even, the Prince went into his room, and began to carol and sing as he had done the evenings before.
"Have you been to Hell after my fire-tax?" roared the Giant.
"Oh yes; that I have, master," answered the Prince.
"Where have you put it?" said the Giant.
"There stands the sack on the bench yonder," said the Prince.
"I'll soon see to that," said the Giant, who strode off to the bench, and there he saw the sack so full that the gold and silver dropped out on the floor as soon as ever he untied the string.
"You've been talking to my Mastermaid, that I can see," said the Giant; "but if you have, I'll wring your head off."
"Mastermaid!" said the Prince; "yesterday master talked of this Mastermaid, and to-day he talks of her again, and the day before yesterday it was the same story. I only wish I could see what sort of thing she is! that I do."
"Well, well, wait till to-morrow," said the Giant, "and then I'll take you in to her myself."
"Thank you kindly, master," said the Prince; "but it's only a joke of master's, I'll be bound."
So next day the Giant took him in to the Mastermaid, and said to her—
"Now, you must cut his throat, and boil him in the great big pot you wot of; and when the broth is ready just give me a call."
After that he laid him down on the bench to sleep, and began to snore so, that it sounded like thunder on the hills.
