“Don’t go there. There is a horrible Tartaro there, who will be sure to eat you, and your pigs as well.”
“I must go there all the same, and I will conquer him, if you will give me two of your balls of thread.”
She gives him them, willingly; and he goes on farther, and finds a blacksmith, and he, too, asks him where he is going? And he answers, “To such a forest, to fatten my pigs.”
“You may just as well go back again. There is a terrible Tartaro there, who will be sure to eat you.”
“If you will give me a spit, I will beat him.”
“I will give it you, willingly,” and he gives it him with goodwill.
Our lad goes on, and comes to this forest. He cuts off the tails of all his pigs, and hides them in a safe place. The Tartaro appears, and says to him:
“How did you come here? I am going to eat you.”
The lad says to him: