“Yes, yes, wait till to-morrow,” said the giant, “and then I
myself will take you to her.”
“Ah! master, I thank you— but you are only mocking me,” said the
King’s son.
Next day the giant took him to the Master-maid. “Now you
shall kill him, and boil him in the great big cauldron you know of,
and when you have got the broth ready give me a call,” said the
giant; then he lay down on the bench to sleep, and almost
immediately began to snore so that it sounded like thunder among
the hills.
So the Master-maid took a knife, and cut the Prince’s little
finger, and dropped three drops of blood upon a wooden stool; then
she took all the old rags, and shoe-soles, and all the rubbish she
could lay hands on, and put them in the cauldron; and then she
filled a chest with gold dust, and a
