"Where is it now? " asked Shaking-head.
"Here on my head," said the king's son, putting up his hand to get it; but the comb was gone. "I 'm done for now," said the king's son; "my head will be on the last spike to-day unless I have the comb for the princess."
"Here it is for you," said Shaking-head, taking the comb out of his pocket. "And now," said he, "the whole kingdom is coming to this castle to-day to see your head put on the last spike in the garden of King Behind the Gold, for all men think the same will happen to you that has happened to every king's son before you. Go up on your steed and ride to the summer-house where the king and his daughter are sitting, and give her the comb."
The king's son did as Shaking-head bade him. When he saw the comb the king said, "Now you have my daughter two-thirds won." But her face went from the princess entirely, she was so vexed that any man should know of her dealings with the giant.
The third night when he was going to bed the princess said to the king's son, "If you will not have at my father's castle to-morrow morning the head I will kiss to-night, you 'll die to-morrow, and your own head will be put on the last spike in my father's garden." Later in the night she came to
