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on your shoulders, and I will raise up the branches and twigs,
after all, they are the heaviest. The giant took the trunk on
his shoulder, but the tailor seated himself on a branch, and the
giant who could not look round, had to carry away the whole tree,
and the little tailor into the bargain, he behind, was quite
merry and happy, and whistled the song, three tailors rode forth
from the gate, as if carrying the tree were child's play. The
giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way,
could go no further, and cried, hark you, I shall have to let the
tree fall. The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with
both arms as if he had been carrying it, and said to the giant,
you are such a great fellow, and yet can not even carry the tree.
They went on together, and as they passed a cherry-tree, the giant
laid hold of the top of the tree where the ripest fruit was
hanging, bent it down, gave it into the tailor's hand, and bade
him eat. But the little tailor was much too weak to hold the
tree, and when the giant let it go, it sprang back again, and the
tailor was tossed into the air with it. When he had fallen down
again without injury, the giant said, what is this. Have you
not strength enough to hold the weak twig. There is no lack of
strength, answered the little tailor. Do you think that could be
anything to a man who has
struck down seven at one blow. I leapt over the tree because the
huntsmen are shooting down there in the thicket. Jump as I did,
if you can do it. The giant made the attempt, but could not get
over the tree, and remained hanging in the branches, so that in
this also the tailor kept the upper hand.
The giant said, if you are such a valiant fellow, come with me
into our cavern and spend the night with us. The little tailor
was willing, and followed him. When they went into the cave,
other giants were sitting there by the fire, and each of them
had a roasted sheep in his hand and was eating it. The little
tailor looked round and thought, it is much more spacious here
than in my workshop. The giant showed him a bed, and said he was
to lie down in it and sleep. The bed, however, was too big for
the little tailor, he did not lie down in it, but crept into a
corner. When it was midnight, and the giant thought that the
little tailor was lying in a sound sleep, he got up, took a great
iron bar, cut through the bed with one blow, and thought he had
finished off the grasshopper for good. With the earliest dawn
the giants went into the forest, and had quite forgotten the little
tailor, when all at once he walked up to them quite merrily
and boldly. The giants were terrified, they were afraid that he
would strike them all dead, and ran away in a great hurry.
The little tailor went onwards, always following his own
pointed nose. After he had walked for a long time, he came to the
courtyard of a royal palace, and as he felt weary, he lay down
on the grass and fell asleep. Whilst he lay there, the people
came and inspected him on all sides, and read on his girdle,
seven at one stroke. Ah, said they, what does the great warrior
here in the midst of peace. He must be a mighty lord. They went
and announced him to the king, and gave it as their opinion that
if war should break out, this would be a weighty and useful man
who ought on no account to be allowed to depart. The counsel
pleased the king, and he sent one of his courtiers to the little
tailor to offer him military service when he awoke. The
ambassador remained standing by the sleeper, waited until he
stretched his limbs and
opened his eyes, and then conveyed to him this proposal. For this
reason have I come here, the tailor replied, I am ready to enter
the king's service. He was therefore honorably received and a
special dwelling was assigned him.
The soldiers, however, were set against the little tailor, and
wished him a thousand miles away. What is to be the end of this,
they said among themselves. If we quarrel with him, and he strikes
about him, seven of us will fall at every blow, not one of
us can stand against him. They came therefore to a decision,
betook themselves in a body to the king, and begged for their
dismissal. We are not prepared, said they, to stay with a man
who kills seven at one stroke. The king was sorry that for the
sake of one he should lose all his faithful servants, wished that
he had never set eyes on the tailor, and would willingly have
been rid of him again. But he did not venture to give him his
dismissal, for he dreaded lest he should strike him and all his
people dead, and place himself on the royal throne. He thought
about it for a long time, and at last found good counsel. He
sent to the little tailor and caused him to be informed that as
he was such a great warrior, he had one request to make of him.
In a forest of his country lived two giants who caused great
mischief with their robbing, murdering, ravaging, and burning,
and no one could approach them without putting himself in danger
of death. If the tailor conquered and killed these two giants,
he would give him his only daughter to wife, and half of his
kingdom as a dowry, likewise one hundred horsemen should go with
him to assist him. That would indeed be a fine thing for a man
like me, thought the little tailor. One is not offered a
beautiful princess and half a kingdom every day of one's life.
Oh, yes, he replied, I will soon subdue the giants, and do not
require the help of the hundred horsemen to do it, he who can
hit seven with one blow has no need to be afraid of two.
The little tailor went forth, and the hundred horsemen followed
him. When he came to the outskirts of the forest, he said to
his followers, just stay waiting here, I alone will soon finish
off the giants. Then he bounded into the forest and looked about
right and left. After a while he perceived both giants. They lay
sleeping under a tree, and snored so that the branches waved up
and down. The little tailor, not idle, gathered two pocketsful
of stones, and with these climbed up the tree. When he was
half-way up, he slipped down by a branch, until he sat just above
the sleepers, and then let one stone after another fall on the

on your shoulders, and I will raise up the branches and twigs,

after all, they are the heaviest. The giant took the trunk on

his shoulder, but the tailor seated himself on a branch, and the

giant who could not look round, had to carry away the whole tree,

and the little tailor into the bargain, he behind, was quite

merry and happy, and whistled the song, three tailors rode forth

from the gate, as if carrying the tree were child's play. The

giant, after he had dragged the heavy burden part of the way,

could go no further, and cried, hark you, I shall have to let the

tree fall. The tailor sprang nimbly down, seized the tree with

both arms as if he had been carrying it, and said to the giant,

you are such a great fellow, and yet can not even carry the tree.

