“Oh, whoever you may be, you are very welcome,” replied the knight, holding out his hand. “But who are you?”
“I am the spirit of the copper-mines your uncle is working. I live in the underground caves, and his excavations are a source of great annoyance to me. If you will promise that the mining shall cease, that the galleries and shafts shall be filled in, in order that I and my companions may live in peace in the bowels
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of the earth, we will this night construct the road and the colonnade demanded by the giant. To-morrow you will marry Helen.”
About Midnight a terrible Storm arose
“I can promise no such thing, for my uncle has a son who is heir to all he possesses.”
“His son, who was a good-for-nothing, was killed this morning by a man-at-arms whom he had had flogged yesterday. You are now your uncle’s sole heir.”