a whole army to flight, be it ever so great," answered the old woman.
"Out with it, then!" said Shortshanks.
So the old hag gave him the sword, and got her eye back again. After that Shortshanks wandered on a while, and another old, old, crook-backed hag met him who had only one eye, which Shortshanks stole before she was aware of him.
"Oh! oh I whatever has become of my eye?" screamed the hag.
"What will you give me to get your eye back?" asked Shortshanks.
"I'll give you a ship," said the woman, "which can sail over fresh water and salt water, and over high hills and deep dales."
"Well, out with it!" said Shortshanks.
So the old woman gave him a little tiny ship, no bigger than he could put in his pocket, and she got her eye back again, and they each went their way. But when he had wandered on a long, long way, he met a third time an old, old, crook-backed hag, with only one eye. This eye too, Shortshanks stole; and when the hag screamed and made a great to-do, bawling out what had become of her eye, Shortshanks said,—
"What will you give me to get back your eye?"
Then she answered,—
"I'll give you the art how to brew a hundred lasts of malt at one strike."
Well, for teaching that art the old hag got back her eye, and they each went their way.
But when Shortshanks had walked a little way, he thought it might be worth while to try his ship; so he