They went on together, and as they passed a cherry-tree, the giant

laid hold of the top of the tree where the ripest fruit was

hanging, bent it down, gave it into the tailor's hand, and bade

him eat. But the little tailor was much too weak to hold the

tree, and when the giant let it go, it sprang back again, and the

tailor was tossed into the air with it. When he had fallen down

again without injury, the giant said, what is this. Have you

not strength enough to hold the weak twig. There is no lack of

strength, answered the little tailor. Do you think that could be

anything to a man who has

struck down seven at one blow. I leapt over the tree because the

huntsmen are shooting down there in the thicket. Jump as I did,

if you can do it. The giant made the attempt, but could not get

over the tree, and remained hanging in the branches, so that in

this also the tailor kept the upper hand.

The giant said, if you are such a valiant fellow, come with me

into our cavern and spend the night with us. The little tailor

was willing, and followed him. When they went into the cave,

other giants were sitting there by the fire, and each of them

had a roasted sheep in his hand and was eating it. The little

tailor looked round and thought, it is much more spacious here

than in my workshop. The giant showed him a bed, and said he was

to lie down in it and sleep. The bed, however, was too big for

the little tailor, he did not lie down in it, but crept into a

corner. When it was midnight, and the giant thought that the

little tailor was lying in a sound sleep, he got up, took a great

iron bar, cut through the bed with one blow, and thought he had

finished off the grasshopper for good. With the earliest dawn

the giants went into the forest, and had quite forgotten the little

tailor, when all at once he walked up to them quite merrily

and boldly. The giants were terrified, they were afraid that he

would strike them all dead, and ran away in a great hurry.

The little tailor went onwards, always following his own

pointed nose. After he had walked for a long time, he came to the

courtyard of a royal palace, and as he felt weary, he lay down

on the grass and fell asleep. Whilst he lay there, the people

came and inspected him on all sides, and read on his girdle,

seven at one stroke. Ah, said they, what does the great warrior

here in the midst of peace. He must be a mighty lord. They went

and announced him to the king, and gave it as their opinion that

if war should break out, this would be a weighty and useful man

who ought on no account to be allowed to depart. The counsel

pleased the king, and he sent one of his courtiers to the little

tailor to offer him military service when he awoke. The

ambassador remained standing by the sleeper, waited until he

stretched his limbs and

opened his eyes, and then conveyed to him this proposal. For this

reason have I come here, the tailor replied, I am ready to enter

the king's service. He was therefore honorably received and a

special dwelling was assigned him.

The soldiers, however, were set against the little tailor, and

wished him a thousand miles away. What is to be the end of this,

they said among themselves. If we quarrel with him, and he strikes

about him, seven of us will fall at every blow, not one of

us can stand against him. They came therefore to a decision,

betook themselves in a body to the king, and begged for their

dismissal. We are not prepared, said they, to stay with a man

who kills seven at one stroke. The king was sorry that for the

sake of one he should lose all his faithful servants, wished that

he had never set eyes on the tailor, and would willingly have

been rid of him again. But he did not venture to give him his

dismissal, for he dreaded lest he should strike him and all his

people dead, and place himself on the royal throne. He thought

about it for a long time, and at last found good counsel. He

sent to the little tailor and caused him to be informed that as

he was such a great warrior, he had one request to make of him.

In a forest of his country lived two giants who caused great

mischief with their robbing, murdering, ravaging, and burning,

and no one could approach them without putting himself in danger

of death. If the tailor conquered and killed these two giants,

he would give him his only daughter to wife, and half of his

kingdom as a dowry, likewise one hundred horsemen should go with

him to assist him. That would indeed be a fine thing for a man

like me, thought the little tailor. One is not offered a

beautiful princess and half a kingdom every day of one's life.

Oh, yes, he replied, I will soon subdue the giants, and do not

require the help of the hundred horsemen to do it, he who can

hit seven with one blow has no need to be afraid of two.

The little tailor went forth, and the hundred horsemen followed

him. When he came to the outskirts of the forest, he said to

his followers, just stay waiting here, I alone will soon finish

off the giants. Then he bounded into the forest and looked about

right and left. After a while he perceived both giants. They lay

sleeping under a tree, and snored so that the branches waved up

and down. The little tailor, not idle, gathered two pocketsful

of stones, and with these climbed up the tree. When he was

half-way up, he slipped down by a branch, until he sat just above

the sleepers, and then let one stone after another fall on the