“I thought that billow that rose after you, when you got into the boat, drowned you.”
“It only left me on dry land,” said Margaret.
“I went to the Eastern World, and my father said to me that he sent my brother to go and fight with the giant, who was doing great damage to the people near the White Doon, and that my wife went to carry his sword.”
“If that was your brother and your wife,” said Margaret, “the giant killed them.”
“I will go on the spot and kill the giant, if I am able.”
“Wait till I try the ring on your finger,” said the old woman.
“It is too small to go on my finger,” said he.
“It will go on mine,” said Margaret.
“It will fit you,” said the old woman.