"None but your poor cousin Jack," answered he.
"What news with my poor cousin Jack?"
He replied, "Dear uncle, heavy news."
"God wot," quoth the Giant, "prithee what heavy news can come to me? I am a Giant with three heads; and besides, thou knowest I can fight five hundred men in armour, and make them fly like chaff before the wind."
"Oh, but," quoth Jack, "here’s the Prince a-coming, with a thousand men in armour, to kill you, and destroy all that you have!"
"Oh, cousin Jack," said the Giant, "this is heavy news indeed! I will immediately run and hide myself, and thou shalt lock, bolt, and bar me in, and keep the keys till the Prince is gone."
Jack joyfully complied with the Giant’s request; and fetching his master, they feasted and made themselves merry, whilst the poor Giant lay trembling in a vault underground.
In the morning, Jack finished the Prince with a fresh supply of gold and silver, and then sent him three miles for-
