“Well,” said the Giant, “if you must know, it lies away yonder in the cupboard against the wall.”
“So, so!” thought Boots and the Princess; “then we’ll soon try to find it.”
Next morning the Giant was away early, and strode off to the wood, and so soon as he was gone Boots and the Princess were in the cupboard hunting for his heart, but the more they sought for it, the less they found it.
“Well,” said the Princess, “we’ll just try him once more.”
So she decked out the cupboard with flowers and garlands, and when the time came for the Giant to come home, Boots crept under the bed again.
Snuff—snuff! “My eyes and limbs, what a smell of Christian blood there is in here!”
“I know there is,” said the Princess; “for a little while since there came a magpie flying with a man’s bone in his 126 bill, and let it fall down the chimney. I made all the haste I could to get it out of the house again; but after all my pains, I daresay it’s that you smell.”
When the Giant heard that, he said no more about it; but a little while after, he saw how the cupboard was all decked about with flowers and garlands; so he asked who it was that had done that? Who could it be but the Princess?
“And, pray, what’s the meaning of all this tomfoolery?” asked the Giant.