"He's gone, he's gone, he's gone!" screamed the Hag of the House, when she did not see Gilly in the cradle.
"He's gone," said one of the long-toothed Hags. "I told you he would go away. Why didn't you cut out his heart yesterday, or the day before?"
"Mind what I tell you," said the other Hag of the Long Teeth. "Mind what I tell you. His father's son will grow into a powerful champion."
"Not he," said the Hag of the House, with great anger. "He'll never become a Champion. He's only a little hump-backed fellow with no weapons and with no garment but a goatskin."
"It would be better to kill him when he comes back," said the first of the Hags with the Long Teeth.
"And if he doesn't come back, tell the Giant Crom Duv," said the second.
Gilly of the Goatskin crept from under the cradle, pu
