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breast of one of the giants. For a long time the giant felt
nothing, but at last he awoke, pushed his comrade, and said, why
are you knocking me. You must be dreaming, said the other, I am
not knocking you. They laid themselves down to sleep again, and
then the tailor threw a stone down on the second. What is the
meaning of this, cried the other. Why are you pelting me. I am
not pelting you, answered the first, growling. They disputed
about it for a time, but as they were weary they let the matter
rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor began
his game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with
all his might on the breast of the first giant. That is too
bad, cried he, and sprang up like a madman, and pushed his
companion against the tree until it shook. The other paid him
back in the same coin, and they got into such a rage that they
tore up trees and belabored each other so long, that at last they
both fell down dead on the ground at the same time. Then the
little tailor leapt down. It is a lucky thing, said he, that
they did not tear up the tree on which I was sitting, or I should
have had to spring on to another like a squirrel, but we tailors
are nimble. He drew out his sword and gave each of them a couple
of thrusts in the breast, and then went out to the horsemen and
said, the work is done, I have finished both of them off, but it
was hard work. They tore up trees in their sore need, and
defended themselves with them, but all that is to no purpose
when a man like myself comes, who can kill seven at one blow.
But you are not wounded, asked the horsemen. You need not
concern yourself about that, answered the tailor, they have not
bent one hair of mine. The horsemen would not believe him, and
rode into the forest, there they found the giants swimming in their
blood, and all round about lay the torn-up trees.
The little tailor demanded of the king the promised reward. He,
however, repented of his promise, and again bethought himself how
he could get rid of the hero. Before you receive my daughter,
and the half of my kingdom, said he to him, you must perform one
more heroic deed. In the forest roams a unicorn which does great
harm, and you must catch it first. I fear one unicorn still
less than two giants. Seven at one blow, is my kind of affair.
He took a rope and an axe with him, went forth into the forest,
and again bade those who were sent with him to wait outside. He
had not long to seek. The unicorn soon came towards him, and
rushed directly on the tailor, as if it would gore him with its
horn without more ado. Softly, softly, it can't be done as
quickly as that, said he, and stood still and waited until the
animal was quite close, and then sprang nimbly behind the tree.
The unicorn ran against the tree with all its strength, and
struck its horn so fast in the trunk that it had not strength
enough to draw it out again, and thus it was caught. Now, I have
got the bird, said the tailor, and came out from behind the tree
and put the rope round its neck, and then with his axe he hewed
the horn out of the tree, and when all was ready he led the beast
away and took it to the king.
The king still would not give him the promised reward, and made
a third demand. Before the wedding the tailor was to catch him a
wild boar that made great havoc in the forest, and the huntsmen
should give him their help. Willingly, said the tailor, that is
child's play. He did not take the huntsmen with him into the
forest, and they were well pleased that he did not, for the wild
boar had several times received them in such a manner that they
had no inclination to lie in wait for him. When the boar
perceived the tailor, it ran on him with foaming mouth and
whetted tusks, and was about to throw him to the ground, but the
hero fled and sprang into a chapel which was near, and up to the
window at once, and in one bound out again. The boar ran in
after him, but the tailor ran round outside and shut the door
behind it, and then the raging beast, which was much too heavy
and awkward to leap out of the window, was caught. The little
tailor called the huntsmen thither
that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes. The hero,
however went to the king, who was now, whether he liked it or
not, obliged to keep his promise, and gave him his daughter and
the half of his kingdom. Had he known that it was no warlike
hero, but a little tailor who was standing before him it would
have gone to his heart still more than it did. The wedding was
held with great magnificence and small joy, and out of a
tailor a king was made.
After some time the young queen heard her husband say in his
dreams at night, boy, make me the doublet, and patch the
pantaloons, or else I will rap the yard-measure over your ears.
Then she discovered in what state of life the young lord had been
born, and next morning complained of her wrongs to her father, and
begged him to help her to get rid of her husband, who was
nothing else but a tailor. The king comforted her and said,
leave your bedroom door open this night, and my servants shall
stand outside, and when he has fallen asleep shall go in, bind
him, and take him on board a ship which shall carry him into the
wide world. The woman was satisfied with this, but the king's
armor-bearer, who had heard all, was friendly with the young
lord, and informed him of the whole plot. I'll put a screw into
that business, said the little tailor. At night he went to bed
with his wife at the usual time, and when she thought that he
had fallen asleep, she got up, opened the door, and then lay down
again. The little tailor, who was only pretending to be asleep,
began to cry out in a clear voice, boy, make me the doublet and
patch me the pantaloons, or I will rap the yard-measure over
your ears. I smote seven at one blow. I killed two giants, I
brought away one unicorn and caught a wild boar, and am I to
fear those who are standing outside the room. When these men
heard the tailor speaking thus, they were overcome by a great
dread, and ran as if the wild huntsman were behind them, and none
of them would venture anything further against him. So the little

