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The Black Thief and Knight of the Glen

I asked her what made her cry, and where the lord of the castle was, for I wondered greatly that I saw no stir of servants or any person about the place.

` ``It is well for you,'' says the young woman, ``that the lord of this castle is not at home at present; for he is a monstrous giant, with but one eye on his forehead, who lives on human flesh. He brought me this child,'' says she, ``I do not know where he got it, and ordered me to make it into a pie, and I cannot help crying at the command.''

`I told her that if she knew of any place convenient that I could leave the child safely I would do it, rather than it should be killed by such a monster.

`She told me of a house a distance off where I would get a woman who would take care of it. ``But what will I do in regard of the pie?''

` ``Cut a finger off it,'' said I, ``and I will bring you in a young wild pig out of the forest, which you may dress as if it was the child, and put the finger in a certain place, that if the giant doubts anything about it you may know where to turn it over at the first, and when he sees it he will be fully satisfied that the pie is made of the child.''

`She agreed to the scheme I proposed, and, cutting off the child's finger, by her direction I soon had it at the house she told me of, and brought her the little pig in the place of it. She then made ready the pie, and after eating and drinking heartily myself, I was just taking my leave of the young woman when we observed the giant coming through the castle gates.

` ``Bless me,'' said she, ``what will you do now? Run away and lie down among the dead bodies that he has in the room (showing me the place), and strip off your clothes that he may not know you from the rest if he has occasion to go that way.''

`I took her advice, and laid myself down among the rest, as if dead, to see how he would behave. The first thing I heard was him calling for his pie. When she set it down before him he swore it smelled like swine's flesh, but knowing where to find the finger, she immediately turned it up, which fairly convinced him of the contrary.

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