“Well, well, wait till to-morrow”, said the Giant, “and then I’ll take you in to her myself.”
“Thank you kindly, master”, said the Prince; “but it’s only a joke of master’s, I’ll be bound.”
So next day the Giant took him in to the Mastermaid, and said to her:
“Now, you must cut his throat, and boil him in the great big pot you wot of; and when the broth is ready, just give me a call.”
After that, he laid him down on the bench to sleep, and began to snore so, that it sounded like thunder on the hills.
So the Mastermaid took a knife and cut the Prince in his little finger, and let three drops of blood fall on a three-legged stool; and after that she took all the old rags, and soles of shoes, and all the rubbish she could lay hands on, and put them into the pot; and then she filled a chest full of ground gold, and took a lump of salt, and a flask of water that hung behind the door, and she took, besides, a golden apple, and two golden chickens, and off she set with the Prince from the Giant’s house as fast as they could; and when they had gone a little way, they came to the sea, and after that they sailed over the sea; but where they got the ship from, I have never heard tell.
So when the Giant had slumbered a good bit, he began to stretch himself as he lay on the bench and called out, “Will it be soon done?”
“Only just begun”, answered the first drop of blood on the stool.
So the Giant lay down to sleep again, and slumbered a long, long time. At last he began to toss about a little, and cried out:
“Do you hear what I say; will it be soon done?” but he did not look up this time, any more than the first, for he was still half asleep.