so large and heavy he could hardly walk or lift his hands to his head—"