“Wait till I try the ring on your finger,” said the old woman.
“It is too small to go on my finger,” said he.
“It will go on mine,” said Margaret.
“It will fit you,” said the old woman.
Simon gave the full of a quart of money to the old woman, that she might pray for him till he came back. When he was about to go, Margaret said, “Will you let me go with you?”
“I will not,” said Simon, “for I don't know that the giant won't kill myself, and I think it too much that one of us should be in this danger.”
“I don't care,” said Margaret. “In the place where you die, there am I content to die.”
“Come with me,” said he.
When they were on the way to the White Doon, a man came before them.
“Do you see that house near the castle?” said the man.
“I see,” said Simon.
“You must go into it and keep a candle lighted till morning in it.”
“Where is the giant?” said Simon.
“He will come to fight you there,” said the man.
They went in and kindled a light, and they were not long there when Margaret said to Simon,—
“Come, and let us see the giants.”
