So when Thursday evening came, Ritter Red accompanied the Princess to the sea-shore; for there she was to meet the Troll, and Ritter Red was to stay with her and protect her. He, however, was very unlikely to do the Troll much injury, for no sooner had the Princess seated herself by the sea-shore than Ritter Red climbed up into a great tree which was standing there, and hid himself as well as he could among the branches. The Princess wept, and begged him most earnestly not to go and leave her; but Ritter Red did not concern himself about that. ‘It is better that one should die than two,’ said he. In the meantime Minnikin begged the kitchen-maid very prettily to give him leave to go down to the strand for a short time. ‘Oh, what could you do down at the strand?’ said the kitchen-maid. ‘You have nothing to do there.’ ‘Oh yes, my dear, just let me go,’ said Minnikin. ‘I should so like to go and amuse myself with the other children.’ ‘Well, well, go then!’ said the kitchen-maid, ‘but don’t let me find you staying there over the time when the pan has to be set on the fire for supper, and the roast put on the spit; and mind you bring back a good big armful of wood for the kitchen.’ Minnikin promised this, and ran down to the sea-shore. Just as he got to the place where the King’s daughter was sitting, the Troll came rushing up with a great whistling and whirring, and he was so big and stout that he was terrible to see, and he had five heads. ‘Fire!’ screeched the Troll. ‘Fire yourself!’ said Minnikin. ‘Can you fight?’ roared the Troll. ‘If not, I can learn,’ said Minnikin. So the Troll struck at him with a great thick iron bar which he had in his fist, till the sods flew five yards up into the air. ‘Fie!’ said Minnikin. ‘That was not much of a blow. Now you shall see one of mine.’ So he grasped the sword which he had got from the old crook-backed woman, and slashed at the Troll so that all five heads went flying away over the sands. When the Princess saw that she was delivered she was so delighted that she did not know what she was doing, and skipped and danced. ‘Come and sleep a bit with your head in my lap,’ she said to Minnikin, and as he slept she put a golden dress on him. But when Ritter Red saw that there was no longer any danger afoot, he lost no time in creeping down from the tree. He then threatened the Princess, until at length she was forced to promise to say that it was he who had rescued her, for he told her that if she did not he would kill her. Then he took the Troll’s lungs and tongue and put them in his pocket-handkerchief, and led the Princess back to the King’s palace; and whatsoever had been lacking to him in the way of honour before was lacking no longer, for the King did not know how to exalt him enough, and always set him on his own right hand at table.