breast of one of the giants. For a long time the giant felt

nothing, but at last he awoke, pushed his comrade, and said, why

are you knocking me. You must be dreaming, said the other, I am

not knocking you. They laid themselves down to sleep again, and

then the tailor threw a stone down on the second. What is the

meaning of this, cried the other. Why are you pelting me. I am

not pelting you, answered the first, growling. They disputed

about it for a time, but as they were weary they let the matter

rest, and their eyes closed once more. The little tailor began

his game again, picked out the biggest stone, and threw it with

all his might on the breast of the first giant. That is too

bad, cried he, and sprang up like a madman, and pushed his

companion against the tree until it shook. The other paid him

back in the same coin, and they got into such a rage that they

tore up trees and belabored each other so long, that at last they

both fell down dead on the ground at the same time. Then the

little tailor leapt down. It is a lucky thing, said he, that

they did not tear up the tree on which I was sitting, or I should

have had to spring on to another like a squirrel, but we tailors

are nimble. He drew out his sword and gave each of them a couple

of thrusts in the breast, and then went out to the horsemen and

said, the work is done, I have finished both of them off, but it

was hard work. They tore up trees in their sore need, and

defended themselves with them, but all that is to no purpose

when a man like myself comes, who can kill seven at one blow.

But you are not wounded, asked the horsemen. You need not

concern yourself about that, answered the tailor, they have not

bent one hair of mine. The horsemen would not believe him, and

rode into the forest, there they found the giants swimming in their

blood, and all round about lay the torn-up trees.

The little tailor demanded of the king the promised reward. He,

however, repented of his promise, and again bethought himself how

he could get rid of the hero. Before you receive my daughter,

and the half of my kingdom, said he to him, you must perform one

more heroic deed. In the forest roams a unicorn which does great

harm, and you must catch it first. I fear one unicorn still

less than two giants. Seven at one blow, is my kind of affair.

He took a rope and an axe with him, went forth into the forest,

and again bade those who were sent with him to wait outside. He

had not long to seek. The unicorn soon came towards him, and

rushed directly on the tailor, as if it would gore him with its

horn without more ado. Softly, softly, it can't be done as

quickly as that, said he, and stood still and waited until the

animal was quite close, and then sprang nimbly behind the tree.

The unicorn ran against the tree with all its strength, and

struck its horn so fast in the trunk that it had not strength

enough to draw it out again, and thus it was caught. Now, I have

got the bird, said the tailor, and came out from behind the tree

and put the rope round its neck, and then with his axe he hewed

the horn out of the tree, and when all was ready he led the beast

away and took it to the king.

The king still would not give him the promised reward, and made

a third demand. Before the wedding the tailor was to catch him a

wild boar that made great havoc in the forest, and the huntsmen

should give him their help. Willingly, said the tailor, that is

child's play. He did not take the huntsmen with him into the

forest, and they were well pleased that he did not, for the wild

boar had several times received them in such a manner that they

had no inclination to lie in wait for him. When the boar

perceived the tailor, it ran on him with foaming mouth and

whetted tusks, and was about to throw him to the ground, but the

hero fled and sprang into a chapel which was near, and up to the

window at once, and in one bound out again. The boar ran in

after him, but the tailor ran round outside and shut the door

behind it, and then the raging beast, which was much too heavy

and awkward to leap out of the window, was caught. The little

tailor called the huntsmen thither

that they might see the prisoner with their own eyes. The hero,

however went to the king, who was now, whether he liked it or

not, obliged to keep his promise, and gave him his daughter and

the half of his kingdom. Had he known that it was no warlike

hero, but a little tailor who was standing before him it would

have gone to his heart still more than it did. The wedding was

held with great magnificence and small joy, and out of a

tailor a king was made.

After some time the young queen heard her husband say in his

dreams at night, boy, make me the doublet, and patch the

pantaloons, or else I will rap the yard-measure over your ears.

Then she discovered in what state of life the young lord had been

born, and next morning complained of her wrongs to her father, and

begged him to help her to get rid of her husband, who was

nothing else but a tailor. The king comforted her and said,

leave your bedroom door open this night, and my servants shall

stand outside, and when he has fallen asleep shall go in, bind

him, and take him on board a ship which shall carry him into the

wide world. The woman was satisfied with this, but the king's

armor-bearer, who had heard all, was friendly with the young

lord, and informed him of the whole plot. I'll put a screw into

that business, said the little tailor. At night he went to bed

with his wife at the usual time, and when she thought that he

had fallen asleep, she got up, opened the door, and then lay down

again. The little tailor, who was only pretending to be asleep,

began to cry out in a clear voice, boy, make me the doublet and

patch me the pantaloons, or I will rap the yard-measure over

your ears. I smote seven at one blow. I killed two giants, I

brought away one unicorn and caught a wild boar, and am I to

fear those who are standing outside the room. When these men

heard the tailor speaking thus, they were overcome by a great

dread, and ran as if the wild huntsman were behind them, and none

of them would venture anything further against him. So the little