“That is my bottle,” thought the queen.
The next night she stopped at a house where a sword filled the whole place with light.
“Where did you find that beautiful sword?” asked the queen.
“My grandfather left it to me,” said the man. “We have it hanging here always.”
“That is my sword,” said the queen to herself.
Next day the queen set out early, travelled quickly, and never stopped till she came near Brandon Mountain. At a distance she saw a man coming down hill with a fat bullock under each arm. He was carrying the beasts as easily as another would carry two geese. The man put the bullocks in a pen near a house at the foot of the mountain, came out toward the queen, and never stopped till he saluted her. When the man stopped, the boy broke away from the mother and ran to the stranger.
“How is this?” asked the queen; “the child knows you.” She tried to take the boy, but he would not go to her.
“Have you lived always in this place?” asked the queen.
“I was born in that house beyond, and reared at the foot of that mountain before you. I went away from home once and killed four giants, the first with four, the second with six, the third with eight, and the fourth with twelve heads on him. When I had the giants killed, their mother came out against me, and she raging with vengeance. She wanted to kill me at first, but she did not. She put me under bonds of enchantment to go to the castle of the Queen of Lonesome Island, and bring the sword of light that can never fail to cut or give light, the loaf of bread that can never be eaten, and the bottle of water that can never be drained.”