“Those are the last lips I shall kiss. He won’t have them to give me to-morrow.”
She rose and she went. When she went out the red man whisked the head off the giant. He put a knot in the ear. He threw it over his shoulder. He was on the shore as soon as she was. She went into the boat. She was drawing to home. He went out after her. Much as he drenched her the nights before, twice as much did he drench her this night. They went home. The red man came to his master in bed.
“Are you asleep, master?”
“I am not now,” said the king’s son.
“Here are the last lips she kissed last night, and, by my faith, they were ugly lips for a lady to be kissing.”
He took the head and threw it under the bed. When breakfast was ready in the morning she came down with a flight. She asked him,—
“Where are the last lips that I kissed last night?”
He put his hand under the bed. He took hold of the giant’s head. He threw it over at her feet. When she saw the giant was dead she gave one sweep, and she left not a chair or a table, nor anything on the table, she did not make smash of, so great was her anger.
“I have your daughter all won now,” said the king’s son.