Giving the other a rough push, he cried:
"If you strike me like that again, I'll know the reason why."
"I didn't touch you," said the other giant crossly, and they were soon
fast asleep once more.
Then the tailor threw stones at the other man, and soon he awoke as
the first had done.
"What did you throw that at me for?" said he.
"You are dreaming," answered the other, "I didn't throw anything."
No sooner were they fast asleep again, than the little man began to
pelt them afresh.
Up they both sprang, and seizing each other, they began to fight in
real earnest. Not content with using their fists, they tore up huge
trees by the roots, and beat each other until very soon the pair lay
dead on the ground.
Down climbed the little tailor, and taking his sword in his hand he
plunged it into each giant, and then went back to the edge of the
forest where the ten men were waiting for him.
"They are as dead as two door nails," shouted the little man. "I don't
say that I had an easy task, for they tore up trees by their roots to
try to protect themselves with, but, of course, it was no good. What
were two giants to a man who has slain seven at one blow?"
But the men wouldn't believe it until they went into the forest and
saw the two dead bodies, lying each in a pool of blood, while the
ground was covered with uprooted trees.
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