“I am not now,” said the king's son.
“Here are the last lips she kissed last night, and, by my faith, they were ugly lips for a lady to be kissing.”
He took the head and threw it under the bed. When breakfast was ready in the morning she came down with a flight. She asked him,—
“Where are the last lips that I kissed last night?”
He put his hand under the bed. He took hold of the giant's head. He threw it over at her feet. When she saw the giant was dead she gave one sweep, and she left not a chair or a table, nor anything on the table, she did not make smash of, so great was her anger.
“I have your daughter all won now,” said the king's son.
“You have; and you are the best champion that came under my roof ever.”
“Well, we'll go hunting to-day,” said the red man. They went hunting. The red man cut three bundles of rods. He made three flails. When they came home, “Now,” said he, “bring your daughter out here.”
The king brought her out. “Tie her hands and feet,” said the red man, “and leave her lying there.” The king left her lying. The red man gave one flail to the king, and one to his master.
“Strike you the first blow.”
