Prince Ricardo of Pantouflia: Being the Adventures of Prince Prigio's SonLang, Andrew
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Prince Ricardo of Pantouflia: Being the Adventures of Prince Prigio's Son
Lang, Andrew
Children's stories; Fairy tales
Poor Jaqueline threw herself at his feet, and murmured a short and not
very intelligible account of herself.
"I don't understand," said the Giant, replacing his head on his
shoulders. "What to do with you, I'm sure I don't know. '_Please don't
eat me_,' did you say? Why, what do you take me for? I'm not in that
line at all; low, _I_ call it!"
Jaqueline was somewhat comforted at these words, dropped out of the
Giant's lips from a considerable height.
"But they call you 'The Giant who does not Know when he has had Enough,'"
said Jaqueline.
"And proud of the title: not enough of fighting. Of _punishment_ I am a
glutton, or so my friends are pleased to say. A brace of oxen, a drove
of sheep or two, are enough for me," the Giant went on complacently, but
forgetting to mention that the sheep and the oxen were the property of
other people. "Where am I to put you till your friends come and pay your
ransom?" the Giant asked again, and stared at Jaqueline in a perplexed
way. "I can't take you home with me, that is out of the question. I
have a little woman of my own, and she's not very fond of other ladies;
especially, she would like to poison them that have good looks."
Now Jaqueline saw that the Giant, big as he was, courageous too, was
afraid of his wife!
"I'll tell you what I'll do; I'll hand you over to a neighbour of mine,
who is a bachelor."
"A bachelor giant; would that be quite proper?" said Jaqueline, trying to
humour him.
"He's not a giant, bless you; he's a queer fellow, it is not easy to say
what he is. He's the Earthquaker, him as shakes the earth now and then,
and brings the houses about people's ears."
Jaqueline fairly screamed at hearing this awful news.
"Hush! be quiet, do!" said the Giant. "You'll bring out my little woman,
and she is not easy to satisfy with explanations when she finds me
conversing with a lady unbeknown to her. The Earthquaker won't do you
any harm; it's only for safe keeping I'll put you with him. Why, he
don't waken, not once in fifty years. He's quite the dormouse. Turns on
his bed now and then, and things upstairs get upset, more or less; but,
as a rule, a child could play with him. Come on!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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