"Are you not frightened?" asked the giant.
"Of you? Certainly not!" was the youth's reply.
"Then we will fight with one another!" proposed the giant.
"As you choose," replied the shepherd, "but first we must abuse each other so that we can get into a proper rage, because as we abuse each other we will grow angry, and when we are angry we will fight!"
"But I shall begin by abusing you," said the giant.
"As you choose," said the youth, "but then it will be my turn."
"May a troll with a crooked nose take you!" yelled the giant.
"May a flying devil carry you off!" answered the shepherd and he shot a sharp arrow against the giant's body with his bow.
"What was that?" asked the giant, and tried to pull the arrow out of his body.
"That was a word of abuse," said the shepherd.