He seized the prince, carried him across the kitchen, opened a tank, and threw him in. Splash! The prince fell head-first into three feet of water.
What was still more terrible, the giant fastened down the lid of the tank. The prince feared the dark far more than he did the water, but he did not cry out. He stood shivering for more than an hour, wondering if Yellow Lily had forgotten him, and wishing that he was safe at home in his bed of silk and gold.
At last the lid was raised, and Yellow Lily peeped down at him, smiling roguishly.
"Shall I steal your clothes and run away, as you tried to do to-day?" she said softly.
"No, do not let me stay in this place. I will do anything you may want me to do," pleaded the prince, with chattering teeth.
"Then climb out; put on these dry, warm clothes I have for you; and have some supper," she said.
It did not take the prince long to get out of his soft bed. He found the giant sound asleep before the fireplace, snoring loud enough to drown the most terrible crash of thunder.
Yellow Lily spoke not a word, but gave the prince some dry clothing and told him to stay in the corner until she returned. Before long she came back with a tempting supper smoking upon a tray, and told him to eat. He was very hungry and ate very heartily. Then she took him to another corner of the room and raised a curtain that hung there.
He saw a soft, white bed and a table that held fresh water and towels. Yellow Lily wished him happy dreams and hastened away.
At break of day she returned and said excitedly: