Fairy Tales, Their Origin and Meaning; With Some Account of Dwellers in FairylandBunce, John Thackray
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Fairy Tales, Their Origin and Meaning; With Some Account of Dwellers in Fairyland
Bunce, John Thackray
Fairy tales -- History and criticism
Then they were married, and there was a great feast, and they went to
their chamber. The Giant's daughter said to her husband, "Sleep not, or
thou diest; we must fly quick, or my father will kill thee." So first
she cut an apple into nine pieces, and put two pieces at the head of the
bed, and two at the foot, and two at the door of the kitchen, and two at
the great door, and one outside the house. And then she and her husband
went to the stable, and mounted the fine grey filly, and rode off as
fast as they could. Presently the Giant called out, "Are you asleep
yet?" and the apple at the head of the bed said, "We are not asleep."
Then he called again, and the apple at the foot of the bed said the same
thing; and then he asked again and again, until the apple outside the
house door answered; and then he knew that a trick had been played on
him, and ran to the bedroom and found it empty. And then he pursued the
runaways as fast as possible. Now at day-break--"at the mouth of day,"
the story-teller says--the Giant's daughter said to her husband, "My
father's breath is burning my back; put thy hand into the ear of the
grey filly, and whatever thou findest, throw it behind thee." "There is
a twig of sloe-tree," he said. "Throw it behind thee," said she; and he
did so, and twenty miles of black-thorn wood grew out of it, so thick
that a weasel could not get through. But the Giant cut through it with
his big axe and his wood-knife, and went after them again. At the heat
of day the Giant's daughter said again, "My father's breath is burning
my back;" and then her husband put his finger in the filly's ear, and
took out a piece of grey stone, and threw it behind him, and there grew
up directly a great rock twenty miles broad and twenty miles high. Then
the Giant got his mattock and his lever, and made a way through the
rocks, and came after them again. Now it was near sunset, and once more
the Giant's daughter felt her father's breath burning her back. So, for
the third time, her husband put his hand into the filly's ear, and took
out a bladder of water, and he threw it behind him, and there was a
fresh-water loch, twenty miles long and twenty miles broad; and the
Giant came on so fast that he ran into the middle of the loch and was
drowned.
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