Big tears fell from the giantess’s eyes.
Each one made a little pool where it fell.
“Don’t cry,” said the Rainbow Cat, “all will yet be well. My magic is stronger than his. When once I get at him I’ll soon finish him off. Will you take me to him?”
But the giantess was afraid; she said she dare not disturb him. “Besides,” she said, “he would never let you in, he is so suspicious.”
“It’s got to be done somehow,” said the Rainbow Cat, “if you’re to be set free.”
He sat softly strumming on his mandolin and thinking, and suddenly the giantess had an idea.
“He loves music,” she said. “He says it helps his brain to work. If you could pretend to be a wandering musician——”
The Rainbow Cat leapt with joy.
“The very thing, my dear,” he said. “Have you by any chance got a peacock’s feather to lend me?”
This the giantess was able to provide.